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SKELETONS | ch. 17

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Summary: The group argues heavily over Randall's fate, their humanity and civility hanging in the balance. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; discussion/descriptions of suicide attempt, injuries relating to suicide attempt, child risking their own life, discussion of execution/murder, moral arguments, theft, discussion of civility, humanity, etc

Chapter 17 - Calm

Iris grit her teeth as Maggie explained in a dark voice what Andrea had done. She had spoken to Beth and apparently allowed her to be alone. And in that time, Beth tried to kill herself. She’d broken the bathroom mirror and used the glass shard to slit her wrist open. It wasn’t nearly deep enough to do anything, and the consensus was that Beth now wanted to live, but Andrea still left her there to do it.

She was upset for Maggie, and sad for Andrea. It was a difficult way of thinking to get in the habit of. It was painful and hard. Most of them tried hard to live in fight or flight, the adrenaline eating at them day by day. Then there were the others, who felt every bit of pain of the world.

Iris knew how many people ‘opted out’ when the world went to shit. Her father among them. It was easier for them, and she wanted to respect their decision. Some people weren’t built for the constant adrenaline. But when you were stuck between the two, had commitments, had family, it was a million times harder. To decide why you’re living, what you’re living for. Who you’re living for, if not yourself.

It wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have with any of them. For Beth and Maggie, it was between them. For Iris, she wasn’t entirely sure where she fell yet. She knew she wanted to survive, to live. But she wasn’t sure yet what for.

Daryl was in the shed with Randall, scaring the living shit out of him. He had a knife, was beating him bloody and threatening to cut off appendages. Randall knew Maggie, and unless they wanted to kill him, he was a risk to the group. He was feeding Daryl information. Information he wanted to be very, very careful about sharing.

Iris had asked, and he told her everything Randall had said. He was a piece of shit, but he wasn’t Satan. He’d done terrible things, but they had yet to decide what sort of things were worth a human life. Who were they to make that distinction?

“So whatcha gonna do?” Lori asked, pouring herself some coffee from the campfire. “I think we’d all feel better if we knew the plan.”

“Is there a plan?” Andrea asked.

“We gonna keep him here?” Glenn asked. They were all looking to Rick, who’d gotten new clothes from their latest run into town. It was always weird to see white shirts that were really, actually white. Shane stood beside him, his hands on his belt as he waited for Rick to make the decision. He’d been quiet since Rick took him out with Randall, and that almost worried Iris more.

“We’ll know soon enough.” Rick replied, jerking his chin to Daryl, who was coming back to join them once again. His knuckles were covered in blood and Iris raised an eyebrow.

“Boy there’s got a gang. Thirty men. They have heavy artillery and they ain’t looking to make friends.” Daryl explained. “They roll through here, our boys are dead, and our women, they’re gonna wish they were.” Iris grimaced, turning to Rick with her raised eyebrow.

“What did you do?” Carol asked, looking at his bloodied hands.

“We had a little chat.” Daryl snarked.

“No one goes near this guy.” Rick murmured.

“Rick, what are you gonna do?” Lori asked quietly, approaching him directly.

“We have no choice. He’s a threat.” Rick decided. “We have to eliminate the threat.”

“You’re just gonna kill him?” Dale asked, dumbfounded.

“It’s settled. I’ll do it today.” Rick turned around, and Dale chased after him, jaw wide open. They argued for a little in the field, and Iris watched Dale’s frantic gestures. Everyone settled into the morning. It seemed like it would rain today.

“You good?” Iris asked, nodding to Daryl’s knuckles as he sat down with a plate of eggs. He gave a half-shrug.

“Punk told me about how they happened upon a guy in the woods, had a camp with two daughters.” He said lowly. Iris nodded. “He didn’t do it, but he watched ‘em.” Iris sighed deeply, running a hand over her face. “You against it?” Daryl asked, seeming surprised.

“Despite all the knives, I actually dislike the idea of killing people.” Iris stated, trying to make light of the situation, but it wasn’t working. “I don’t know.” Daryl nodded.

“I wouldn’t say ‘yes’ if it wasn’t a danger to the group.” He mumbled. Iris nodded in agreement.

A while later, Daryl was fiddling around his own little campsite behind the old stone building. Iris sat in silence, watching him, enjoying the comfortable quiet. She also watched as Dale came walking across the field toward them, a rifle in hand just in case. Daryl scoffed once he stood up and noticed him.

