season 5 scary beard rick getting sweet, hyperfem reader on her knees for him, and her just looking up all sweet and obedient and docile, just about ready to do anything for him I FEEL LIKE ITD DRIVE HIM WILDDDD
“Are you okay?” She whispers as he tugs her behind the barn. Neither of them wanting to attract any attention from the potential threats out in the woods.
“Just need your help with something, princess,” his mouth starts trailing down her neck as he pushes her up against the barn. Rough wood with the threat of a splinter catches on her sweater. It’s stretched out collar falls off her shoulder and grants him even more access to her neck. Nipping lightly at her collarbone.
“With what?”
He doesn’t answer, tilting his head up, he catches her lips and grabs her hand, placing it against the front of his jeans. Tall and hard under the dark denim, she gets the hint almost immediately.
It doesn’t take long before she’s on her knees. So obedient. The very impractical mini skirt she wears is riding up above her hips and the sight of her soft bare skin drives him wild. He’s thankful that her pretty lace panties are only shown to the wood siding of the barn and not the forest behind them. He holds one arm up against the wall for support, doubling as an unintentional shield to their intimate act. His fingers lace with her unruly locks, guiding her close enough to kiss him through his boxers.
“Atta girl,” he says as her fingers trace at his waistband. The site in front of him nearly catches him in a trance. She’s so pretty like this. All wide eyed and willing.
welcome! Today is two of the whump.tober take over
Day Two Prompt -> Explosion
Pairing -> Rick Grimes X Reader
Warning -> Season 9 Spoilers, Character “Death”, Oc Insert (Lynne)
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The feeling was unreal. Just this morning everything was okay, everything that you knew was fine and you had the life and the family that you always wanted. It was a steep price to pay for what you had, the death of people that you loved and others that threatened to get you there. Now that you’re there, in this perfect place that you only spoke about in the early months of the outbreak.
You weren’t ready to be woken up at dawn. You’d planned on sleeping in for once in your life, being safe at home and in bed. Then came Judith, “Mom?” her voice came in a whisper. Small hands nudge your shoulder, trying to shake you awake. “Mommy,” she whines and you fight back the urge to smile. You could hear her small giggles as another pair of footsteps enter the room.
“There you are.” Rick’s voice came with a small chuckle, no doubt at the sight of his daughter trying to “wake” you up. “Come on, let her sleep in.” Rick walks further into the room, picking up Judith and moving to leave, but not before he places a kiss to your forehead.
This morning was so far away from now. You’d taken on the role of keeping the peace. You and Rick wanted everything to be safe and perfect. Carl saw that future that you so badly wanted to carry on for him. You lost people for him and now you nearly lost your “brother” for him and his future. Now you run beside him, trying to stop what you want to believe is not your reality. You two were ahead of the rest that followed you, your “sisters” follow you though you had your doubts about them coming with you until now.
You smile, turning your head to look at the small girl who was hanging upside down on the couch. “What are you doin’ monkey?” You question, walking up to the small blonde girl. She giggles when you sit down beside her, hanging the same way as her with your feet propped up on the top of the couch. “How are you doin’?” She continues to laugh, especially when she looks ahead to see Rick walking into the room, raising an eyebrow at the two of you.
“What are you two doing?” He asks, walking up and crouching down in front of the pair.
You give him a toothy smile. “We’re being monkeys.” You tell him, making him laugh. “Right monkey?” You reach a handover, tickling the stomach of the girl. She bursts out in laughter, nearly rolling off the couch.
When your brother stopped running you knew it was real. You knew that what was in front of you was real and for a moment you hesitated. “No.” You breathed out, running past your brother and towards the end of the bridge where it met with the land. Your sisters followed close behind you. It was the army of walkers that made you go faster, it was the army of walkers that made you hesitate at first.
Smiling from the porch, you watch as Rick chases Judith, who was now running through the grass of the front lawn. It was a sight that you never thought you’d get to see, almost unbelievable that it was here and it was yours. The slight tick of the unknown and danger that scared you wasn’t present as you stood, watching the man that you'd fallen in love with and the girl that you’d sacrifice your life for.
