#reader x rick

[itsmeatballworld]

| simple things |

pairing | rick grimes x f!reader

summary | You didn’t plan to find love at the end of the world. But here you are.

wc | 610

warnings | implied smut, a tiny bit of cursing, & the proposal

a/n | I love him, your honor. Domestic fluff for Rick and Rick only *mwah* And thank you to @weretheones​ for being so amazing and beta reading this for me!! ILYSM <3

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It was just past daybreak when it was the end of your watch. You said good morning to the next crew, slipping past Alexandria’s secure walls to the little clearing close by. Sunlight kissed the ground, illuminating the grassy area in a heavenly glow. 

You checked your watch. It was almost time: he should be here soon.

“I’ll meet you there,” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Rick.”

He grinned at you with eyes brighter than usual. “Tell me tomorrow.”

“I know my answer—”

“Tomorrow.” They were so vibrant. “Think about it.”

Diamonds, you smirked. His eyes were like goddamn gems. 

With the gun propped against a fallen log, you rested against an old oak tree. No sightings of the dead. It was quiet. Peaceful to some degree. And then off in the distance, you saw him.

Rick Grimes slowly approached from the side, his eyes locked on you. “’Ay, gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous, huh?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” He grinned.

“No you wouldn’t.” You leaned back to watch him saunter over. His beard seemed scruffier today with gray hairs starting to peek through the brown. 

He propped his foot on the log, widening his stance as he towered over you. “Did you see the sunrise this mornin’?”

Nodding, you take in the scenery for a second longer. But this was all stalling–and you knew that. You could tell the moment Rick walked up through the trees that he was nervous. There was nothing to be nervous about because you knew your answer.

“Next time we’ll watch from bed, right?” You scooted over a bit, making room on the log. 

“Yeah.” Rick hesitated to sit as he continued to survey the area. You couldn't help but smirk. He never relaxed outside the house. 

“It’s nice here.”

You sighed as a warm breeze rolled through the area. “It feels more… normal.”

“Normal?”

“Yeah. Like the old days.”

The old days meant walking through thickets of greenery and shrubs that scraped your kneecaps while you fended off walker after walker. Now in Alexandria, it was safe. Inside those walls meant you holster your weapon rather than keeping it up and ready. The sense of safety everyone always wanted.

With a deep sigh, you patted the space next to you. “Did you miss me?”

“I did. The bed was cold without you.”

Usually, he’d make sweet talk first. Like always. Keep your attention on his voice, on those lips. Seconds later your pants would be at your ankles and sweet talk turned dirty. But today he was fixed on that question—the answer to his question, you breathed. 

Callous fingers pressed firm to your skin as he reeled you closer to his sturdy chest. “Think about what I said?” 

You did. And you’ve known your answer for a while now.

“I think it’s crazy.”

Those blue eyes widen. “Crazy…” He paused, lingering close but not trying to overwhelm you. 

It was a big question. It wasn’t something you discussed before leaving for shift, that’s for sure. 

Yet when Rick asked the question last night it didn’t feel half-assed or rushed. It felt natural. It felt right. Hell, you knew your answer the moment you left his home, walked down the street, and marched up to Alexandria’s watch post. And he still gave you until morning to make a decision. 

Now it was daytime and you couldn’t wipe that stupid smile off your face.

“Crazy good, babe.”

“Yeah?”

You smiled. Yes. 

“You really want to?”

“I’m not gonna change my mind, Rick.”

Without waiting, he pulled out a tiny piece of jewelry. Holding it, Rick twisted the circle between his thumb and index finger. “Try it on.”

The simple band was perfect. A bit snug, but wearable. With not much to distract or snag during a fight, it was the best ring you could ask for. He kissed your palm then the ring before his blue eyes softened. 

“Mrs. Grimes.” 

“I like that,” you purred. “I like that a lot.”

Sweet endearing kisses trail your hand just before Rick pressed his lips against yours.

You weren’t concerned with the frills of being married, especially now. No need for a ceremony or anything like that. Just a promise to each other. A brief moment of tranquility and optimism among the decaying world. 