“The whole point of me coming up here is to get away from you people.” He muttered.

“Well, Iris is here.” Dale retorted. Daryl turned to make eye contact with her and he shrugged.

“She knows when to keep her mouth shut.” He replied. Iris scoffed, toasting her canteen sarcastically before taking a long swig. “Carol send you?”

“Carol’s not the only one that’s concerned about you, your new role in the group.” Dale said softly.

“Oh, man, I don’t need my head shrunk.” Daryl grumbled, adding feathers to the arrows he was making. He was actually very crafty, and Iris enjoyed watching him work, even if it meant she had to ‘keep her mouth shut’.

“He responds better to positive punishment.” Iris suggested as a joke. Daryl scowled, flicking a… pheasant foot… at her.

“You act like you don’t care.” Dale observed.

“Yeah, it’s cause I don’t.” Daryl replied.

“So, live or die, you don’t care what happens to Randall?”

“Nope.”

“If it doesn’t matter, why don’t you stand with me? If it really doesn’t matter, one way or the other?” Dale proposed.

“I didn’t peg you for a desperate son of a bitch.” Daryl mumbled.

“Your opinion makes a difference.” Dale stated.

“Man, ain’t nobody looking at me for nothing.”

“Iris is. Carol is. And I am. Right now. And you obviously have Rick’s ear.”

“Rick just looks to Shane. Let him.”

“You cared about what happened to Sophia.” Dale pleaded. “Cared what it meant to the group. Torturing people? That isn’t you. You’re a decent man. So is Rick. Shane— he’s different.”

“Why’s that? ‘Cause he killed Otis?” Daryl asked. Dale paused, eyes going wide.

“He tell you that?”

“Just some story. How Otis covered him, saved his ass. He shows up with the dead guy’s gun. Rick ain’t stupid. If he didn’t figure that out, it’s because he didn’t wanna.” Daryl turned and walked off, leaving Dale to turn to Iris, a defeated look on his face. Iris looked at him with sympathy, patting the spot on the log next to her.

“Alright?” She asked. He shook his head.

“This is not how it should be.” He mumbled. “We used to be civilized.”

“You think so?” Iris asked, putting her elbows on her knees as she looked at him.

“You don’t?” He asked in return. Iris sucked on a tooth.

“Honestly, Dale. I was raised by a biker gang in a bar because my dad spent his life drunk before kicking his own bucket. I got my first gun at ten years old. Those kinds of people… this is how it always was.” She explained slowly, chewing on each word carefully.

“I’m sorry you had to grow up like that.” He said quietly. Iris shrugged.

“It’s who I am, and I won’t change it. But… I think it’s wrong to expect true… ‘humanity' from everyone, especially if they’ve never experienced it before.” She made air-quotes, looking pointedly in the direction Daryl had gone to emphasize. She paused, turning to the house and the campsite in the distance. “Have you ever killed a person, Dale?”

“No. Have you?”

“Yes.” Iris replied. “I killed my mother, because she tried to kill my brother. Well, my cousin. I was ten. It was the first time I used that gun.” Dale sat back, somewhat appalled. “The point is, sometimes we don’t have a choice. We have to protect the people we love.” He opened his mouth to interject but she held up a hand. "I’m not saying that’s this situation. I don’t know what to do about Randall. But I think it’s naïve to think another situation like this won’t happen. And another. And another. At one point, Dale, you’re not gonna have a choice.”

“I don’t want to live like that. I don’t think we should.” He said, standing in frustration.

“Dale—“

“I’m sorry you didn’t grow up in a better home, Iris. I… I’m sorry for you.”

Iris watched him leave and sighed. He could be as sorry as he wanted. She wasn’t. She always had done what she knew was right. She killed her mother, who had a psychotic break, in self defence. The law said she was right, the jury said she was right, and the judge said she was right. The newspaper called her a local hero. For Felix, she would have done anything, and the world was better off without her mother in it.

It wasn’t about right or wrong, though. It was about playing the odds. What were the odds that if they left Randall alive, that his group would come down on them with the wrath of God? Especially after Daryl tortured him. She was sure that didn’t help. By what percentage did their odds of survival increase if they killed him? Ten? Twenty? Sixty? Would Randall’s death be a significant factor in changing their lives?