Tears stream down your face when your sisters hold you back. The man that you’d fallen in love with was about to sacrifice his life for everyone, for his family and you couldn’t do anything. You curse the Gods in that moment, screaming the name of the man that you’d love till the end of time. “Rick!” You pulled at Maggie, Carol, Lynne, and Michonne, cursing them for holding you back. Daryl was a ways back from the group, shooting bolts at the walkers on the bridge that neared him.
The blast went off and hurt more than you thought. The world seemed to freeze, a high ring in your ear came from the noise. The bridge was not up in flames, walkers dropping into the river, being taken away from the flash flood. Where Rick once stood was now blown up, in the river. You collapse into Maggie’s arms with the weight of everything falling onto you. Maggie held onto you as you cried to the Heavens and back.
The smoke from the explosion stretches up into the sky, painting it black. He was right there and now he’s gone. No one that stood with you could believe it yet they could. He would do anything for his people, even if it cost him his own life.
Kinda NSFW but not really. Fluff, angst (wow I really love writing angst), Gender nonspecified Reader. Feel free to message me with any requests/ constructive criticism, and enjoy!
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“This g-game is so dumb I’m surprised Jerry didn’t come up with it.” The old man exclaimed, then sprawled himself across the floor with a huff, his gaze following the rotating blades of your living room’s overhead fan. You knew he hated playing the Question game, but you also knew Rick wouldn’t reveal juicy secrets any other way. So, every few weeks you would invite him over to your place, load him up with vodka, and make him play.
“Oof. Bad roast, Rick. I thought you were better than that”
“Sorry, I’m busy trying to think of a question to ask because you insist on playing this *buuuuurp* s-stupid game.”
“Oh, come on! It’s fun once you get into it!” You took a few more sips of vodka as his eyes flicked over to watch you. You then reached over his body to set it back onto your coffee table where Rick had placed the rest of your liquor. You used the movement as an excuse to slide into the open space next to him, your bodies parallel and arms resting against one another. You were about to shift positions and rest your head on his shoulder or even just kiss him on the cheek to encourage him to wrap his arms around you, but before you could, his question finally came.
“God, this is cliche as fuckk but, ah, what’s your g- *burp* -reatest fear?”
You pondered for a second, choosing your answer carefully before presenting it to him — even though you knew he’d make fun of you no matter what you said. Despite that fact, though, you answered honestly.
“You.”
“M-me? What the f- why?” He responded, his tone trying (and failing) to mask a combination of concern and amusement.
“I mean- maybe that was bad wording... what I mean is... I guess I’m scared one day you’ll look in the mirror and see yourself as I see you. That you’ll remember how many people want to be with you, and how many more want to be you... and I’m just terrified you’ll realize the sheer volume of women- or men that you could find that are way better than me... People that could do things for you that I can’t.” You sat up to look him in the eye as you finished. With a shaky voice you continued, “I’m terrified that you’ll leave. ”
With that, Rick’s eyebrow furrowed and his arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you back down to lay beside him.
“That’s ridiculous. You know that.” He responded, his tone gentler than you’d ever heard before.
“But I don’t.”
“T-then I’ll tell you again. Babe, I know better than anyone else how great I am. And, being this b- *buuurp* -brilliant and awesome, I know exactly what I want.” He paused to kiss you, his touch as intoxicating as the liquor. But after a moment he pulled away, and spoke again. “And what I want is you.”
You giggled then, stealing another kiss from the man who was now completely on top of you. “Is there anything else you want?” You replied, trying to be clever even though it was getting more and more difficult to think as his fingers traced the waistband of your pants and began tugging lightly downward.
how do you think rick would react if you just broke down sobbing during sex without explanation? like just out of nowhere and can’t even explain what’s wrong kind of sobbing
I can’t say that this hasn’t happened to me so… this is more so what I wish would happen in this scenario…
He’d stop everything the moment he notices. Even though tears can be perceived as pleasure over pain, he knows you enough to tell that somethings not quite right. He knows your body language, your mannerisms. Rick knows you. And he knows that something is wrong. Even if you don’t entirely know what it is.
He freezes the moment he feels your energy shift.
