── .✦ Alexandria was a new start to a new life, one that included dinner parties with alcohol ꒰ MDNI/18+, jealousy, possessive!rick, drunk/rough sex, creampie ꒱ wc : 2.8k Part One
The party was in full swing. Happy chatter and clinking glasses filling the quiet, the smell of fresh food making the air smell warm. The unfamiliarity of what was once normal makes you almost uncomfortable.
The glass of wine you had fixed that right up.
You smile at the man in front of you, Spencer you think his name was, as he talks about a woman who keeps badgering everyone about a pasta maker. He laughs at his own joke and you giggle along without really hearing what he said.
Okay maybe you’ve had more than one glass of wine.
You couldn’t help yourself though, it’s been quite a while since you’ve been able to drink. Not to mention the need to quell your anxiety about even being here in the first place.
And then there was Rick.
Rick, who you’ve been in love with since the farm. Rick, who has danced around you almost like he was afraid of his feelings. Rick, who told you you’re too young for him.
Rick, who has been sticking close to Jessie since you all got here.
You watched him from across Deanna’s living room, smiling as he drank whiskey and chatted with the beautiful woman.
It made your chest hurt.
You’re too young. I’m almost twice your age.
It also made your head spin.
I will break your fucking legs if I have to, if you push me to, in order to keep you from going. You understand?
The difference between his words of youth and the way he looked at you after his threat were stark. Leaving you confused, especially now.
Rick had apologized to you, back in Noah’s old community, after the two of you split off from Glenn and Michonne.
“You know I would never hurt you, right?” He said, not meeting your eye.
You nodded, “I know.”
The way Rick’s shoulders slumped after that told you how much he regretted what he said. Yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that, if a similar situation presented itself, he would do it again.
That had to mean something, right?
And yet…
“So, how did you end up with Rick and the rest of your group?” Spencer asks, breaking you from your thoughts.
After taking another long pull from your quickly depleting glass of wine, you answer, “Well i’ve known some of them since the beginning of all this, like Glenn and Rick. Others we’ve met along the way. And we’re not just a group, we’re a family.”
Spencer nodded and held his hands up in mock surrender, “My bad, your family. Everyone in this community has become something like a family too, but I doubt it’s the same as yours.”
“No offense but, yeah, it’s not the same.” You chuckle and are relieved when he does too.
After a moment Spencer leans in a little closer, and you’re just drunk enough to let him, “You know, you guys were pretty scary looking when you first came in.”
Giggling again you raise an eyebrow at him, “Really?”
“Yeah, especially Rick-“ Spencer’s sentence is cut off by the call of your name, and you turn to see Rick. He’s not looking at you though, despite addressing you, his eyes are pinned to Spencer.
“Speak of the devil.” You chuckle, turning yourself so you can face both men, “We were just talking about you.”
“Were you now?” Rick says, his voice deep and the smile he wore not meeting his eyes.
You could tell something was off, you’d seen that look on Rick’s face before, but your drunken mind ignored it, “Yeah, apparently everyone was scared of you when we first got here.”
“Really?” Rick replied, eyes still pinned on Spencer, “No reason to be, unless you cross me, of course.”
There was a threat hidden in there, and when you turned to look at Spencer you noticed just how pale he was, “You know, I actually forgot that I was supposed to help my brother with something in the kitchen. It was great talking to the both of you though.”
“You too.” Rick replied before you could, and then Spencer was gone, like he was never even there in the first place.
You turned and frowned at Rick, “What was that?”
“Nothing.” He grumbled, polishing off the glass of whiskey you hadn’t realized he had, before finally looking at you, “Just don’t talk to him anymore.”
Your eyes widen in surprise before narrowing at Rick, “And why not?”
“Because.” Rick all but growls, his eyes hardening, jaw clenching, obviously telling you to just drop it and listen to him.
But you’re now officially four glasses of wine deep and pissed off, “I can talk to whoever I want. Now why don’t you go back to flirting with Jessie and leave me alone.”
You turn to walk away, maybe go find Deanna’s sons in the kitchen and really try to piss Rick off, but Ricks hand quickly wraps around your bicep and pulls you around to face him again, “Don’t.”
The word is spit at you, and this whole situation reminds you of that moment in the woods. A threat you haven’t been able to forget about no matter how hard you try. Hating the way it affects you in a way it really shouldn’t.
Glaring right back at him you rip your arm from his grip, “Fuck this, i’m going back to the house.”