Iris witnessed Carol have a brief argument with Lori about something ‘cruel’ Carl said about Sophia. Rick assured them he would speak to Carl about it and he did, but something he said resonated in Carl and she noticed. Don’t talk, think. It wasn’t a bad rule of thumb, but it was important to stand up for what you believe in. Without being cruel to others, however.

Carl’s newfound attitude amused Iris still. Dale continued in his rounds, speaking to everyone to try and convince them to stand against the decision to execute Randall. He left Iris to her own devices, and Iris remained in and around Daryl’s campsite, away from the others. It was peaceful here, and at some point, Carl wandered up, likely bored.

He strode around, looking at Daryl’s string of dead squirrels before his eyes fell onto the motorcycle. Carl grinned as he grabbed the handles, pretending he was revving the engine.

“Careful, cowboy.” Iris warned. Carl jumped sky-high, spinning around to see her leaning against a tree. She smiled, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. She shook her head.

“I did it too. Just don’t let Daryl see.” She replied. He looked up at her and smiled.

“It’s so cool.” He murmured. Iris nodded. “Loud, though.” She hummed, proud yet amused as he was slowly figuring out how the undead world worked. He looked off into the forest before walking right in.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Iris asked, hurriedly following after him.

“I want to practice killing walkers again.” He called, moving quickly through the brush.

“Carl, wait a second!” She called after him. Iris actually had to try to keep up with him. She followed him all the way to the creek, the banks much shallower than where she and Daryl had found Sophia’s doll. There was a walker standing there, ankle deep in the mud, and Carl almost ran up to it.

It spotted him, turning and gnashing his teeth, but it was stuck, unable to pull its feet from the bank. Carl took that as an opportunity to get closer.

“Carl.” Iris warned, jogging up to the bank. He ignored her, tossing a rock at the walker. It snarled in irritation, pulling to reach for him. Carl watched it with interest, and parked himself on a nearby log.

They were there for a couple hours, just sitting and watching the walker. Carl said nothing and neither did she. His interest in walkers… it was dangerous. Concerning. Needed to be set right. Hopefully his parents would figure that out sooner than later. She also hoped that Carl wasn’t under the assumption she would keep this to herself.

“I’m gonna kill it.” He decided, pushing to his feet. Iris watched as he ran around behind the walker. It was still stuck, turning around to claw at Carl with a twisted spine. Carl got closer, taking a deep breath, and pulled out a gun.

Iris scrambled to her feet at the sight of it. That was Daryl’s gun. She didn’t even see the little bastard take it from the motorcycle bag. He pointed it at the wriggling walker, shaking with the weight and struggling as the walker moved around. Carl stepped closer, trying to make it easier, when the walker’s foot finally got loose.

It fell forward, it’s hand knocking the gun from Carl’s hand. Carl gave a shriek of surprise, yelping as he crawled backward away from the walker. Iris leapt over the fallen log, plunging a knife into the walker’s leg just as it grabbed onto Carl’s leg.

She kicked it away and Carl scrambled back, putting a good ten feet in-between him and the dead man. Iris scowled as she grabbed the gun from the ground, following after Carl as he started back to the farm. He didn’t stop until he got to the field before the farm, Iris sprinting after him.

“Christ, kid, what were you thinking?” She yelled, stopping him. He wouldn’t meet her eyes, his lip quivering as he shook. He was scared out of his wits. She tucked the gun into the back of her pants, kneeling down in front of him. “You’re okay, alright? Don’t do something like that again.”

He barely nodded before he turned back to head to the farmhouse, and Iris followed after him. The group was gathering on the deck to finally decide what to do with Randall, and she didn’t want to miss the verdict. She followed as they all trailed into the house, Lori sending Carl off to stay with Jimmy.

Everyone found a spot around the room, Daryl leaning against the open doorframe while Rick stood front and centre. Iris found a seat on the windowsill, the late afternoon sunlight shining a golden glow into the room. A little ironic, she’d say.

“So how do we do this?” Glenn asked, breaking the baited silence. “Do we just take a vote?”

“Does it have to be unanimous?” Andrea asked.

“How about majority rules?” Lori proposed. Iris raised an eyebrow.

“Well, let’s just see where everybody stands.” Rick said, putting his hand out. “Then we can talk through the options.”

“Well, where I sit, there’s only one way to move forward.” Shane started off, leaning himself against the fireplace mantle.