“What’s wrong?” His brows furrow together in concern.
Your turn to try and hid your face in the pillow. Attempting to wipe your tears onto the flannel pillowcase. Sniffling quietly in hopes he’d just brush it off, “Nothin’… I’m - I’m okay.”
“You don’t seem okay. You’re crying.” He reaches up to wipe a tear from the apple of your cheek. It only makes the tears drop faster. “What’s wrong?”
“I- I don’t know, I just-“ your voice cracks and more tears fall. Frustrated at yourself for ruining the moment. Unable to understand why you’re even crying, and more importantly why you can’t seem to stop.
“Hey,” he’s careful when he pulls out. Gently lying back down beside you with his arm propping himself up to look at you, “let’s just take a break, okay?”
“I’m sorry I don’t why I’m-” your voice chokes and you bring the blanket up to wipe your dampening cheeks, “I’m sorry this is- ugh-”
“What on earth are you apologizing for? You’ve done nothing wrong, sweetheart. Nothing wrong at all.” His voice is low as his hand comes up to brush your hair out of your face, petting and smoothing it down repeatedly in sweet, soothing motions.
“I’m ruining the moment -I- I don’t even know what I’m sad about- it’s just, it’s embarrassing.” You wish you didn’t sound so pathetic, and the thought that Rick might be thinking that makes you cry even harder, head tucking right into his chest where he pulls you in and kisses the top of your head. Warm hands rubbing up and down your bare back.
“Darlin’, you haven’t ruined anything, I promise. Sometimes…” he takes a breath before he continues, choosing his words carefully, “-sometimes doin’ things like this, y’know, it can, uh- it can bring out emotions you didn’t even know you had. Ones that are deep inside or bottled up. And it just so happens that right now is when your body feels ready to let em’ out. It happens. There’s nothing wrong with you. I promise you, it’s okay.” Ricks tone is gentle and rather convincing, despite the dreadful pit that’s formed in your stomach. And the arms that are holding you close feel safer than anywhere you can imagine. Walls or not.
You stay tucked into his chest until you have no tears left to cry. Trying to relax and calm your shaky breaths. Inhaling deep and slow, taking in the scent of the man holding you. His skin. His pheromones. That alone is calming in itself. Allowing your mind to cloud over and momentarily pause your incessant overthinking. His touch has your eye lids growing heavy and grateful for Ricks overall sweetness and his more than understanding reaction.
Rick in between your legs. Fingers in your cunt, curling upward to hit your sweet spot. The one that always makes you squirm. His tongue on your clit, constantly moving up and down, and his other hand gripping your hip so tightly you wince. And you won’t fucking stay still for him. But you’re just so warm and wet and trying your hardest to breath nice and slow. You can’t help that you’re a little reactive. That you shake and twitch at his touch. So you try your best to be good. To do just what he tells you to. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Just relax. Just take it. Such a good girl for me.” And him mumbling into your skin is the hottest thing you’ve ever heard and you cum so much quicker than you wanted to. And he can tell by the whine you let out and the grip in his hair, so he makes sure to keep going. Even when you push on his head and tell him it’s too much. He loves the way you clench down on and spasm around his digits. Loves the way that tears well up in your eyes from the pure bliss he’s making you feel. And you’re literally dripping down his hand and his face is so soaked with your slick and cum but neither of you care. Because you’re so drunk off each other that you’re starting to feel dizzy and he’s starting to get sloppy but even then, it’s still working. And since he never stopped, you cum again with a shaky moan until finally, he lets you push him off. Kissing your sensitive clit and making you twitch once more before he chuckles and leans in for a real kiss. Unbuckling his belt and praying to god that you’ll let him fuck you until those pretty little tears run right down your face.
౨ৎ They love spoiling you. Any way they can really. They love bringing you fun goodies back from supply runs. Clothes that they want to see you in. That you always make sure to wear the next day to show off your appreciation. Books and snacks they know you’ll enjoy. They always love seeing the way your eyes light up when they get back with a gift and how you always give them each a big thank you hug and a kiss before running off to your hammock to read the new book in a day and a half.
