#thegreatestcalamity

[usefulspinster]

thegreatestcalamity replied to your post “Okay, I've been around for like almost 5 years in this here fandom and...”

Still kind of salty lannistarth never took off lol

I thought that one was fun

[shipperwolf1]

I did write Carick smut once upon a time!

How ‘bout that.

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Super late Carick shower birthday present for peletiersong (I totally get a pass because we weren’t even talking then xo)

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thegreatestcalamity replied to your post “What is your favorite gif set of the walking dead?”

I love that too! ricky-grimes is bae.

hear that ricky-grimes? you are bae (i must agree, K is very much bae)

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Carick 5

[are you drunk was the prompt, i remember because i wrote it down]

“Lookwhat I found.” Rick said as he came into Carol's bedroom, lookingat the woman with a proud grin on his face.

Carollooked up at Rick and set her book down on her stomach, sitting up ashe came towards her. “Is that wine?” She asked, reaching her handout for the bottle.

“Itis.” Rick said, handing the bottle over while he crawled over toher. “Found it in the box that Jessie brought over the first day.”He sat next to her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, exposed by hertank top. “Kept it hidden from everyone else, don't want to letGlenn have it again.” He said, remembering the time back at the CDCwhere they'd all gotten drunk.

Carolsmiled and opened the wine in her hands and sniffing it. “Oh, itsmells wonderful. This must be the good stuff.” She said, tippingthe bottle towards Rick so he could smell.

“Idon't know anything about wine, but sure. Smells great. And it's allfor us.” He said, pressing another kiss to her shoulder.

Carollet out a soft laugh and lifted the bottle up to her mouth, taking aquick drink from it. “Oh, that's good. It feels like forever sinceI've had a good wine.” She said, handing the bottle over to Rick.“Everything that we've found has been cheap stuff.”

Ricktook a drink of it and he cringed, of course it was a dark red wine.It always left a bitter taste in his mouth, but Carol was right. Ithad been a long time since they had decent alcohol. “Hey, the stuffwe found at the prison was...” He looked at the look at Carol'sface and started to laugh. “Yeah, it was shitty.” He said as hehanded the bottle back over to Carol.

“Andthis is all for us?” She asked before taking another drink from thebottle.

“Allfor us. Well, I'd forgotten about it for a while but I found it a fewdays ago while I was looking for Juno.” He said, referring to theteddy bear that Judith was obsessed with. Carl had named it, Judithstill too young to talk.

Carolturned to look at him, grasping Rick's chin and tugging his mouthtowards her. She pressed her lips against his briefly, tugging on thesmall strands of facial hair he'd grown back. Rick grunted at theaction and pulled away from her. “Drink up, Ricky.” She teased,adding over the bottle.

Rickgrinned at the nickname and leaned back against Carol's headboard,glancing at her as he took the bottle and took a swig from it. “So,what're you reading?” He asked, nodding towards the book sitting onthe bed.

Carollifted her hand up to pick up the book she was reading. “Lordof the Flies.” She said,handing the book over to Rick. It was worn down from years in theapocalypse, but it was still readable.

“Iloved this book in high school.” Rick said before he took anotherdrink from the bottle of wine.  He returned the bottle to Carol'shands as he flipped through it, looking at the notes Carol had madein the book. “Whoa, holy notes.” He knew Carol's handwritingwell, knew these notes were being made by her. “You should havebeen a teacher.”

Carolsmiled as she pulled the wine bottle away from her mouth. “I wasgoing to be. That's what I went to school to do.” She shared,taking the book from Rick and setting it on her end table.

“Whatchanged?” Rick asked, taking the bottle from her and taking a drinkfrom it. He took a much longer drink this time, able to drink moreeach time he took a drink.

“Ed.We got married while I was in the middle of my schooling, hedidn't... He didn't want me to become a teacher... So I didn't.”She said, turning to look at Rick.

Rickstared at her for a few moments, wishing he had never asked about it.Any time she brought up her husband, Rick couldn't stop but feelanger bubble in his stomach. Carol brought her hand up to his faceand stroked the side of his face, sighing softly.

Rickgrasped her hand and kissed her palm, wrapping his arm around her andtaking another drink from it. “Lets not talk about Ed tonight,hmm?” Carol murmured, leaning forward to kiss him.

“Letsnot talk about that asshole ever.” He murmured, setting the bottleof wine on top of his leg as he wrapped one arm around Carol.

Theylied together, passing the bottle of alcohol between the two of themuntil it was gone.

“Areyou drunk?” Rick asked once Carol and him had finished the bottle.He turned, intending on putting the bottle on the end table, butinstead dropping the bottle on the floor. Rick laughed, probably abit too loud.

Carolturned her head towards Rick and giggled softly, burying her head inhis shoulder. “Honey, I've been drunk like... A while ago.” Shesaid.

“We'regonna regret this in the morning, aren't we?” Rick asked, slumpingback against the headboard, wrapping his arms around Carol again.Carol snuggled up to Rick and laughed softly.