“Killing him, right?” Dale asked. He shook his head. It was clear he was exhausted and defeated, and Iris pitied him. “I mean, why bother to even take a vote? It’s clear which way the wind’s blowing.”

“Well, if people believe we should spare him, I wanna know.” Rick replied firmly.

“Well, I can tell you, it’s a small group— maybe just me and Glenn.” Dale said quietly. Iris looked to Glenn, who sat on the piano stool between Rick and Dale, looking fairly guilty. He looked up at Dale, who seemed pained at the expression on his face.

“Look, I— I think you’re pretty much right about everything, all the time, but this—“

“They’ve got you scared!” Dale argued.

“He’s not one of us.” Glenn replied simply. “And we’ve… we’ve lost too many people already.” Dale clutched his hat in his hands, knuckles turning white. He pointed it to Maggie in question.

“How about you, do you agree with this?”

“Couldn’t we continue keeping him prisoner?” Maggie asked after a moment. She looked down at her father who sat impartial on his sofa.

“Just another mouth to feed.” Daryl replied quietly in answer.

“It may be a lean winter.” Hershel added.

“We could ration better.” Lori argued.

“Well, he could be an asset.” Dale tried.

“How so?” Iris asked.

“Give him a chance to prove himself.” He pleaded.

“Put him to work?” Glenn asked.

“Sounds like a chance to bring his group down on us.” Iris retorted.

“We’re not letting him walk around.” Rick said firmly.

“We could put an escort on him.” Maggie proposed.

“Who wants to volunteer for that duty?” Shane snorted.

“I will.” Dale huffed.

“I don’t think any of us should be walking around with this guy.” Rick stated, shaking his head.

“He’s right. I would’t feel safe unless he was tied up.” Lori agreed.

"We can’t exactly put chains around his ankles, sentence him to hard labour.” Andrea murmured.

“Look, say we let him join us, right? I mean, maybe he’s helpful. Maybe he’s nice. We let our guard down and maybe he runs off, brings back his thirty men, like Iris said.” Shane explained.

“So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime that he may never even attempt?” Dale asked, bewildered. “If we do this, we’re saying there’s no hope. Rule of law is dead, there is no civilization.”

“Oh my god.” Shane grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Could you drive him further out, leave him like you planned?” Hershel suggested.

“That doesn’t guarantee our safety. Or his.” Iris replied, looking at Dale pointedly. He pressed his lips together in a thin line.

“They barely came back this time.” Lori murmured, clutching her hand to her chest as she turned to her husband. “There are walkers, you could break down, you could get lost—“

“Or get ambushed.” Daryl added.

“They’re right, we should not put our own people at risk.” Glenn agreed.

“If you… go through with it, how would you do it?” Patricia asked. “Would he suffer?”

“We could hang him, right? Just snap his neck.” Shane offered.

“I thought about that.” Rick sighed. “Shooting may be more humane.”

“And what about the body? Do we bury—“ T-Dog started.

“Whoa, whoa, hold on! Hold on! You’re talking about this like it’s already decided!” Dale cried.

“We’ve been talking all day. Going around in circles. You just wanna go around in circles again?” Daryl asked, standing straight.

“This is a young man’s life!” Dale yelled. “And it is worth more than a five minute conversation!” He huffed as the room fell silent, all of them turning to him. “Is this what it’s come to? We kill someone because we can’t decide what else to do with him? You saved him! And now look at us. He’s been tortured. He’s gonna be executed. How are we any better than those people we’re so afraid of?” There was a long beat of silence as they considered what he was saying. Iris sighed.

“We all know what needs to be done—“ Shane murmured.

“No, Dale is right.” Rick decided. “We can’t leave any stone unturned here, we have a responsibility—“

“So what’s the other solution?” Andrea asked.

“Let Rick finish.” Lori scolded.

“We haven’t come up with a single viable option yet.” Andrea stated, putting a hand on her hip. “I wish we could—“

“So let’s work on it!” Dale yelled.

“We are.” Rick replied calmly.

“Stop it. Just stop it.” Carol grumbled. “I’m sick of everybody arguing and fighting. I didn’t ask for this. You can’t ask us to decide something like this. Please, decide, either of you, both of you, but leave me out.”