But just knowing Rick wants you—loves you—is enough joy to last a lifetime.

“Now, Mrs. Grimes, I have one more thing.” His grin turned mischievous as those sturdy fingers trailed back down your body. Rick’s hand slid under your waistband and your breath hitched in your throat.  

“Rick—”

“Uh-uh. Be still and let your husband do all the work.”

With a grin, you did as you were told.

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a/n 2.0: this was not what I had planned originally but I like it hehe

[playbucky]

Swing of Things

When Magnums ex comes back to the island, along comes another person from his past that he and his team thought had been killed. Characters – Magnum x Reader, TC, Rick, Higgins, Hannah. Word Count – 1369

‘Can I help you?’ A British accent came through the intercom. ‘Does Thomas Magnum live here?’ You asked her, grinding your teeth together as you leaned against the wall. ‘Yes, but he’s out at the moment.’ She informed you and you let out small groan. ‘Can I take a message?’ She asked, you let out a deep sigh. ‘Do you think I could come in and wait for him?’ You asked, blinking furiously trying to get rid of the black dots. Your hand slipped from the intercom and you collapsed into the wall, falling to the ground.

‘You need to go to a hospital.’ A blonde British woman said, you assumed she was the voice behind the intercom. ‘No, I can’t.’ You said suddenly, wincing at the pain, she looked at you as if you were crazy. ‘She’ll find me.’ You told her, she looked at you worried before wrapping your arm over her shoulders before pulling you up. You let out a small cry of pain but once you were up you started walking towards the large house. ‘May I ask how you know Thomas?’ She asked, as you continued to walk up the long path. ‘Old friends from the force.’ You said, then I clicked in her head, since Thomas and the team had described you. ‘Your Y/N.’ She said, you hissed a bit but nodded. ‘Take it he talks about me?’ You asked, she scoffed before answering. ‘Now and then.’ She said, you smiled at him before tripping over your feet.

‘Higgins?’ Magnum shouted through the house, he stopped in his tracks when he saw her standing there, playing with her hands. She looked up with worry etched on her face. ‘You have someone waiting for you.’ She told him. ‘Who?’ He questioned, her eyes flickered to the doors before she swallowed. ‘You might want to call Rick and TC.’ She said, he furrowed his brows before walking past her into the room, he ‘Y/N.’ He asked, you looked at him and tried to move but the pain spread through your side and he was quickly over by your side. ‘I’ll call the others.’ Higgins said, before leaving the pair of you.

‘What was so urg-‘ They trailed off when they saw you leaning against the counter. They crossed the room quickly and wrapped you in a hug, squeezing you tightly, you ignored the sharp pain in your side. ‘Will you be careful, she’s hurt.’ Higgins said as she back into the room. ‘How’d you get out?’ TC asked confused, as they stepped away from you. ‘Someone released me.’ You informed them, Higgins hands you the shirt and you nodded at her. ‘Who?’ Rick asked, your eyes flickered to Thomas and the two men knew the answer. ‘Hannah?’ TC asked, you nodded your head. Thomas stiffened beside you. ‘Said she needed a distraction for you when she done something.’ You told them, and they all looked confused. ‘Anyway, I’m gonna go change.’ You said, motioning with the shirt, they nodded as you walked away from them, following Higgins to another room.

