Pairing: Dark!Rick Grimes x !Neighbour! Reader
Summary: After confronting your stalker backfired, you decided to avoid him completely. Of course, that never worksâhe always finds a way to be near you. After all, you're his greatest obsession.
Warnings: Age Gap, Humiliation, Mind Games, Stalking, Swearing, Non Con, Somnophilia, Smut, Oral Recieving (F.), Fingering, Manipulation, Obsessive Behaviour, Corruption, Rick being creepy again
You had confronted him, hadnât you? Told him to back off, demanded answers, and tried to make it clear that his constant presence was unwelcome.
But Rick simply didnât care. In fact, he almost seemed relieved that his obsession with you was no longer a secret. He started to enjoy itâthe way youâd flinch when his gaze locked onto yours, the way your angelic eyes widened in fear when you made eye contact. The way your breathing grew shallow when you noticed him standing just behind you.
It was unsettling, the way he took pleasure in your discomfort. He wasnât even trying to hide it anymore, and that made it all the more chilling. He didnât care if you were uncomfortable. In fact, it seemed like it was exactly what he wantedâto watch you squirm.
Of course, you had thought about going to someoneâanyoneâbut who? Daryl? Heâd never question Rickâs intentions, not after everything theyâd been through. Aaron? Maybe, but you werenât sure heâd understand either. Besides, they all trusted Rick, and once they knew you were accusing him of something, they might not look at you the same way again.
And even if you did speak up, who would believe you? Rick was Rick Grimes, the man who had led them through hell and back. You were just another survivor, a small part of the larger picture. If you told anyone about the way heâd been watching you, youâd be seen as paranoid. The leader wouldnât be the one scrutinized; you would be.
So, you did what seemed the most logical thing to youâyou avoided him.
But the world doesnât always cooperate with plans to avoid trouble, especially when life in Alexandria has a way of pushing people together.
That evening, you received the invitation with the rest of the groupâa community tradition, a monthly grill fest where everyone gathered to unwind, share food, and pretend for a few hours that the world outside didnât exist. You had attended these events before, but now the idea of being in the same space as Rick made your stomach twist into knots.
You werenât going to attend. You wanted nothing more than to back out. But youâd just been on a supply run that morning, and you couldnât come up with another excuse without raising suspicions. People had already noticed the way youâd been avoiding Rick, pulling away at every opportunity. If you skipped out on the grill fest now, someone might ask why, and you couldnât risk drawing more attention to yourself.
So, you went to the celebration. This time, it was being held at Martha and Benâs house. The couple were good friends of yours, and youâd arrived in Alexandria together. They had welcomed you both with open arms when you first joined the community, and their friendship had been one of the few things that made the transition easier. There had been nights spent at their house, swapping stories about the old world and laughing like things would never change. Martha and Ben were a steady presence in a world that felt anything but, and right now, you needed that steadiness more than ever.
As you stepped into their home, the familiar warmth washed over youâthe smell of grilled food and the sound of light chatter in the background. The atmosphere was relaxed, people scattered around the room, laughing, enjoying the rare peace that had become more precious than ever. But as you walked further in, your eyes immediately found him. Rick. He stood near the kitchen, talking with a few others, but as soon as he noticed you, his eyes locked onto yours. The intensity of his gaze made your stomach drop.
You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the unsettling pull in your chest. It was impossible not to notice how his expression shifted, that familiar look of satisfaction settling on his face. He didnât even try to hide it. You knew he wasnât just watching you out of casual curiosityâhe was watching you like a hunter watches its prey.
âHey, there you are,â Martha said, her voice bringing you back to the present. She smiled warmly, pulling you into a hug. âGlad you could make it. Everythingâs been great so far. The foodâs almost ready, but come on, have a seat.â
You gave her a tight smile and nodded, feeling the tightness in your chest grow with every step you took. You tried to breathe deeply to calm yourself, but you couldn't shake the feeling that Rick's eyes were glued to you, following your every move.
Just as you were about to take a seat, Rick walked over, his heavy footsteps cutting through the room. Before you could react, he was standing right in front of you. His gaze flickered briefly to Martha and Ben before locking back onto you. The smile he wore was almost too calm, too controlled.
âMind if I talk to you for a minute, Y/n?â he asked, his voice low, but loud enough to be heard by everyone. It wasnât a question, not really.
Martha and Ben exchanged a quick glance, but neither of them seemed to notice the tension between you and Rick. They smiled politely, unaware of the storm brewing between you two.
âOh, sure,â Martha said with a casual wave. âWeâll grab drinks. You two catch up.â
You barely heard them as they moved away, leaving you alone with Rick. The last thing you wanted was to be alone with him, to have him corner you in front of everyone. You could feel the heat of his stare, that unsettling satisfaction in his eyes as if he was savoring every moment of discomfort he was putting you through.