“Not speaking out, or killing him yourself. There’s no difference.” Dale said pointedly with a humourless smile.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Rick huffed. “Anybody who wants the floor before we make the final decision has the chance.” There was a long pause as Maggie and Patricia sat down, the silence deafening. Dale looked around frantically to everyone, hoping someone would say something before stepping toward Rick.

“You once said that we don’t kill the living.” He said.

“Well, that was before the living tried to kill us.”

“But don’t you see? If we do this, the people that we were, the world that we knew is dead.” He spat. “And this new world is ugly, it’s harsh. It’s survival of the fittest. That’s a world I don’t want to live in. And I don’t believe that any of you do. I can’t. Please. Let’s just do what’s right.” He breathed as they waited through another beat of silence. “Isn’t there anybody else who’s gonna stand with me?”

“Dale,” Iris said quietly from her windowsill, “the world has always been ugly, but it’s only going to get uglier. The world you knew is dead. I think all of us would agree that killing this boy is wrong. Fundamentally. But if we don’t play along, we won’t survive. We can all be idealistic and want to live in a better world, but this is the only world we’ve got. And I can’t speak for anyone else here, but regardless of the world around me, I want to live.”

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The Claim Part 3/5 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

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Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Rick finally give into the attraction between you - at least somewhat.

A/N: Ok, the first bit of smut between Rick and the Reader. This is my first time writing smut with Rick so I’m kinda nervous about it and any feedback (even just a like tbh) would be really appreciated!

Warnings: Protective Rick (to the point where he gets angry over your safety), age gap (Rick is 13 years older than you), you are 24 and Rick is 37, A/B/O dynamics, oral sex (female receiving), dry humping, Randall using derogatory language towards reader (I guess? I mean that’s his intention anyway), Reader is female and wears traditionally feminine clothing.

Word Count: 3,485

Dividers by: @newlips + @cafekitsune

Maggie barely waited once you were all back at the farm, dragging you into the house and upstairs to her bedroom. She rounded on you as soon as the door was shut, her expression both disappointed and worried.

“You said you weren’t going to do anything stupid, Y/N!” She exclaimed. “That wasn’t just him comforting you.”

“I know, Maggie, but –”

“He’s married, did you forget that?”

“No, he’s not,” you insisted, finally getting a word in, and causing her to fall silent. “We talked and… Lori’s with Shane now. It’s over between her and Rick.”

Your sister took a moment to register what you’d said before she sat down softly on her bed. Despite being the middle sister, she often acted like the oldest, protective over you and Beth. Maybe it was because she was a beta, while you and Beth were omegas, causing her to want to shield you from any potential danger.

“So… what, exactly?” She asked, far calmer now. “You’re together then?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “We didn’t get around to discussing that. Not really.”

“I’m sorry,” Maggie looked down at her hands. “Just, with Beth and Daddy… they’re both in shock and seeing you two like that, it looked like neither of you cared about what just happened. Like you were just being careless, and I’d have to worry about you too.”

“Wait, what’s going on? What’s wrong with Beth and Dad?”

Her words brought back all of the shock and grief from seeing your stepmother and stepbrother being gunned down. But it also made you worry, because you weren’t the only one hurt by it and you felt guilty for not realising the noticeable absence of your youngest sister and father until now.

“Daddy drove off into town and Beth… it’s like she’s catatonic. Won’t move, won’t respond to anything… like she’s there but isn’t at the same time.”

The revelation sent chills down your spine and your concern just increased.

“Where is she?” You asked, wanting to see Beth.

“In her room,” Maggie replied.

You turned for the door immediately, with Maggie following close behind. When you reached Beth’s room and saw her looking up at the ceiling, like her mind was somewhere far away, it broke your heart.

You sat down on the edge of her bed, taking one of her hands in yours.

“Bethy?”

She didn’t respond, just like Maggie had warned. The woman in question sat on your other side, her worry permeating through the air around you.

“This is bad,” you admitted quietly. “The suppressants are one thing… now this? What if she goes into heat while she’s not in the right state of mind?”

“She… she’ll be okay,” Maggie took hold of your other hand, trying to reassure you. “We’ll make sure she’s safe.”

“Yeah…”

You weren’t convinced though, and deep down you knew Maggie wasn’t either. It was always there, at the back of your mind. Your heat was coming up, you could feel it. And it wasn’t like before, where you could go off somewhere private, whether it be alone or maybe now with Rick… you would have to stay at the farm, with the undead always posing a risk.

