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"I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it"
Lori scoffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “How can you ignore this, Rick? I just told ya, I’m walking away…I can’t deal with your anger and bitterness anymore…And Judith and Carl are safer here with you.” She hissed out quietly, glancing up at the yard—seeing her children blissfully unaware.
Duties of a Royal || Closed AU || Rick (officernotsofriendly) & Lori
"This is a horrid, vile disgusting joke." Lori scowled to herself, her pale face hidden beneath a lace veil. She glanced out at the makings of English shore from her cabin, shaking her head in disgust. She felt sick from the long and exhausting sail from her homeland to this new...foreign place where her parents had commanded her to move. She loathed the idea of marrying for politics. It infuriated her beyond her boiling point. "It's your duty child. Your brother will inherit our throne and your son will inherit the English throne. It's quite simple. Princes become Kings, Princesses become Queens and mothers to Kings." Her mother cooed as she boarded her ship to her impending imprisonment. What could be worse than marrying someone you hadn't even seen before? Lori didn't even know what this man looked like, and that's not including all the horror stories ladies in her court would spread of the King. She had been told he was ruthless, mean, and absolutely stubborn beyond belief. Something she knew wouldn't pass very well with her. She bundled her hands in her gloves, her lady-in-waiting wrapping her shawl around her shoulders as they departed the creaky ship and adjusted the French hood upon her dark head of hair. Lori sighed, daintily stepping into the awaiting carriage, her final glance at the barge was of her country's flag, and an overwhelming sadness flooded into her heart. She was determined not to show it. She lifted her head and waved gently at the crowds of people waving at her, crying. The man who picked her up, apparently a friend of the King's, smiled gently, kissing her cheek. "Princess, I am the Duke of Wiltshire...the people are...most happy that our king is marrying." "Yes well, I'd be more happy if I had any say in the matter." She replied simply, readjusting the veil on her face, her eyes shifting as darkness shrouded the carriage as it passed into the palace gates. "I was told he'd be waiting to meet you urgently." "...wonderful." She dead panned, fanning her face gently.
"You want it, don't you?" (Couldn't resist, come on now just imagine that husky Rick Grimes tone xD)
Lori rested a hand on her hip, blushing furiously as she toyed with the lace on her nightgown. “Well yeah, of course I do…we just got married baby.” She purred, leaning against the doorway of their bathroom. “We better stick with tradition, Rick,” She hummed softly.
officernotsofriendly Bae I miss you. *hugs*
Headcanon:
While she was in High School, and dating Rick, she asked him to go to prom with her by baking the message in brownies with chocolate chips and caramel.
He said yes of course and they had a blast—Though Shane made fun of him going to a “kid’s dance.”
officernotsofriendly
Splinter. Crack. The next thing Rick knew he was smashing atop Lori to the floor. With a loud omph. He groaned loudly. No way. Oh Jesus. Lori was going to murder him. He stared in disbelief at the shattered bed frame. His face bright red. Looking mortified. He knew how particular Lori was about the house, and somehow some way it was going to be his fault. “Oops?” He said softly.
“Ouch!” She hissed, her back hitting the cold ground with a smack. Lori threw her head back and let out a groan. “Damn it.” She growled, slipping out from under her husband to survey the damage. “Our bed is decimated.” She sighed, throwing a robe on over her body. “We’ve got to get a new one Rick.”
"Atleast we’ve got the guest bedroom. Guess it’s good we don’t have kids at the moment." She sighed and dropped back to the floor, crawling on top of him. "Alright, damage is done, can’t do anythin’ about that at four in the mornin’. But, we can finish where we left off." She grinned.
CARL NO RICK DAMN FUCK YEAH SAVE BABY CARL FUCK YEAH
Those You've Known || Closed || Rick & Lori
Take a deep breath, Lori. Take a deep breath. Just because these...strange and disgusting words are coming out of your parents' mouth, doesn't make it true.
Blinking her big brown eyes open, Lori Bryant stared at her family staring intently at her. Her brother scoffed in disbelief. "This is bullshit. You guys can't give Lori away to the highest bidder." He glared at the couple in front of he and his sister, the brunette girl looking down at her feet.
"I won't do it. Carl's right. I'm not marryin' anyone. I don't care how much this guy bought me for. I won't do it." She hissed, glaring icily at her father. "I don't know who this Rick is."
Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Not but five minutes ago, she was her own person. Lori Bryant, freshman in college, getting her degree in journalism. She was single--not attached to anyone.
And now her parents have sold her to a "Rick Grimes." To be married.
"Lori-Belle, you're gonna be financially stable...w-we can't afford to send ya to school much longer, not with Carl's acceptance into Law School." Her mother tried to explain to her, her face contorted with discomfort. "H-He and his father are comin' over for dinner...go get dressed and nice lookin'."
The brunette glared at her family and stormed upstairs to her bedroom, slamming the door shut, throwing herself onto her big canopy bed.
"Fuck that guy!" She screamed into her pilllow. She laid there for awhile, swallowed by anger. This wasn't the old days, they didn't really do arranged marriages anymore. She just wanted to go through school, wanted to become a writer...
She dressed herself and stomped downstairs and sat at the table, pouring herself a glass of her father's scotch, throwing it down her throat in anger. "Damn squirt..." Her brother snorted, sitting next to her. "I'll make this asshole not want you." He grinned, kissing her head conspiratorially.
"I can't believe they sold me...and to some guy I haven't even met...This fuckin' blows."