‘Hannah did this to you.’ Magnum said, the shirt you had been given should off all the torture scars you had received in your time locked up. You looked over your shoulder at him as he walked over to you. ‘Magnum.’ You warned him; he shook his head. ‘No she did.’ He said, you shook your head slightly looking away from him. ‘Okay, whatever can we just put this behind us?’ You said, just wanting to leave it behind, you were out now, and you weren’t going back. ‘No because we got out you never.’ He said, annoyed at himself that he didn’t try harder. ‘Exactly, you four got out.’ You pointed out, he shook his head sighing. ‘Come on let’s face it, I was expandable.’ You told him, and his head snapped around to you. ‘Y/N.’ He warned you. ‘Don’t lie.’ You tilted your head to the side, smiling lightly. ‘You weren’t expandable to the team.’ He said, you smiled wider at him before turning back to the ocean. Where do you think we’d been if it hadn’t happened?’ He asked, placing his hands on the wall. ‘You’d be married to Hannah.’ You said, you knew that deep down he would have been in with her for a long time. ‘You really think so?’ He asked shocked. ‘Oh yeah, you worshipped the ground she walked on.’ You pointed out and he scoffed trying to dismiss it. ‘I think you’d have two kids, maybe three.’ You said, turning and giving him small smile. ‘Rick well.’ You said raising a hand. ‘He’d need to find someone to put up with his craziness.’ Magnum stated, you nodded as you smiled wide. ‘Does he still dance when he makes sandwiches?’ You asked, Magnum scoffed and nodded. ‘And sings ridiculously off tune.’ Magnum said, you let out a loud laugh. ‘Oh god not much has changed.’ You said, glad that your problem hadn’t affected them. ‘TC, well I actually think he’d still have the tour business.’ You said. ‘You do?’ He asked shocked, you nodded and smiled at him slightly.

‘So what went on between they two?’ Higgins motioned as they watched you talk to each other. ‘They were the best of friends.’ TC said, she turned to them. ‘I thought you were best friends.’ Higgins asked, motioning between the two of them and Thomas, but they quickly shook their heads. ‘Oh no, they were creepy. Also knew what the other was thinking.’ Rick said, a shiver running down his spine. ‘We thought they were going to get together.’ He explained. ‘They never?’ She asked shocked, they shook their heads. ‘Nope, he started dating Hannah.’ TC informed her and she frowned.

‘Y/N?’ Thomas asked, but there was no answer. They all shared a look before they walked further in, searching the large house for any sign off you, the thing that was left behind was a hand-written note on the kitchen counter. Thomas picked it up before and read it, before handing it over to Rick. ‘She’s been taken.’ He said confidentially, Rick took his turn to look over the letter. ‘How’d you know?’ TC asked as Rick handed him the letter. ‘When has she ever called you Theodore?’ Thomas asked, TC nodded. ‘Only when I’m in trouble.’ He said, they all nodded as footsteps made them look up. ‘This was on her pillow.’ Higgins said, they turned and looked at the necklace you had been wearing. ‘What is it?’ Rick questioned, Higgins played with it until it halved and revealed a USB drive, she quickly made her way over to her laptop before plugging it in as the men followed behind her. ‘What is it?’ Rick questioned. ‘A location.’ Higgins said as the digits came up on the screen.

‘Please.’ You whined, feeling the sensation of tears building up. ‘No please.’ You begged her, moving around on your knees. The bigger bits of dirt digging into the skin, piercing them. ‘You always were weak.’ She said, you let the tears run down your cheek, letting it clean away the dirt. ‘Stand up.’ She said, placing the gun under your chin and kept it there until you were standing up facing her. You kicked your leg up and it connected with her knee, her leg went the wrong way and she collapsed onto the ground. You quickly grabbed the gun pointing it at her. ‘You bitch.’ She hissed out as she tried to get up, but only moved to her knees when you clicked the safety off. ‘Yeah, well you trapped me in a cage for years’. You informed her, her eyes narrowing. ‘It’s only fair.’ You said before bringing the butt of the gun down, connecting with her head. You sighed when she dropped to the ground unconscious but breathing. ‘You’re late.’ You said when the door swung open and the trio of boys walked in, with Higgins following close behind. When they saw you, unharmed and Hannah’s, motionless body next to you, they holstered their weapons. ‘Took a little while to get back into the swing of things.’ He said, you smiled tiredly at him.

[writtenwinchester]

Losing It - Rick x Reader

Word count: 1123

Writer: Savannah @mistersourwolf and Jillian

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, rape mentioned, angst & fluff.

Summary: Reader’s loosing their mind slowly yet surely. They’re not quite sure how they’re doing it, but the constant asks are making it worse to the point they snap at the one they love most.

Another day, another kill. That’s what you lived by, killing. To get through the day, it’s all you knew. You sort of remember the time where you were sweet, never touched a walker and would never hurt anybody. But, that wasn’t the person you were anymore. You remembered your first kill, though it wasn’t exactly a walker. It was a person, a walking, talking, person.