Sooner or later, Beth would go into heat too and for her, it was a first. Sure, she had Jimmy, but you wondered if the beta boy would be enough. Beta men didn’t have the same stamina as alphas, or the right scent to soothe and satisfy an omega in heat.

But there was nothing you could do about it for now, so rather than worry needlessly, you continued sitting by Beth’s side, holding her hand tightly. At the very least, you could try to get her to come out of her shock and give her whatever comfort you were able to.

Things remained hectic in the days following what happened at the barn. Beth was still the same, your father had uncharacteristically gone drinking in town and when Rick and Glenn went to go and bring him home, they ran into trouble and brought a hostage back with them.

Your encounters with Rick were brief, but he had told you and the others to stay away from the barn where the young man they’d taken was being held. Randall, you’d learned his name was, and apparently, he remembered Maggie from high school, which made him a danger to everyone’s safety.

You couldn’t help but take pity on him though, despite never once seeing his face. You tried to remind yourself that the group he was with had tried to kill Rick, your father and Glenn. But ultimately, for the moment, he was a prisoner and your softer side, fuelled by your inner omega, gave in and you decided to do something to help him.

So, you found yourself in the barn, standing in front of the young alpha prisoner with a sandwich and water bottle in hand as he stared up at you, beaten black and blue but still tied to his chair.

He didn’t look much like an alpha, but you smelt it on him all the same.

“Just let me go,” he tried to plead with you, though there was something underlying in his tone that made you think he wasn’t as earnest as he should have been about it.

“That’s not my decision,” you told him softly. “But here, you should eat.”

You took one of the halves of the sandwich and held it out to him. The rope around Randall prevented him from taking the food himself, so you had to hold it in front of his mouth. He looked up at you, like he was trying to determine if your gesture was some kind of trick.

He seemed happy with whatever he found in your gaze though, because he titled his head forward and he took a bite. His eyes never left you and it made you feel uncomfortable, but you still didn’t want someone who was there, at your home, to starve. Prisoner or not.

When he moved his head slightly, tilting it so that his nose brushed against the inside of your wrist, breathing you in, you jolted back immediately.

“You smell like him,” Randall observed.

You didn’t have to ask who. The answer was clear to you and despite the discomfort Randall filled you with, the idea that you still smelt of Rick caused your heart to flutter, even though it shouldn’t be possible.

But most of all you just felt regretful for ignoring Rick’s orders and coming into the barn. And that feeling coursed through you, filling you with dread at the fact you were now alone with the prisoner who clearly did have bad intentions, despite being tied up.

You were so caught up in it that you didn’t even notice the barn door opening and someone else stepping inside.

“You’re not mated though,” Randall’s gaze fell to your neck, the skin smooth and unclaimed. “So, you’re still fair game.”

You stiffened at the insinuation, but you didn’t get a chance to retort before you heard the barn door slam shut. Then someone was moving past you and getting right up into Randall’s face. You’d felt Rick’s presence before you saw him, his familiar scent filling the air as he strode up to the prisoner, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“Say that again,” Rick warned him lowly. “Give me an excuse to kill you.”

“What’s the problem?” Randall retorted, cockier than you thought he should have been. “You haven’t claimed her. Why not? Since she’s so special to you… or is she just your whore?”

Rick lunged at him, his fist hitting Randall’s face with such a brute force, you thought you might have heard bones cracking from the impact. He pulled back only to swing at him again and again, likely with the intention to cause a lot more damage than Daryl already had.

“Rick…” you called out gently, your voice betraying your trepidation.

He stopped immediately, like you had broken him out of some trance. As he stepped back from Randall, you saw that he was breathing heavily, still trying to reign his temper in. Rick didn’t look at you when he turned around. He just took hold of your hand, dragging you out of the barn, the rest of the sandwich and the water bottle you’d been holding falling to the ground.

Rick didn’t let go of you once you were back outside. Instead, he looked back towards the house and the campsite of his group and seemed to think better of heading in that direction. When he pulled you towards the woods, still not saying a word, you realised he wanted some privacy with you.

At any other time, that might have gotten you excited. But considering the anger that was still dripping off him, mixing with his scent and making you anxious… you were just apprehensive about what he was planning to say or do.

When you were both well enough away from any prying eyes at the farm and hopefully not too far out where you might run into walkers, Rick let go of his tight grip on your arm and turned to face you. When his eyes met yours, that was when the guilt set in for you. Because underneath all the anger he was very clearly feeling, there was also fear and worry.