You get away this time, stumbling a little as you go, only hearing a frustrated call of your name behind you.
The cool night air is nice against your heated skin. You didn’t even realize you were that warm until you stepped out.
The walk back to the houses Deanna gave you guys is slow. You stumble your way through the sidewalks of the suburban paradise, trying to calm the anger that bubbles under your skin.
The nerve of that asshole.
About half way there, you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. You already know who it is before you turn around, being able to make out the sound of those boots even drunk.
Just as you suspected, Rick is quickly approaching, almost jogging in order to catch up with you.
“Go away, Rick.”
“You shouldn’t walk around alone at night drunk.” Rick snaps, finally making it to you to walk just a step behind you. Like he’s guarding you.
“Even drunk I can take on any of these sheltered kids.” You scoff, trying to ignore his presence.
“Still-“
“Still what, Rick?” You snap, whirling around to glare at him. “You’re drunk too, hypocrite, so it’s not much better.”
“Quit acting like a child.” Rick hisses, his nose doing that scrunching thing it does when he’s extra angry.
“I’m acting like a child? Me?!”
“Yes-“
“You’re the one who scared off a guy for simply talking to me!” You shout, way too loud for the still of the night. “Despite the fact that you have been flirting with someone all night!”
“I wasn’t flirting with Jessie.” Rick says, getting closer to you.
You back away from him though, trying to keep a healthy distance so that your anger doesn’t fizzle out from just his proximity, “Yeah right, you’ve been plastered to her since we fucking got here.”
When he doesn’t respond, your heart sinks, so you continue on, having nothing to lose, “Why do you even care if I talk to a cute guy anyway, huh? Thought I was “too young” for you.”
Rick was closing the distance again, grabbing both of your arms, forcing you to stay. “Stop.”
There’s that tone again.
“You know,” You start with a humorless chuckle, “For a guy who claims to not want me, you sure have a funny way of showing it.”
“I never said I didn’t want you.” He snapped, face so close to yours you could smell the whiskey on his breath.
Your eyes widen, his eyes widen, and you speak before he gets the chance to backpedal, “Then do something to keep me. Something that isn’t threatening to break my legs.”
It’s silent for a long, agonizing time. Rick just staring at you, still holding your arms and keeping you close. Your warm breaths fog in the cold night air, fanning each other’s faces and the tension is so palpable you can almost taste it.
Then suddenly he’s moving, stepping around you and gripping your wrist to tug you the rest of the way to the house. You wordlessly stumble after him, even without his grip you would follow him.
Once the two of you make it to the house, Rick all but drags you up the porch steps. The front door opens and closes so fast you don’t even register entering the house until your back is pressed against the wood. The loud slamming of the door gives you both pause, waiting and listening to see if any of your family had slipped away from the party early too.
The lack of response leaves the two of you staring at each other in the quiet again. Instead this time it isn’t in the cool night air, but inside a warm house that continues to grow warmer.
With Rick crowding you against the door, hot alcohol tinged breath’s mixing, and his eyes flicking down to your lips, you couldn’t help but beg, “Please.”
And finally, finally, Rick Grimes leans down and kisses you.
It’s slow at first, just a solid press of lips as you both sigh into it. Then he begins to move his lips against yours, running his tongue along the seam, and you kiss back, opening your mouth for him. The mixing taste of wine and whiskey makes your head dizzy and you moan, bringing your arms up to wrap around his shoulders.
Rick groans, his hands coming up to grip your waist, pulling you closer. His hands slide around your back, down over your ass, squeezing it in a way that makes your breath hitch into his mouth, before slipping down to grab the back of your thighs. You instinctually jump, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands tighten their hold on you, keeping you up, and your back hits the door again.
The kiss quickly grows desperate, your fingers tugging at his freshly cut hair, missing his curls. Rick makes a deep noise in the back of his throat and removes his lips from yours, dragging them down your jaw to lick at your throat.
You moan embarrassingly loud, pulling him closer, “Bedroom, please, need you.”
Rick nods against your neck, taking one last moment to suck a nice red mark on the curve of your jaw, and takes a step back. You tuck yourself closer, letting Rick look at where he’s going, using the opportunity to kiss and lick and suck on his neck. His hold on you tightens, and he slides a hand across your ass, holding you with one arm as he starts up the stairs.
You press a wet, open mouth kiss against his pulse and Rick stumbles a little. He reaches out to find balance on the railing, hissing out “shit” and making you giggle.
“You got this.” You tease, leaning up to bite at his ear.
