#rick grimes x f!reader

[woman-of-balnain]

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

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Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Summary: Now that your heat has arrived, Rick fully claims you as his.

A/N: Okay, here is the final part. Happy Valentine’s Day lmao.

First thing: I forgot to add earlier that this part will involve breeding kink elements from both Rick and the Reader. Sorry, I added it on the ao3 version but not here. So if that’s not your thing, don’t read.

This is like the size of two normal parts lol and out of the roughly 8k words, approx. 7k is smut 😅

The last bit is just some plot to wrap the story up. I feel like that bit is a little too short, so I might extend it later.

I’ve given it one read over before posting but it’s so damn long and there might still be some typos and/or errors. Hopefully nothing major.

Lastly, I do plan to write some more stuff with this particular Rick/Reader pairing, exploring some other stuff that will take place later in twd series. If you have any requests for them lmk.

Anyway, enjoy 😏

Warnings: Rick has A LOT of stamina, multiple male orgasms, multiple female orgasms, multiple creampies, shower sex, doggstyle, cowgirl, oral sex (male and female receiving), mentions of tasting blood (from claiming bites), deepthroating

Word Count: 8,308

Dividers by: @newlips​ + @cafekitsune​

Rick and Glenn had found a small and abandoned hunting cabin, that sat secluded in the woods. With your mind addled and hazed from your heat, you barely took notice of the setup, but your inner omega was happy to see that they’d established a perimeter with empty cans and bottles that would make noise to alert Rick if any walkers came too close.

 Your alpha didn’t waste any time once you arrived. Rick threw you down onto the bed, his hands instantly falling to the waistband of his pants once you were laying down in front of him. You watched with a hungry gaze as he unbuckled his belt, your slick pooling between your legs with anticipation.

 “You think this is a show, ‘mega?” He growled out, still angry from seeing you taking comfort in Daryl. “Clothes off. Now.”

 He pulled the belt away from his jeans, flinging it off to the side, but not before unsheathing the knife he kept holstered on it. Despite the way your heated skin made your clothes feel like they were scratching uncomfortably against you, every fiber of your being was so entranced by him that your hands fumbled clumsily with your dress, not wanting to take your attention off him.

 Rick was much more calculated and composed in his movements, eyes watching you intensely as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. When he’d gotten rid of that too, and you had still made no progress in getting rid of your own clothing, Rick came onto the bed, moving on top of you and caging your body beneath his.

 “These damned dresses,” he muttered with a mix of annoyance and appreciation.

 He moved one hand down over your chest and then your stomach before he bunched up the skirt of the short summer dress, revealing your clothed pussy. You were soaking wet, causing the material of your white panties to be practically transparent. Rick glided two of his long fingers over you, teasing your clit, which caused your back to arch and your hips to buck with desperate need.

 “Please, Alpha…” you whined, unable to wait any longer.

 Rick’s gaze was dark and fiery, showing that he was just as eager, but he still had a lot more control than you did. When he raised the knife still held in his other hand, pointing it down at you, logically you should have been scared.

 But you knew that Rick wouldn’t hurt you, and the deep lust in his gaze reassured you of that fact. He brought the blade down slowly, applying just enough pressure to the material of your dress to cut into it and give him an opening.

 He flung the knife off carelessly after that, letting it clang onto the floor somewhere across the room. His hands were all over you then, as he tore your dress apart, desperate to explore the skin it concealed underneath. His gaze only grew impossibly darker when he saw that you weren’t wearing a bra.

 “Naughty girl,” he chastised you heatedly, his hands moving to squeeze your now exposed breasts.

 “Oh god,” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

 His fingers teased your nipples, tugging and stroking them until they were achingly hard. Then you let out a salacious moan as Rick’s head dipped, taking one of the sensitive peaks between his lips, his tongue and teeth tormenting you further.

 Your hips bucked again, and he moved his free hand between your legs, right where you were desperate to be touched. Rick’s attention on your breasts never faltered as his fingers pushed your panties to the side, giving him access to your dripping wet pussy.

 He thrust two fingers into you, sliding in easily due to the amount of slick there. Your body moved wildly, the heat inside of you driving you crazy and sweat coating every inch of your skin. You were desperate for release, felt like you needed it, and Rick was quickly getting you there.