You were out with Rick, Carl had a fever so you were trying to find anything to calm it down. Though, as you searched throughout a house on your own a hand wrapped around your mouth, pulling at your clothes and hitting at your sides while he held you down against the bed, you reached for anything, eventually you got a lamp and swung it across his head multiple times out of pure panic. You cried in horror as you watched him bleed out on the floor and die.

After that, you were never the same. The memory of the man haunted you dearly, and Rick was always there to help and support you. You remember when he found you and held you in his arms while you cried from hours on end. You never really talked about that day sense, but after every other kill, things got worse. Day by day, night by night. Nothing could’ve damaged you more.

Lately, you noticed you got worse. Though you didn’t want to talk about it, others obviously did. Daryl didn’t say much, per usual, but he gave you concerned looks. Maggie asked if you were alright, along with Carol who actually sat you down and had a talk with you. You just felt like you were going insane, losing it, losing everything. Then, Rick showed up while you were outside.

“You okay?” He asked, a concerned look on his face. “You’ve been actin’ different. I know you’ve been telling others you’re fine but I know that’s not true.”

You fumbled, kicking a rock by your foot while Rick stepped closer to you.

“And what would you know?”

“Y/n you’ve been there and helped me through so much, let me do the same is all I’m asking. You helped me, helped me get back to my family, to Carl.” Rick said, a hand on his hip as usual.

“So?” You scolded him, angry no one could let you be.

“I’m just worried for you is all.”

“Well stop fucking worrying because I’m fine.” “Y/n-“ Rick started to speak, but you no longer wanted to listen to him.

“No Rick, don’t! I’m just tired alright? Please just leave, I don’t wanna hurt you.” Your lip trembled as you tried to hold back tears, but it was true. You would hurt him if he didn’t leave you alone. Why? You didn’t know but he made you feel that way.

Rick started giving you butterflies in your stomach every time he walked by or spoke to you. You blamed him for your stress sometimes, but you knew it was all yourself. You assumed the butterflies came from underlying guilt from when you had snapped on him. As much as you knew he was just concerned, you wanted to handle things yourself. Even though you were only making things worse.

It wasn’t long after the interaction that you’d seen Hershel outside, calling you over. You walked towards him, wondering what he wanted as he never did talk to you much.

“Y/N, sit down with me, I wanna talk to you Dear.” He took a seat, and you knew what he wanted to talk about. But Hershel reminded you much of your Dad, and for that reason you could never disrespect him.

“I see the way you been acting, the way you treated Rick, you have to talk to people.” He said kindly, placing a hand over yours.

“I don’t want them involved.” You said to him, staring at your feet.

“It’s us and then the dead, we’re all you got now.” Hershel frowned.

“I know that, I-“

“No, Y/N, listen to me. You may not realize but Rick loves you with just about all he can, and you can’t treat people who care about you like that.” Hershel expresses, showing concern in his eyes. “He would take a bullet for you and I know that much.”

You nodded at Hershel, realizing maybe you’d been to hard on Rick. And not just Rick but yourself. It wasn’t an easy world to live in but Rick only wanted to change that and unify people. There was no harm in that.

Later, you walked around the prison perimeters, killing any walker you saw approach the fence. In the distance, you could see Rick sitting outside the prison figuring you could go talk to him. Hershel was right, why it took you so long to realize you’d been acting up, you didn’t know. But you needed to say you were sorry, even though that might not fix,it he needed to know.

“Mind if I sit with you?” You asked, a sad look on your face.

Rick didn’t say anything but nodded, gesturing you over.

“You asked Hershel to talk to me?” You questioned, glancing at him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I shouldn’t have—“

You placed a hand over his, tearing up as you smiled softly. “It’s okay, because Rick I love you no matter what, and you don’t have to believe me, but I do. I don’t think anything could ever change that.”

Rick looked over at you, placing a hand on your leg, “I know that, I always did.” He confirmed.

