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"  i did what was necessary.  ”  (Lucille from Rick)

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The war was over, or so people thought after Rick slit Negan's throat. But a new bag of conflicts was about to be opened, because for some reason that not even Lucille —who'd spent years before the turn bending over backwards to justify his behavior— could understand, Negan was spared.

She didn't see Rick again until everyone settled back in their respective communities, and she hadn't been planning to almost walk into him, but she'd gone into the main house and there he was, staring down at his own bloodied knife with a thousand miles look in his eyes. Lucille stopped at the doorway, and it wasn't until Rick looked up that she realized she'd been frozen there.

Lucille turned on her heel. "I'll let you be–"

"Wait." just that word was enough to stop her and have her turning around to face him again. "Stay, please."

Taking in a deep breath, she walked over to where Rick was, sitting by his side but keeping a slight distance between the two of them. He watched her sit, then looked back down at the knife, silence settling between them.

"I honestly thought I'd be the last person you wanted to see."

"Why did you think that?" Rick questioned.

"Oh, you know..." Lucille trailed off, scratching at the spot on her ring finger where there'd once been a wedding ring, it hadn't been long ago that she'd gotten rid of it.

Lucille stared at the knife, unable to tear her gaze from it as the blood– Negan's blood, dried on the blade. Had Rick been holding onto it since that day? It wasn't until Rick held it out of sight that she was able to look away from it, feeling disgusted with herself for feeling any kind of sympathy for the bastard that had once been her husband. He didn't deserve anyone's mercy back before the dead walked, and he definitely didn't deserve it now.

Rick's shoulders slumped as he sighed. "I did what was necessary." something told Lucille that he'd said that same sentence many times since the fight. "I don't expect people to agree."

"I don't," Lucille admitted, because it would be stupid to pretend she did. "I've known him for longer than you have, and I've seriously considered killing him for less than what he's done to you guys, and that was before the world went to hell." it was the first time she told someone about that, it felt liberating to do so. "I don't understand why you let him live, but I also don't understand what you're going through. If your boy thought this was the right thing to do and you trust him, then... fuck it, Negan lives. People're gonna have to deal with it."

Rick looked up, stared at her for a long minute that made Lucille start thinking back on all she'd said to find what she'd said wrong, and then he laughed, and she was left watching in confusion as he put the knife back in its sheath and shook his head.

"You thought about killing your husband?" he asked, eyes crinkling in amusement.

"Oh, yeah," Lucille was quick to say, realizing that she must have said something right to somehow having made him smile. "See, I owned a gun before all this, a wedding gift from my pa– in case you needed any confirmation my folks didn't like Negan either." Rick snorted and Lucille grinned. "So, when I found out he was cheating on me, I waited for him to come back home, gun in hand, and I chickened out last minute."

"Damn."

"Yeah," Lucille sighed, scooting closer to Rick and nudging him. "So don't feel too special, I spared that asshole before you did."

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NSFW Alphabet for Lucille - D, K, P, U and W

NSFW ALPHABET

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If she's doing the horizontal tango with someone who she really loves and trusts and who she's talked her boundaries with, Lucille doesn't mind them calling her a bitch. Anyone else who does is gonna be leaving without some teeth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the partner. But her personal favorite is slow and rough, she likes to take her time but also wants to ensure she and her partner are leaving the bedroom with reminders of what they did.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Teasing, roleplay, handcuffs, creampie, face sitting (giving), hair pulling (giving), scratching, sneaky sex, cursing, dirty talk, leather.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She really likes to tease. She's not even subtle about it, she'll walk up to her partner and flash them when she knows they're too busy with something else to do anything about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lucille doesn't like having her hair pulled or touched during sex because after everything she went through she has the feeling that it grew back weaker and she'd die from embarrassment if while doing the do her partner pulled at it and ended up with a handful of hair.

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‘You want a what?’ (Rick x Lucille)

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"I fuckin' know, right?" Lucille sighed. As shocked by her own words as Rick seemed to be. "I caught myself off guard."

Her glance went over to the baby monitor, where Judith was moving around in her sleep, having turned on her belly and seemingly trying to crawl. She'd freaked out the first time she'd seen her do that, her only knowledge of babies being the "don't let them turn in their sleep" scary stories that everyone without kids seemed to have drilled in their brains, until Carl and Rick had convinced her Judith was fine. Now she thought it was adorable.

She looked back to Rick. "I've never wanted a baby before," Lucille confessed. "I mean, I wanted kids. Negan didn't. So I guess I just convinced myself that I wouldn't be able to handle a baby anyway. The terrible twos and all that shit. I've always gotten along better with teenagers anyway so it wasn't somethin' I dwelled on. But Judith is... she's fuckin' amazing, I love her, even when she's being a– well, a baby."

Usually when she talked about something this much to someone else, it was to talk herself out of it. But Lucille felt like she was just digging herself a deeper hole. She didn't mind; however, the little smile on Rick's face wouldn't have helped convince her of not wanting a baby anyway.

"I don't know if that smile means you agree or you're about to make fun of me."

Now Rick looked a little hurt. "When have I made fun of you?"

"Hey, I used to be married a man-child," she pointed out, lifting her hands. "Be patient with me."

"I think it's sweet– what you're saying, I mean."

"Not Negan?"

"Definitely not Negan," he snorted.

Rick leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Lucille's lips that she leaned into. A tension she didn't know she'd been carrying abandoned her shoulders.

"Maybe when Judith is a little older and doesn't need her crib anymore."

Lucille hummed. "That sounds good to me." a mischievous grin pulled at her lips. "But that doesn't mean we can't start practicin' how we're gonna make the baby now, before the kids wake up, does it?"