Carolnodded and rest her head on top of his chest, not trusting herself tomove any further. It had been a long time, she knew that there was achance she'd throw up or fall over if she stood up. “Oh, we're sogoing to regret it in the morning, but it was worth it. I feel good.”

Ricksmiled drunkenly, stroking her shoulder with his thumb. “Hmm, metoo. Best I've felt in a long time.”

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15 + carick (& maybe 1 + this gay punk carol/andrea from your updates tab)

please forgive me (quotes you recognize are not mine) (i just did the carick one since it was the one that gave me inspiration) also warning: death. there is a death warning. character death warning even. do not read if you can’t handle character death. was that enough warning for the character death?

“TheGovernor’s here.” Maggie said to Rick, stepping between him andDaryl just as it seemed that Daryl was going to knock Rick out. Shefigured it was about Carol being banished, but she wasn’t going toget in the middle of that. Besides, they had more important thingsnow. “He has a tank… And Carol.”

Daryllooked at Rick and scowled, his face inches away from Rick’s.“Somethin’ happens to ‘er. It’s on you.” He growled beforepushing passed Rick.

Ricklooked to Maggie and turned away from her, following Rick outside ofthe prison. Once he was close enough to see The Governor, with Carolon her knees in front of him.

“Rick!How nice of you to join us. Why don’t you come on down here and havea chat?” The Governor’s voice was mocking, teasing. Taunting.

“Idon’t make decisions anymore. There’s a council, they makedecisions.” The irony of Rick pulling up the council now was thatCarol herself was on the council and he’d banished her without theirconsent. But she’d killed two people without the council’s consent.He had originally thought he had done what was done, but now hewasn’t so sure. The Governor had found her, how right of a decisioncould it have been?

“Todayit’s just you and me and you’re making decisions.” The Governordidn’t budge. Rick felt his gun in his back, just in case. He glancedat the people he called family, giving them a nod before walking downto the gate.

“Whateveryou want…It’s not my call anymore.” Rick said to the Governor,shaking his head desperately.

“Wasyour call to kick her out.” The Governor nodded to Carol, bringinghis hand up to touch the womans head. Rick looked at her desperately,he was just trying to protect Carol. Protect everyone. “What didshe do to deserve that?”

Rickglanced at Carol and then back at the Governor. “That’s notimportant.” He said, glancing back at everyone behind him. “There’senough room here, we can… You can have part of it. We’ll stay onour side, you stay on yours. No one has to die tonight.”

“Giveus what we want and no one does.” Another voice said. It was theman sitting inside of the top of the tank.

“Isthat what any of you want? Is this what any of you want?”

Theman in the tank spoke again. “What we want is what you have.”

“Look,I’ve fought him before. And after, we took in his old friends.They’ve become leaders in what we have here. Now you put down yourweapons, walk through those gates… you’re one of us. We let go ofall of it, and nobody dies. Everyone who’s alive right now.Everyone’s who’s made it this far. We’ve all done the worst kinds ofthings just to stay alive. But we can still come back. We’re not toofar gone. We get to come back. I know… we all can change.“

Rickwas getting desperate, he knew that. While he had hoped that thespeech would be enough to convince the Governor, he (and theGovernor) both knew that there was no way the Governor was going tolive in this prison.

Rickglanced at the woman he had banished and tightened his fingers aroundthe gate. This was his fault. She nodded at him, trying to let himknow that it was okay. That she forgave him. Rick leaned his headagainst the gate, there was nothing he could say. There was no wayout of this.

“Liar.”The Governor whispered and reached around his back and pulled out hispistol, making a point of cocking the gun and holding it to the backof Carol’s head. Rick pulled out his colt and aimed it towards theGovernor, cocking it and trying to aim through the sudden tears thatformed in his eyes.

“No..No.. NO!” Rick screamed as The Governor’s gun went off and Carolfell to the ground.

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hi friend. i'm just here to tell you that if you want to talk about things i will listen. also, i'm writing a really long fic myself and i've been through a lot of emotional shit lately and i've found that destroying the characters lives and getting everything out in angst helps a lot but writing stupid wonderful fluff helps a lot as well. maybe ed and lori are both out of the picture and carol and rick are going to a pta meeting

“Youever been to one of these before?” Rick asked a woman who lookedcompletely out of place and lost. Rick hated PTA meetings but eversince the passing of his wife, he had to become more involved in hissons schooling, and that included these meetings.

Thewoman, short light gray hair and bright blue eyes that immediatelybore into Rick’s, turned to look at him and let out a light laugh.“Oh, no. Never.” She said, holding the cup of coffee in herhands. “I just moved to the district with my daughter and I thoughtthat since she’s new, it would be good if I showed up here.”

Ricknodded, he understood that. “Well, they’re not too… Exciting.Unless you’re into this stuff.”

“No,no. Definitely not.” The woman turned to him and flashed anothercarefree smile. “I’m Carol.”

Ricksmiled at him and held his hand out to her, shaking it when sheaccepted his hand. “I’m Rick.” He noticed when they shook handsthat she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring either. He hadn’t removed hiswedding ring completely, just moved it to another finger. He didn’twant to take it off.