Rick groans again, whether from frustration or pleasure, you can’t tell, and grunts, “Shut up.”
You can hear the smile in his voice.
Slowly and carefully, Rick gets both of you up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Kicking the door closed and flicking on a light, he lays you down on the bed and kisses you again. His tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands on either side of your head holding him up, and you desperately start untucking his shirt.
Rick sits up and pulls his button-up and undershirt off in one go, leaving his torso bare. You stare up at him, dazed from the kisses and the man on top of you, and realize that this is happening.
This is actually happening.
“Fuck.” You whisper, and reach up to fumble with his belt buckle. The sound of the metal is way more obscene than it should be, and once you pull the leather through his belt loops you look up at him. Rick’s lips are parted as he stares at you, eyes dark as they move between your hands at his waist and your eyes.
Suddenly he was pulling your shirt over your head, his fingers gliding along your skin as he did so, “You too.”
You nodded and reached around the unclasp your bra. Once free you shrugged out of the straps and threw it in a random direction, not caring where it landed, and looked back up at Rick.
That look was back on his face.
“Fuck,” Rick whispered, bending down again to kiss along your neck, across your shoulders, nip at your collarbone, before sucking in the skin of your breast. You moan, arching up into his touch and reaching down to start shimmying out of your jeans and underwear.
“Why haven’t we done sooner?” Rick slurred against your skin, his tongue lapping at your nipple.
Kicking yourself free of your bottom layers you grab Rick’s hand, that was busy massaging your other breast, and slide it down the length of your body until it was between your legs, “Got only yourself to blame.”
Rick moans, loud and unabashedly, and immediately curls his fingers inside of you. You’re already wet, have been since he kissed you, so the feeling of his fingers slipping inside your pussy makes you whine your own noises of pleasure.
His fingers curve up, instantly finding that sweet spot that makes you see stars, and start grinding into you. Rick leans his head back up to yours, kissing you deeply before whispering, “I’ll make it up to you.”
You nod, and keep nodding like you’re incapable of stopping. The squelching sound of his ministrations is almost embarrassing, and you move your hand still gripping his wrist to the button of his jeans.
“Please,” You beg, already so far gone you don’t even care anymore, pulling the button loose, “Please fuck me, I need it so bad.”
Suddenly Rick’s fingers were gone, his hands batting yours away as he unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. He didn’t even fully take them off, and you watched him stroke himself with his slicked fingers a couple of times before settling between your legs and pushing inside of you.
You cry out, hands grasping at the bed sheets and toes curling, the sudden fullness makes your back arch up into his. Rick doesn’t give you a moment to adjust or even finish a moan before he’s moving, quick and almost brutal. The clapping sound of your hips meeting is almost deafening but you still hear his curse, “Fuck, you feel better than I imagined.”
His words cause goosebumps to rise on your skin, and you reach up to pull him close, locking him into another kiss.
Both of you are moaning messes, huffing into each other’s mouth and eyes rolling. It’s perfect, so perfect it would bring you to tears if your eyes weren’t already filled with one’s brought by pleasure. You can feel the heat in your abdomen growing, pulling you closer and closer to the edge.
Rick suddenly pulls back to look at you, and you struggle to keep your eyes open to focus on him as he all but growls out, “Don’t talk to him again. You so much as laugh at his joke and I’ll fucking kill him, got it?”
You’re nodding again nonstop, and your tears finally spill down your cheeks, “G-got it. Fuuuck.”
“Yeah, let yourself go. Cum on my cock, mine, nobody else’s.” Rick dips his head down into the curve of your neck, sucking down on your pulse.
That was all you needed. Your nails claw into Rick’s back you cum, back arching and legs shaking as you moan obscenely.
“That’s it, fuck, just like that- s-shit.” Rick’s hips stuttered as he came inside of you, filling you up even more and pulling another moan from you.
The pleasure racking through your body was almost painful, and you held onto Rick tightly as you came down from your high. Slowly your limbs began to feel like jello and your eyes grew heavy, and before you could stop yourself you were slipping into unconsciousness.
—
Your pounding headache was the first thing you registered when you woke up. Next was the stiffness in your body, then the horrible taste in your mouth.
But then there was the comforting weight of an arm holding you tight against a warm chest. Small puffs of air rhythmically hitting the back of your neck, a pair of legs tangled with yours under warm sheets.
The fuzzy memories of the previous night filled your mind’s eye. You smile, eyes still firmly shut, and relax further into the warmth of Rick behind you.
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