âRick, Iââ You started, trying to find the words to shut him down before this went any further.
But he didnât let you finish. âI know youâre scared of me,â he said, his voice softer now, almost like a confession. âBut I want you to understand, Iâm not going anywhere, sweetheart. You canât avoid me forever.â
Your heart began to race, a mix of fear and frustration bubbling up inside you. âThis is not the time, Rick,â you said through clenched teeth, trying to keep your voice steady. âNot here, not now.â
He smiled, almost too knowingly, and for a moment, you wondered if anyone could see through his mask. âOh angel, I think itâs exactly the right time,â he said. âBut donât worry, weâll get to that later.â
His words sent a chill through you, the way he spoke themâso confident, so certainâlike he already knew what would happen next. You could feel his presence pressing against you, daring you to react, daring you to show just how much you wanted to escape.
Before you could respond, Ben called from across the room, pulling Rickâs attention away for just a second. âHey, Rick! You want a drink?â
Rick looked over, nodding briefly, but his eyes never left you. âIâll be right back,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the last part just for you.
You managed to keep yourself together for the rest of the night, focusing on the conversations around you and the warmth of the community. There were moments when you genuinely found yourself laughing, talking with people you hadnât seen in a while, and for a brief moment, you almost felt normal again. When the evening finally came to a close, Spencer walked you home, offering light conversation to ease the quiet of the night. His company, as always, was comforting.
As you reached your house, you thanked him for walking you back and exchanged a few final words before heading inside. The quiet of your home wrapped around you like a soft blanket, providing a sense of peace, though it didn't quite erase the tension you carried.
It took longer than usual to settle down. Your mind raced through the events of the evening, the faces, the conversations, and everything in between. It felt like your body wanted to keep moving, but the weight of the day gradually began to take over. Eventually, exhaustion won, and sleep found you.
Now, the moment had finally come. Rick was already lurking in the shadows of your house when you arrived with Spencer, but Spencer had long since disappeared, leaving you deeply asleep. Rickâs hatred for Spencer was evidentâhe loathed him, every fiber of his being burning with contempt. But beneath that anger, there was something else. It was clear how much he wanted you, his eyes practically igniting with desire. Spencer, in Rickâs eyes, was like a dogâdesperate and fucking pathetic, constantly chasing after you for a scrap of attention. He was like a little boy, fumbling, eager, but completely incapable of giving you what you needed. His pursuit was clumsy and unrefined, a never-ending attempt to win affection in a way that was meaningless. That bastard was the dog begging for scraps, while Rick was the predator, knowing exactly what you wanted, and biding his time to claim what he felt was rightfully his.
The tension in the room hung heavy and for a moment, he just stood above you, watching his angel peacefully rest. He found you so gorgeous, it was almost maddening. The way you slept so innocently, unaware of the chaos simmering just a breath away from you, only fueled his obsession. His heart raced as his gaze lingered on you.
He thought back to the previous evening at the celebration.
You had looked so incredibly ravishing in that sundress, with itâs little slit on the side that revealed your long, tanned legs. He wanted nothing more than to get on his knees in front of you and kiss his way up them to lap at your fucking cunt.
You were his goddess, and he was the desperate man, praying to you every day and night, completely at your mercy. How could you be so oblivious, so unaware of the hold you had on him? Every part of him ached for you, yet it seemed like you remained untouched by the intensity of his feelings.
Your sleeping form stirred slightly, and the blanket that had been draped over you slid down. Rick noticed it then, and he couldnât believe his eyes.
His naughty angel wasnât wearing any panties. From his spot in front of your bed, the older man had a perfect view of your, now exposed, lush cunt. "Oh Y/n, what a perfect little slut you are...practically begging to wake up with my dick stuffed inside of that pretty pussy.â, he darkly chuckled, even though you wouldnât hear him.
You had only worn a oversized shirt to bed. And in this instant the man wanted to rip it from your body to leave you completely bare for him.
He just had to have you now, it couldnât wait for another time. His cock was already rock hard and straining against his jeans. It was beginning to get uncomfortable and he had to do something about it.
Slowly, to not risk waking you, Rick removed the blanket completely.
Gently, he slid his index finger against the curve of your leg and observed as a layer of goosebumps formed there.
You were utterly captivating, and even in your slumber, he couldnât stop himself from fixating on every detail of you, consumed by a craving he knew he couldnât shake.
Then Rick spread your legs further apart, so that he could settle in between them.
He was amazed at the softness of your skin and it made him want to bite into the creamy texture and mark it.
Now he was face-to-face with your already glistening lips. My god, where you always this wet?