“I – we told you to stay away from the barn,” he fumed, barely holding back the true force of his emotions. “Are you trying to drive me crazy, Y/N?”

“No, I… I just… I felt bad…”

His blue eyes, which were normally so piercing and commanding, were now wild and distressed. You felt the guilt swallow you whole as you realised you were the cause of it.

“For what? His people wanted to kill us. Did you forget that?”

“I didn’t forget,” you replied placatingly, hoping to calm him down. “I only wanted to give him some food. I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking. Once he said those things, I realised that I was being stupid by going in there.”

At the reminder of the things Randall had said to both you and Rick, his rage seemed to return in full force. You expected him to yell some more, venting out his frustrations verbally. So, when you were suddenly pushed up against the nearest tree and Rick’s lips pressed hungrily against yours, you were surprised but no less relieved.

His kiss was demanding, communicating his desire for you to submit and you did so willingly. You let him take control, loving the way his hands explored your body, tugging at your dress and gliding over your skin. His lips were soft and full against yours and his tongue stroked languidly against yours, making your mind wonder about how it might feel against other parts of your body…

You let out a deep moan at all the feelings he was eliciting within you and your fingers seemed to automatically find themselves tugging on his short hair. He bit teasingly at your bottom lip, and you pulled him closer to you.

“You gonna listen from now on?” He demanded to know, lips still brushing against yours.

“Yes…” you breathed out. “Yes Alpha…”

“You belong to me ‘mega,” he reminded you, one hand moving down to your thighs.

You nodded frantically, desperate for more of his touch. For more of him. He pushed your legs apart, settling one of his own between them. You felt hot all over and while you knew it was still too early for your heat, you were just as needy as you would’ve been if it had arrived.

It was automatic, the way you moved your hips, letting yourself grind against his strong and toned thigh. The material of his jeans was rough, but through your panties it provided just the right amount of friction.

“Say it.”

“I belong to you,” you whined out, lost in the feel of him. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Good girl,” he praised.

Your inner omega reveled in the fact that you’d pleased him and when his lips fell down to your scent gland it drove you wild. You moved more frantically against his thigh, desperate for release. Rick took a moment to breathe you in, enjoying your usual scent that had become mixed with your obvious arousal.

“You’re not gettin’ off on my thigh, baby,” he nuzzled against your neck, hands moving to hold your hips steady.

“Please…” you whined, wanting to cum so badly. “Please, Rick…”

“Hold still, sweetheart.”

You did as he asked, letting out a happy sigh when he pressed one last, feather-light kiss to your overstimulated gland. When his hands began to lift up your dress though, you got impatient again, squirming against him and just wanting to feel some aspect of him paying attention to your pussy.

“Hold still,” he repeated, a stern warning this time.

You settled again, watching with lustful eyes as he got down on his knees, your legs spread on either side of him. You were glad for the tree behind you, because without it you definitely wouldn’t still be standing.

Rick seemed intent on teasing you, drawing it all out to drive you more and more crazy with anticipation. Maybe it was his way of getting back at you for going into the barn, for defying his orders and for scaring him like that by putting yourself in any kind of danger.

Your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back against the tree when all he did was run his fingers over your panties, rubbing and teasing at your clit through the soft material. It wasn’t enough, but it was something and damn if he didn’t know what he was doing to you.

His lips kissed up along your inner thigh as he brought that leg up to rest on his shoulder, supporting you. All the while, Rick kept teasing you through your panties, applying a little more pressure. You were quickly getting wet, and you could feel the way it seeped through your panties and made the material moist as he kept rubbing your clit.

“You’re so good for me, ‘mega,” he murmured against your thigh.

His kisses were moving higher and higher, getting closer to where you wanted his lips to be. You almost protested when he pulled his head back, but he was so quick in tugging at your underwear, pulling them down your legs, that you didn’t get a chance to be disappointed by the loss of contact.

You were more than ready for him, so when your panties were finally off and thrown to the side, out of the way, you looked on eagerly as Rick took in the sight of you with a dark and hungry gaze. His fingers explored your pussy first, gently pushing aside your folds and running along your slit, gathering up your slick.

Then his fingers thrust inside of you with little warning, but you’d been so desperate for it that you just closed your eyes again and let out a deep and eager moan.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried out in pleasure.