“It’snice to meet you. Nice to see a friendly face at one of thesethings.” Carol said, looking around the place. Most of the womenthere were too involved with the school to even notice if someone wastalking to them.

“Yeah,I just show up to these things so people will stop asking when I’llshow up. Normally bring a book.” Rick said, reaching around to hisback pocket to pull out a book. The Road byCormac McCarthy, which was his favorite.

Carolleaned forward to look at the book, a smile forming on her face. “Ohmy God, I love this book.”

“It’smy favorite.” Rick said, watching as Carol took it from him andflipped through the book, admiring the notes that he made in thebook.

“It’sone of mine too.” Carol said, shutting the book and handing it backover to him. “I’m a total sucker for post apocalyptic things.Movies, books, whatever.”

“Myson and I spend whole weekends having movie marathons about it.”Rick shared.

“Iwish I could get my daughter to watch anything post apocalyptic. Myhus…” Carol trailed off. “My late husband was obsessed with …Survival stuff. Made her afraid of it.” There was something in theway Carol spoke that told Rick there was more to the story, but hedidn’t feel that he had the right to talk about it.

Rickreached behind his back to slip the book back in his pocket andturned to Carol, waiting a few moments before speaking. “Hey, youwanna.. Get out of here? Go get a coffee and talk more about postapocalyptic things?”

Carollooked up at him and a smile formed on her face, sitting and talkingwith this man about post apocalyptic movies and books sounded waybetter than sitting around listening to a PTA meeting. She glancedaround for a second before turning around to look at him. “Yeah,yeah. I’d love that.”

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"Who did this to you." Carol and Rick

Ricklifted his head off his pillow when he heard the frantic knocking onhis door, letting out a soft groan. He'd fallen asleep on his couchwhile studying for an exam he had coming up at the police academy,book on his stomach, TV blaring, and all his lights still on. Hegroaned as the knocking continued and he sat up, moving to put thebook on his coffee table.

“Coming,coming.” Rick called out to the door as he stood to his feet andwalked over to his door. He reached his hand up and rubbed the backof his neck as he walked over to his front door. Rick yawned beforehe opened the door, stopping mid yawn as he saw a face he hadn't seenin a long time – a barely recognizable face. “Carol?”

Standingin front of him was his childhood friend, Carol Wilson. The last timehe had seen Carol was several years ago when they graduated highschool and she went off to college at Kentucky State. They kept intouch for a year after she had left, but suddenly all communicationfrom her had stopped.

Atleast he assumed it was Carol, he could barely tell. Her left eye wasswollen shut, there was a cut above her eyebrow, dried blood wasunder her nose, and her lip was swollen and cut. Her once long curlyhair had been buzzed off, recently by the look of it. She was farfrom the vibrant girl he once knew.

“Hi,Rick.” Carol said, looking up at Rick. Hearing her voice, it wasdefinitely her. Carol's voice trembled as she spoke, looking awayfrom the look of pity on her face. “I didn't have... I didn't haveanywhere else to go.”

“Comein, come in.” Rick urged, reaching an arm out gently to wrap an armaround her shoulder and lead her into his apartment. Rick lookedaround the area outside of his apartment, making sure there was noaround around before he pulled the door shut behind him.

Rickwatched Carol as she walked into his apartment, locking the doorbehind him. “Uh, go sit in my living room, I'll be right back.”Rick said. He went back to his bathroom where his first aid kid was,finding it underneath his sink. He wet a rag with warm water as wellbefore heading back into the living room where Carol had sat on thecouch, looking down at her lap.

Settingthe kit on top of his books, Rick opened it and picked up the rag. Hereached forward and lifted her chin up, making her look up at him ashe started to dab the blood off of her face.

“Whodid this to you?” He asked after most of the blood was gone. Carolstayed silent as Rick cleaned the blood off of her face. “Carol.Who did this to you?”

Carollooked up at Rick and looked away from him. “I got married twoweeks ago. At the courthouse. I thought he was... We got in a fightlast night and he... He snapped. I tried to leave this morningand...” She lifted her hand towards her nose.

Rickstared up at her, feeling an anger bubble in his stomach. He hadn'teven known that Carol was dating, none the less that someone hadactually caused her pain. Willingly and purposely caused he physicalpain. “It's broken.. I'm going to have to set it, unless you wantto go to the hospital.” Carol shook her head, she couldn't go tothe hospital. “This is gonna hurt..” Rick said before quickly andeasily setting it back in place. He had done it enough with Shaneduring their childhood.

Shecried out in pain as he set it back in place, which caused Rick tofeel horrible. “Sit back, sit back.” He said, sitting up on thecouch next to her.

Carolleaned back against Rick's couch as he sat next to her, turning tolook at him once the pain had subsided. “Hey, Rick.” She said.“It's nice to see you.”

Ricksnorted at Carol and wrapped his arms around his childhood friend,stroking the buzzed hair. He wouldn't let this happen to Carol again.