The man pushed your shirt up and looked down at your sleeping form. That soft, flat, beautiful bellyâŠhe wanted to pump you full with his seed and watch it grow as you had no choice but to give him babies. The thought of you, knocked up and unable to think of anything but him, made him even harder. Never in his life had Rick ever been this desperate for a woman.
He started trailing hot, wet kisses from your lower abdomen, to your left hipbone and then over to your right one.
The man took his time, knowing that you werenât going anywhere. Slowly, he started getting closer and closer to your center. He took in your smell, it was captivating. Musky-sweet, just completely mouth watering. Rick felt like a starved man now, you were the oasis in the middle of the desert and only you could save him from dying. He pulled apart your pussy lips, hungrily eyed your swollen clit and gave it a kiss. He started licking up and down along your slit, trying to collect all the juice that was suddenly gushing out of your needy hole. You tasted exquisite, even better than he had expected in his wettest dreams. Rick moved to your pearl now, taking it between his teeth, lightly pulling on it. You stirred and a small noise escaped your now open mouth. It was almost like a moan. Rick stilled and waited for the right moment to continue his feast. Slowly he started lapping at you again, entering you with his tongue. He became more aggressive with it, not being able to hold back anymore, when he heard another moan coming from you.
Now it was clear, you were a fucking horny slut and very clearly enjoying this. Rick didnât care anymore, he wanted you to see who was responsible for making you feel this good. He continued to tongue at your sensitive cunt and almost buried his face in it, the little whimpers coming out of the woman beneath him only encouraging him more and more.
Then he heard it, your angelic, soft voice,"R-Rick?â, you sounded sleepy, not entirely comprehending what was going on. "What are youâŠughhh..doing?â
He chuckled huskily, "Shh Baby, just relax and let it happen. Be still for me now.â
You tried to scoot away, but the man gave your cunt a sharp stinging slap and immediately gripped your thighs, making you unable to move. His touch was hard now and his hands would surely leave marks, that would last for the entire week. You were scared, but that was always how you felt whenever Rick Grimes was close.
You felt another sensation that you couldnât quite place, almost like you were actually enjoying this here. But noâŠthat couldnât be right. This man was clearly deranged and sick in the head. You despised him. You shouldnât and couldnât like what he was doing to you right now. "P-Please, let me go.â, you pleaded with him, almost whimpering. A tear escaped from your eye and he stopped licking your pussy, instead using his fingers to rub you. He got closer to your face while still using his hand on you as he slowly licked the tears from your cheeks. He got even closer, his hot breath on your neck now, "Crying wonât save you, little Angel. Sâonly turns me on more.â, he whispered.
Then, Rick started pushing two of his long, thick digits inside of your pussy. "Fuuuck Y/n, you are dripping for me.â, he gushed. You couldnât deny it, it felt so good and so different from the sensation of your much smaller fingers. A part of you felt disgusted by the way you were enjoying this but you felt so close now. "I-I hate you, Rick!â, you spat, not willing to admit out loud, that you did not want him to stop pleasing you. "You sure do, Baby. But what if I love, how much you hate me.â, he said with a laugh,"Tell me to stop and I will.â
But you didnât. It was too late already.
You let him abuse your tight hole, now using three fingers on you while rubbing your clit with his other hand. He thrusted in and out of you, relentlessly. And then you came, hard.
It felt like nothing youâve ever felt before and your whole body was shaking uncontrollably. For a second you just lay there, feeling like someone had just pulled the plug.
Before you had a chance to completely calm down from the high, Rick instructed,âOpen your mouth.â He stuck his thick fingers, still covered in your release, inside your awaiting mouth. He pushed them in so deep, that you started to gag on them, almost choking. Then you started sucking eagerly, making obscene, lewd slurping noises. "Oh, you are going to be the death of me, my sweet little baby.â, Rick groaned huskily.
Slowly, the man took your jaw into his hand and turned your face back to his. He just stared into your eyes for a moment, gradually your lips moved towards another and then they met. His were still a bit wet from what had happened just minutes ago. You expected the kiss to be messy and wild, fuelled by hatred or you both trying to fight for dominance. But it was surprisingly soft. Rick kissed you with such care, handling you like you were made of glass, a stark contrast to his usual roughness.
It left you wondering if he felt guilty about what had just unfolded between the two of you. You were much younger than him and still so inexperienced.
What you didnât know is that those traits were what had pulled Rick into a trance, you were a small doll, easy to break.
And he was not done until he had shattered you completely.
I just finished reading Haunting Adeline, and with the series focusing on Zade Meadows, I couldn't help but notice the lack of dark Rick fanfics out there. So, I decided to share mine! I hope you all enjoy it. Have a great weekend!