“You got a dirty mouth, huh, baby?”

You could practically hear the grin in his tone of voice.

“Mmm,” you replied, too lost in the powerful movements of his fingers inside you to coherently answer.

“Just for me, right?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered out, fingers running through his hair again. “Only for you.”

“What do you want, Omega?”

“I… I…”

You couldn’t put the words together in your head, let alone speak them out loud. Rick pressed his thumb against your clit and your legs shuddered from the ecstatic feeling he elicited in you.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “Wanna hear you say it.”

“I want… I want you to eat me out. I want your mouth on my pussy. Then I want you to fuck me rough and hard. Want you to show me I’m yours.”

“No, I ain’t gonna fuck you today sweetheart,” he denied you.

“Why not?” You whined, so desperate to feel him inside of you.

“Gonna wait for your heat,” he was kissing along your thigh again. “Gonna do it right the first time I have you. Claim you properly.”

He had a point, one that you could see despite the state of lust your mind was in. And the idea of him claiming you… that was worth waiting for, you decided.

“But getting a taste of your sweet pussy?” He continued, lips now hovering right over your core, his breath fanning out and teasing you. “That I can do.”

“Fuck!” You cried out.

You tugged on his hair and pushed him closer as his mouth came into contact with your clit. His fingers never faltered in their deep and forceful thrusts and the added sensation of his tongue and lips on your sensitive nub sent your mind into a delirious, lust-fuelled haze.

Your hips moved of their own accord, causing you to fuck his face wildly. His hands gripped your upper thighs, but he made no move to fully control your frantic movements. Rick’s tongue was like magic, giving precise and generous licks to your clit, while his lips and teeth encircled it, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh, god…” you moaned, still clinging to him. “Rick… don’t – don’t stop!”

He clearly had no intention to, and when his lips moved down, closer to where his fingers were still moving in and out of you, his nose brushed against your clit instead, offering a different kind of sensation. Your hips bucked forward again, spurred on by his ministrations.

Then, Rick curled his fingers inside of you, coming into contact with that bundle of nerves you both seemed to know would help drive you over the edge. As you revelled in the new stimulation, his nose brushed back over your clit, and he sucked down hard on the sensitive nub.

Finally, your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your resulting moan ringing out through the woods. You didn’t care who or what you attracted in that moment though. All you cared about was Rick and the things he was doing to you.

Your legs spasmed and your hands held his head down, keeping him pressed against your core. You didn’t need to though, as he kept happily worshiping your pussy. Your eyes were squeezed shut and you just allowed the euphoria to overcome all of your senses for those few, blissful moments.

You were still breathing heavily when you finally relinquished your hold on him and began coming down from your high. Rick gave one last kiss to your clit before pulling his fingers out of you and letting the leg that had been resting on his shoulder settle gently back down onto the ground.

Watching through half-lidded eyes, you observed him lick his fingers clean, savoring your taste. It made you want him all over again, so you pulled him up and off his knees and brought him back to your waiting lips. He let you kiss him eagerly, his hands tracing soothing patterns along your waist, moving under your dress to grant him access to your skin.

Eventually though, he rested his forehead against yours and broke the kiss just slightly, his lips still resting against yours. His hands squeezed down on your hips and his eyes were still closed, like he was just taking everything in.

“You okay?” You asked, still a little breathless, your fingers running much more gently now through his hair.

“Never better,” he replied, a small smile playing on his lips. “Just hard to hold back.”

You looked down, seeing the generous bulge straining against his pants.

“You don’t have to, Rick,” you assured him. “I want you just as bad.”

His eyes finally opened, gazing tenderly into your own. He pulled his head back to take you in properly and one of his hands came up to stroke along your cheek.

“I meant what I said, Y/N. I’m gonna wait for your heat.”

You knew it was the right decision, that it would pay off in the end. Especially if he happened to go into a rut at the same time and especially because your heat would be even more intense now that you were no longer taking suppressants. But it was still disappointing.

Nevertheless, you nodded in acquiescence, and he gave you a strained smile, obviously just as tempted to give in.

“You’re my omega now,” he continued, the declaration making your heart flutter happily in your chest. “I’m gonna treat you right.”

You smiled happily at him, and he bent his head, capturing your lips in another possessive and dizzying kiss. For now, you were content to just stay there in his arms and let him distract you from everything else going on in the world around you.

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