“I could never put you in danger,” you clarified. “I’ve killed people who I didn’t know, people who didn’t do anything wrong and ones who have. I know the pain that comes with taking a life and I don’t think I can bare it anymore.” You confessed, a tear fell down your cheek, as you told him the secrets that you’d kept inside.

He brought his hand up to your cheek, wiping away your tears, “It’s difficult, I know it, but you are strong and you are more than capable of getting through this, I hope you let me hold your hand through it.” His thumb trailed over your cheek as you two stared at each other, your gaze deepening.

You clasped your hand in Rick’s free one, kissing the top of his hand out of love.

“Hold my hand no matter what, please.” You whispered leaning your forehead against his.

“Alright, I will.” Rick chuckles kissing your forehead, before heading back inside with you.

There was still much for you to experience and hopefully you’d be alongside Rick. And if you were lucky, he’d be right there, holding your hand.

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Calling for Rick in your sleep would include:

Requested

• Him being slowly woken up by your voice that’s quietly calling for him, first thinking that you’re awake and calling for him because something’s wrong or something has happened to you or the kids, only for him to realize that you’re dreaming

• Him at first being concerned that you might have a nightmare as he scoots closer to you, ready to take you into his arms and comfort you

• Him cupping the side of your face to gently turn you to face him, all while stroking with his finger over your cheek and trying to find out if you’re okay

• Him being relieved as soon as he hears in your calm voice that you’re fine but still pulling you closer to make sure that you stay that way and your dream doesn’t turn into a nightmare

• Him pulling the blankets closely over you to make sure you’re comfortable while having to begin to slightly chuckle as he hears how you just don’t stop to mumble his name while you’re still asleep and cuddling closer against him

• Him just wondering about what you might dream about and why he is playing such a big role in it before he feels how you shift and slowly begin to wake up

• Him having to slightly laugh about the sleepy way you look up to him, still somewhere between dreaming and being awake, especially as you drowsily mumble his name again

• Him asking you if you’re still not tired of saying his name only to grin slightly as he sees how confused you’re looking at him before just shaking his head with a laugh and asking you about your dream • Him pulling you back into his embrace and asking you chuckling, just to tease you and your sleepy mind that still doesn’t know what’s going on, if you want him to make you call out his name again

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[its-negans-lucille]

All I See - Part Two

You can find the other parts of this story and my Masterlist HERE!

Synopsis: Rick comes to see how you’re doing and Maggie comes to apologise while Negan attempts to get you out of his mind.

Ships: Negan x Blind!Reader, Rick x Blind!Reader Words: 1,148 Warnings: Curses, mentions of claustrophobia Category: ???

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You were lying on your blow-up bed in the living room. You could hear the slight pattering of rain on the roof as you sat there attempting to sleep. Every time you closed your eyes you were back in the tiny closet, the walls, although you couldn’t see them, seeming to close in on you. You shivered and rolled over, attempting to focus on the rain instead of the dark thoughts.

Normally when you couldn’t sleep your sister would come and help you, she would tell you stories of how the world look before all of this. The thoughts of bustling towns and sunny countryside comforted you even if it did make you feel a little disappointed that you had never been able to see it in the first place. She was on a run so she wasn’t able to help you tonight, even though you needed it so ardently.

When the apocalypse hit you had been talking to multiple doctors and undergoing many procedures in the vain attempt to gain sight. You had been coming close to a surgery when the TV’s started reporting vicious attacks and deaths all across the country. You never did get that surgery.

You thought back on the day, on how Rick seemed so protective of you. Rick and you had always been friends, ever since he got here. You had been the first civilian that he came in contact with. You remember how you had walked onto the steps of his house and had opened the door, believing that it was your house. Rick had been suspicious but once you explained the predicament to him he understood and offered to walk you home.

After that you and him would often stop and chat, though you hadn’t had much of a chance recently with the Saviours.

No one had told you about them, obviously believing that you had ‘enough on your plate’ with blindness. You wanted to know what they were doing here and why but whenever you attempted to talk with anyone about them they would either walk away or change the subject. You also though that Rick had been avoiding you, obviously knowing that you would ask him about said Saviours.

Today had been their second time at Alexandria, the first time you had been in your house, sleeping so you hadn’t heard any of the ruckuses. You thought yourself lucky.