౨ৎ Even though the boys always look for pretty clothes and bring you back bags and bags full, you still are always wearing their stuff. Daryl’s hoodie was a clear favourite. And Ricks sweatpants were just so cozy, you couldn’t even help yourself. To bed, you loved to wear one of Ricks button ups, falling off your shoulder and long enough that it hid your cheeky panties. Layering up with one of Daryl’s flannels while you’re out on watch or a run. As long as it smelled like one of them, you were wearing it.
౨ৎ You truly love their company. Even in it’s most simple form. The three of you out on the back deck, sitting on the patio furniture, and enjoying the warm summer evenings. Your legs thrown over Ricks lap as you lay in between Daryl’s. All cozied up with a book, and your head against his chest. Listening to his slow and rhythmic breaths. Ricks fingers trailing up and down your soft skin as he read over his own notes, intricate construction plans for the new apartment complex they need to build. Since Alexandria keeps growing at such a fast rate. He would be focused so intently on the drawings, yet still pausing to squeeze your feet and make you giggle. His touch always sending goosebumps up your legs. And Daryl would be passed out, with his head against the back of the couch, and an arm draped around your waist, pulling you in close. The cutest little snores escaping him as the sun continues to set for the night.
౨ৎ The boys have a lot of pressure on their shoulders. And you love that they’re such amazing leaders. Such hard workers. But you also loved to take their minds off things every once in a while. Make them feel good. Make them laugh and smile and roll their eyes. Just hearing you giggle could make them forget about life, even just for the moment. And you loved being able to do that for them. To be their escape. So you made sure to make an effort at it. Always messing around, whipping a towel at Daryl while doing the dishes, just to get him all riled up, chasing you around the kitchen island as you both laughed, trying so hard not to slip on the tile. Inviting Rick for a shower, every single morning, even when he was running crazy late. Knowing how much he loves when you let him suds you up, pressing sweet kisses to your face and neck. You’d sit on the counter while he towels off between your legs, combing his hair. Always noticing the way he looked at you. Like you were the only thing that even mattered.
౨ৎ When you’re really bored and you can’t sleep cause it’s way too hot, you’d wake them up and pull them both out of bed to skinny dip in the pond. It was crazy. Outside of the walls, dangerous and cold. But they’d come anyway, because they love the way you drag them both behind you. The way you want them with you. Doing anything and everything. Splashing them both when they refused to come in any deeper, and quickly running further into the water as they chase after you with a playful anger in their eyes.
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౨ৎ You all sleep in the same bed. Most nights anyway. And all of you liked when you were in the middle. Where you could feel the attention from them both on either side of you. They love to wake you up with slow and sensual kisses on your neck, both of their fingers trailing down to your panties and playing with the waistband. Their touch tickling as you start to stir. A quiet whine leaving your lips as your hand goes between your legs. Even subconsciously, your body always reacts to them. And the boys would keep glancing at eachother, licking their lips and silently agreeing on how they want to wake you up. And when you’d open your eyes with a gasp, to the feeling of Rick sucking on your clit, they would both chuckle against your skin. “Mornin’ sunshine,” Daryl would mumble into your hip, your hands quickly tangling in both of their hair as your head presses back even further into the pillow. “Mornin.” You whimper. Starting the day off just right.
౨ৎ Going on a run with the three of you was honestly pointless. It was all play and no work. Never getting any actual supplies because you’re too busy getting double stuffed. The second they got you alone in the vehicle, it was over. They would have to pull over in the middle of the highway. Not even at your destination yet, just in the middle of nowhere. Where there was no one out there to hear you scream. No kids knocking on the door or anyone looking for Rick to take care of some problem. Just you. Sitting all pretty in the middle seat, with a hand on each of their thighs, slowly inching closer to their groins. Finally palming their growing bulges when you got brave enough. Rick would hit the brakes, and soon enough there were grabby hands pulling you every which way, clothes being practically torn off your body as Rick pulls you forward to his cock. Your mouth already watering. “Atta girl,” he says when you get his belt undone and finally wrap your lips around him. Sucking him off as Daryl played with your pussy, dragging his index finger in your wetness. “You like being a little tease don’t you?” You’d hum an agreement agains Rick, the vibration making him buck his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you struggle not to gag. Daryl laughs and you hear his own belt unbuckle, moving around until he was lined up with your cunt. Ass up and face down. “For the next three days, you’re all ours. Gonna fuck you dumb, baby. You’ll be begging for a break by tonight, I’m sure.” And he was right. You sure were.