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Lucille - B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite? E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like? K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?  X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names? Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

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B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

She's more of a chocolates gal than a flowers gal but she'll accept them if someone gifts them to her, unless they're roses, Lucille hates roses, both because of the smell and because Negan would bring her roses whenever he did something he knew would make her mad.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Lucille is more of a shoulder or hand squeezes and kisses than a hugs person, but she does enjoy them if they come from someone she loves and trusts. When she initiates a hug it tends to be because whoever is getting hugged by her is in need of comfort or they worried her sick, so she squeezes the soul out of them.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Lucille is a very good kisses. She loves kissing, it's romantic, it's sexy, what's there not to love about kissing. Whenever she kisses someone, she makes sure that kiss communicates what she's feeling.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

She uses them a lot but depending on each it means something different from her. "Sweetheart" tends to be condescending, "sugar" is for platonic affection, especially towards children, and "darling" for her significant other. But she'll also use nicknames that are specific for each person, like "cowboy" for Carl, "angel" for Judith.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Depends on the person. Her loved ones will always be stood up for. When it comes to strangers, Lucille has a soft spot for kids, she will get protective of them if there isn’t a familiar there to care for them. She also despises those that prey on the vulnerable and weak, and will stand up for those that can’t stand up for themselves.

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(from betaofthedead. for lucille) G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right? // I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say? // Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

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@betaofthedead

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Lucille only ever gives gifts to those that she cares about and when she cares about someone she makes sure to know what they like and need, and so she tends to be very good at gift-giving. Still, she struggles sometimes because no gift is good enough for her significant other.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

It's quite difficult for Lucille to say I love you. Last two she said said it to were her husband and best friend, who cheated on her and fucked her husband respectively, so it's come to a point where she'd rather show than say it, at least if she doesn't say it out loud it's not so humiliating if the person turns out to not love her as much as she loves them.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Depends on the person. Her loved ones will always be stood up for. When it comes to strangers, Lucille has a soft spot for kids, she will get protective of them if there isn't a familiar there to care for them. She also despises those that prey on the vulnerable and weak, and will stand up for those that can't stand up for themselves.

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(from betaofthedead. for lucille.)

Beta noticed Lucille struggling to reach the board at the top of the window. Earler they had decided the saloon would be better with some light in it, so here they were, taking the boards down. He shifted over to where she was, looming from behind. His hands reached up, hands curling around the board that had been nailed sturdy into the wall. Any averge person would need a hammer and at least two or three people to pull the thing free, but with a slight tug and then another, he pulled the board off effortlessly. He huffed and looked down at Lucille, still standing close behind her, "Ask next the time you cannot reach something."

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@betaofthedead

Lucille was mentally cursing herself for being the one to point out that this place could definitely use more light now that they actually had to get down to business and make it happen. She had almost finished with the window, but the last board at the very top was just too fucking high for her to reach, still she tried, barely managing to graze it with her fingers as she muttered a trail of curses under her breath. She was able to touch it with the hammer, but not in any way that allowed her to remove it.

Whether because she'd been too focused on cussing out that stupid piece of wood and whoever put it there, or because Beta was actually stealthier than his size let on, she didn't notice that her gotten so close until his arms appeared in her view.

She startled, her back bumping against his torso as she moved back, looking up to find him focused on the board, which he was able to remove not only with his bare fucking hands, but with minimal effort. It took her a moment to swallow back the not that had so comfortably settled in her throat, keeping words from coming out, and when they did, they didn't sound the way she meant then to.

"Fuck me," she huffed, brows furrowing and cheeks turning a dusty pink shade as she turned to face him and push both her hands against his torso. "You could've done that the whole time and you were just lettin' me make a fuckin' fool of myself?! Fuck you!"

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🌻- Lucille & Rick.

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AU where Lucille was temporarily stationed with CRM as a sort of show of trust between the CRM and the Commonwealth by exchanging medical for a bit, and she helps Rick escape the CRM and get back to his family.

No Apocalypse AU where they meet because she's Carl's new history teacher but also Rick has been called to her house over verbal domestic disputes in the past enough times in the short time she and Negan lived in Georgia together before divorcing that he recognizes her.

Any AU where they meet in earlier seasons, I'm a sucker for those.

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(from betaofthedead. adoration meme, for lucille)

Once more they were passing a bottle mindlessly, perhaps that was what called for such a strange change of subject. When he realized it was empty, he rolled the bottle aside grunting. “I only indulge you because I am curious of your recklessness.” Had he a true sense of humor past morbid pecks at insecurities, then that statement would be. He huffed a subtle chuckle at the gaze cast his way.

“You are persistent,” he began, “not so easily deterred from your.. ideas.” Although his husky voice is almost scolding, an admiring gleam in his eye told another story.

What’s the one thing your muse adores about mine?

@betaofthedead

Lucille was starting to think that perhaps she'd drank more than she should have because suddenly the giant beside her's words were catching her off guard, and that wasn't something that happened often, mostly because Beta didn't speak often and when he did it tended to be cryptic. She'd gotten used to expecting cryptic shit from him. Not this.

"Well, fuck," she chuckled, it quickly turned into a hum. "Either I'm drunker than I thought it you're complimentin' me."

She leaned to the side, bumping her arm against his as a grin pulled at her lips. Lucille took the bottle from him once again, taking a sip before pretending to study the bottle.

"Perhaps it's the booze making you a softy. I'll keep that in mind," she teased. "There's this one person at the commonwealth that makes some amazing chocolate liquor. Strong as it's sweet, I might just bring you a bottle next time just to see what else I can get outta you."