Occasionally you would catch murmurs of their leader, Negan, when you would stand outside doors and listen. One plus about blindness was that your other senses were more finely tuned. You heard people saying that he was inappropriate, sadistic and in a few cases evil.

You for one didn’t believe it.

No one could be evil, you thought as you sat up, especially someone whose touch was so soft and their voice sounded so gentle. You were confused to say the least. You shivered, and not completely because of the chill seeping under the crack of the door.

You didn’t know how long it was until you heard the second stair on your porch creak loudly. You sat bolt upright and began to search around for your stick. You found it where you left it, on the table above you.

There was a knock at the door and you heard a voice call. “(Y/N)? You up?”

Rick. You let out an audible sigh of relief as you stood up, grabbing onto the corner of a table to secure yourself.

“Coming.” You replied as you made your way through the maze of furniture.

You made it to the door and opened it with a small click. The stormy smell of rain and dampness intoxicated your senses. A chill set into your skin as you wrapped an arm around yourself to keep a little bit of heat within your pyjama’s.

“What is it?” You asked Rick, cocking your head to one side.

“I wanted to apologise about today. About everything that happened.” Rick answered, his tone reserved. You could feel his eyes piercing your skin as he talked. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help more with Negan.” He continued, his voice had a hard edge to it.

“Look, I’m just tired, y’know?” You replied, stifling a yawn. “You did all you could. Just, please, don’t have Maggie lock me anywhere again.” You continued, staring at him with what you hoped was an imploring look.

“It was for your own good.” Rick replied, not even attempting to deny it. You laughed coldly and the temperature seemed to lower.

“And what good did it do?” You replied, shaking your head. You heard Rick inhale before speaking next.

“It won’t happen again.” He said in a softer voice.

“Promise?” You asked immediately.  You heard Rick give a little laugh at the sound of your insistence.

“Promise.” He replied.

You smiled, nodding as you did so.  “Come’re” You said, stepping forward and giving Rick a hug. “Let’s promise that you’ll never be an ass again and I will continue being the wonderful person I am.” You whispered in his ear. You felt him chuckle.

“Okay.” He replied after a second.

The hug lasted longer than usual hugs did, you thought to yourself as you broke away from Rick. His hands trailed almost longingly across your hips but he swiftly removed them from your vicinity when he realised what he had been doing, almost as if your touch had burned him.

“I’ll. . . I’ll go now.” Rick said almost awkwardly. You smiled wryly and nodded turning back into your house, feeling although you’d be able to sleep a lot sounder now.

***

Negan was laid in bed, alone for the first night in a while. He had been oddly quiet ever since he had returned to the sanctuary, returning to his rooms and continuing to shower before heading to bed.

Negan’s mind was buzzing about the events of the day.

He had expected the day to be mostly uneventful, taunt Rick a little and generally check up on his newest suppliers, but in none of the scenario’s that Negan had curated in his mind’s eye did he imagine meeting you.

When you first opened your eyes and say the blue of your eyes with pastel glint within them; you also had a distinct lack of pupils. Negan had been in the world long enough to know that you were blind. Negan though that there was something eerily beautiful about you.

It had taken a moment for Negan to regain his usual charisma, though he still spoke softly toward you. Negan ignored the glares and general hostility that radiated off Rick in waves, though he would make sure to question him later about it. But at that moment all he was concentrating on was you.

Each time Negan closed his eyes your haunting gaze stared back at him.  Negan found himself looking forward to your next encounter.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a great day!!

(Also I haven’t proof read because I’m heading to France tomorrow and I’m really exhausted (my parents woke me up at 7 am today) because we have to get up at 3 am tomorrow so they want me tired (AND IT WORKED GRUMBLE!!)

Also, on a personal note; DAVEED DIGGS??? LIKE DUDE??? PLEASE???? *ehem*

Anyway! Sorry for any mistakes and I hope you all enjoyed!!