౨ৎ Movie nights were pointless too. Never knowing the plot or what happens because you’d always end up with your face buried in a shoulder, biting down as you try not to wake anyone in the house. The boys loved to sneak around under the blankets. The thought of someone walking in was such a thrill. And it’s not like it never happened. One time Carol had walked down to the kitchen, all grumbly and tired. Grabbing a glass of water and pausing for a moment as the screen flashes to some action scene. With Ricks fingers burried deep inside of you, and Daryl’s pressed against your clit. All three of of you were frozen, holding your breath. Waiting for her to leave. And when she did, and her bedroom door clicked shut, they rewarded you for being such a good, quiet girl. Their “pretty, perfect girl, deserves all the lovin’,” they’d say all quiet, and make you squirt all over their fingers and faces <3
౨ৎ Overstimulation is one of their favourite things. Collectively, they can edge you for hours. Neither of them getting tired because they can just switch off whenever. They loved when they could take their time with you. And it didn’t happen often, since Rick was such a busy body, helping build the community and keep things in order. And Daryl was often out with Aaron, recruiting new community members. So when they did get you alone for a night, sans interruptions, they’d make it count. Edging you for an hour or so before making you come as many times as they possibly could. They liked to beat their old records. Counting how many more they were able to pull from you than last time.
౨ৎ Rick is such a selfless guy. Always doing things for others. Even in the bedroom. He is just such a giver. Always wanting to taste you. Making sure that no matter what, you were cumming first, and on the off chance that you didn’t, he’d make you come a half a dozen times before he’d stop. Daryl, while he also loved to please you, definitely prefers when you take care of him. Sucking him off or riding him. He liked when you took control. Loved the way your lips looked wrapped around his cock. So focused on getting him to cum. His own focus on the way you felt around him, always taking his mind off things.
౨ৎ Not only does Rick like to please you, he also loves watching you and Daryl together. He gets off on it. The way you grip Daryl’s broad shoulders so tight. Leaving crescent moon shapes in his skin. The sight of you bouncing on his lap, and the sound of his low grunts and mumbles into your neck. Always telling you how good your pussy feels around him. How wet you were for them. It was always so hot. For all of you. Watching or being watched, it didn’t matter.
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౨ৎ Hope you guys enjoy these little headcanons/situations while I work on some longer fics/requests. I absolutely love comments and feedback so please please please feel free to share your thoughts on any of my work! And if you’re a lil comment shy, you can always send an ask… I don’t mind 💘
So I’m kinda obsessed with the idea of Rick being into bondage. Like he would absolutely love tying you up. Ropes or cuffs, it wouldn’t matter. Anything that gives him total control. And while the overall appeal for him is the control, he also just loves how much you trust him. The way you have the most true and complete trust in him and him only. He gets off on it. What you’ll let him do to you, without any backtalk or hesitation. Just nodding enthusiastically while holding your wrists out for him to secure together. The way your body looks so soft and pretty against all of the intricate knots he’s learned to perfect. Sneaking a Polaroid or two when he has you in his favourite position and then hiding the photos under his mattress for a rainy day. Fucking you into tears of pure pleasure, with your wrists tied to your ankles or your knees forced up against your chest. And then after, when you’re completely fucked out and coming down from your high, he’d be so gentle, kissing every inch of skin that had been roughed up by the restraints. Massaging the muscles that he’d contorted into some uncomfortable position you regrettably chose not to refuse. He’d wash you up and dress you in his own clean, cozy pyjamas. Absolutely hooked on the way you would cling to him, all needy and drowsy. Pressing a sweet kiss to your temple as you try reaching for the waistband of his boxers. The glint in your eyes when you look up at him to ask for another round would make his cock twitch. Seeing exactly how much you adore his little bondage kink.