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[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Rick taking care of you while you’re sick would include:

Requested

• Him trying his best to manage the things in Alexandria from your house, just because he feels the need to stay close to you and take care of you as good as he can • Him sitting on the edge of your bed while you’re snoozing, all while kissing your forehead and stroking some hair strands out of your face while trying to figure out what could make you feel better just because he hates to see you suffer • Him making sure that you got all the medicine you need and don’t have to go without anything that could somehow make you feel better or quicken recovery • Him leaning against the backrest of the bed next to you, only to let you lay your head in his lap before he’s running and stroking his fingers through your hair as well as letting them caress your neck to make you feel at least a little better • Him refusing to go on runs for as long as you’re sick, just wanting to be with you as well as having the fear that you might feel worse and turn sicker when he’s outside and far away from you • Him telling you how much Judith misses you because you can’t play and cuddle with her through not wanting that she catches the same sickness as you, only for him to pull you over into his embrace and reassure you that you’ll soon be fine and able to do anything as usual again • Him trying to cheer you up, with things he knows you enjoy or even make you laugh a little bit, all while he’s feeling better as well whenever he sees how you begin to smile and forget the headache or anything else that’s bothering you for at least a second • Him being glad when he begins to see that you’re feeling better, but still making sure that you rest until you feel completely fine again, all while making sure that others or he himself take over your usual shifts to give you the chance to fully recover

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[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Rick being jealous would include:

Requested

• Him noticing this one person who always seems to try to get close to you, only for him to grow more and more jealous

• Him tending to have an arm wrapped around your waist or kissing you in front of this person in hope it shows them that you both belong together and no one’s gonna get between that

• Him purposely giving this person completely different shifts than you, making sure that you almost don’t cross paths with each other

• At home, him making sure that you see what a good father he is to Judith and Carl, as well as what a great family you are together to make sure you see what you got with him

• Him being way rougher and more passionate with you whenever you’re having sex and even going as far as purposely leaving hickeys on your neck where you can’t hide them

• Him just feeling reminded of the whole story with Shane even though your situation is completely different and he deep down knows that you wouldn’t ever go behind his back

• Him just not being able to keep himself from turning stern and cold whenever he’s around that person

• Him taking his time to go on longer runs with you, filled with way more than one passionate night, while feeling better whenever he sees how much you enjoy this time with him

• Him giving short and even grumpy answers whenever this person asks him something only to begin to avoid them by all means

• Him always having an eye on the person, conscious and unconscious, only for him to tense up whenever he sees them coming closer to you

• Him having days where he’s not able to hold himself back from making stern remarks here and there, even towards you, actually just in fear that you could doubt your relationship, till the point where you get what problem he’s having and reassure him that you won’t ever leave him for this person

• Him coming anyway to the point where he can’t hold himself back anymore, which leads him to threaten this person and tell them exactly what happens if they ever try to take you away from him again

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Showering with Rick would include:

• Him not being able to stop himself from glancing over to you as you’re taking your clothes off only for him to not be able anymore to stop himself from walking over to you to help and get the chance to feel you

• Him enjoying to let the soap in his hands trace over your body and all its sensitive parts he knows too well until his hands begin replace the soap

• Him really enjoying to wrap his arms from behind around you while the water is pelting down on you only to let his head rest on your shoulder and pull you closer

• Him as well loving to let his lips brush over your wet skin and kiss from your shoulders to your neck and eventually up to your jaw while his chest is still tightly pressed against your back • Him enjoying to turn you around to him to be able to let his eyes wander over your whole body before pressing you against him and pulling you into a deep kiss, only to love the way your hands run through his wet hair and caress his neck

• Him letting you wash him as well only to have to smile and smirk a bit about the way your glance changes between concentrated to rather flustered and even lust filled as your hands make their way over his body

• Him not being able to hide that he loves to see the way you react to the way his body responds to your touches especially when a blush begins to spread over your cheeks as you both get hot and bothered

• Him loving to press you against the cold tiles of the wall while things are heating up, only to eventually love even more to feel you pressing against him as he lifts you up and feels your legs wrapping around his hips

• Him especially loving to take his time for a hot shower with you after an exhausting day to finally get to relax as he closes his eyes and just feels the hot water and the way your body is tightly pressed against his

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