 But then his mood darkened as he pushed his fingers in a little more roughly, while his other hand and his teeth tugged hard on your nipples.

 “You were curled up to another alpha,” he pointed out angrily, pulling back to look you in the eye. “While you were this wet, Omega.”

 “I… I’m sorry,” you cried out, not wanting him to be mad. “I needed you so badly and you weren’t there…”

 “You’re mine,” he reminded you possessively. “This body, this pussy… everything about you is mine.”

 “Yes,” you moaned out instantly, agreeing wholeheartedly. “I’m yours.”

 Rick pressed his body closer to yours, his bare chest coming into contact with your heated skin. His nipples brushed against yours, teasing you both and his eyes fluttered shut with a groan. He rested his forehead against your own, his warm breath fanning out over your lips as his fingers continued their rapid thrusting in and out of your pussy.

��“Show me,” he requested breathlessly, his thumb moving up to rub against your clit. “Cum for me, omega. Show me you’re mine.”

 He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that one perfect spot, while his thumb continued rubbing and flicking against your clit.

 “Fuck,” you whined. “Rick, I… I’m…”

 “Let go, baby,” he murmured soothingly, rubbing his cheek affectionately against yours.

 He pressed down hard against your clit and your body gave him exactly what he wanted. You felt the waves of pleasure overcome you, your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth falling open as a deep moan escaped your lips.

 “Good girl,” he praised, loving the way you tightened around him.

 You saw stars and your mind was in a state of euphoric bliss. Rick trailed kisses along your scent gland while his fingers continued to stimulate you, waiting patiently for you to come down from your high.

 When your eyes lazily fluttered open again and your body settled, you found Rick gazing at you with a mix of emotions. There was still that dark and heated lust in his eyes, but there was also deep care and affection and you thought, that due to the intensity of it, maybe it could have been akin to love.

 He didn’t give you much time to ponder over it though, because he quickly bent his head down and captured your lips in a searing kiss. The burning feeling of your heat had settled temporarily thanks to your orgasm, so you let yourself enjoy the feel of his mouth languidly caressing yours.

 Rick gently pulled his fingers from your pussy, allowing both of his hands to tease your inner thighs. He alternated between squeezing you possessively, his fingers digging into your skin, and lightly caressing you, leaving trails of goosebumps in the wake of his touch.

 His lips, the bottom one so much fuller than the other, enticed your own with their slow and calculated movements. His tongue moved in perfect harmony with your own, leaving you breathless.

 Eventually, his head pulled back and you tried to lift yours too, chasing his mouth to continue the heated kiss. But Rick just bit down on your lower lip, gently tugging on it before he completely moved away, leaning back to take you in with his lustful gaze. The effects of your heat were building up again, demanding more.

 “Rick,” you moaned out. “Please, Alpha, I need you.”

 His eyes fell to the apex of your thighs and his fingers tugged a little at your panties before his impatience won over. Pulling his hands away from you, Rick moved them to his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper before tugging them down his hips.

 Then his hands were back on you, pushing your panties further to the side so that your pussy was exposed enough for him. Not wasting a second, Rick pushed forward and thrust into you deeply, almost to the hilt and causing you both to let out desperate moans.

 “Damn it, Omega,” he grit out in pleasure. “You’re so tight, squeezing down on me perfectly.”

 As if in response to his words, your pussy clamped down even harder on his cock, causing his hands to reach for your hips instinctively, gripping them tightly. He kept his hold on you, using it for leverage as he pounded into you over and over and over again, setting a brutal pace.

 “You’re not…” he got out between his thrusts. “Ever gonna… even look… at another alpha… again.”

 He said it like it was a promise, as though he intended to imprint himself somehow on your body so that you were constantly reminded of him. Apparently, he didn’t realize that he’d already pretty much done so.

 “I only want you,” was your response, promising him exactly what he wanted.

 Rick leaned down, kissing you hard. The change in his angle caused him to move deeper and his cock brushed against that bundle of nerves inside you again. You gasped and moaned into his mouth, hips thrashing wildly in desperate need.

 He kept you steady with the hold he still had on you, stopping you from thrusting your hips so high that he would slip out. Instead, he ensured that you felt every inch of his bare cock, the silky texture of the skin brushing against your sensitive walls and driving you closer and closer to the edge.

 He never let up in his forceful thrusts, fucking you hard, deep and fast, until your thoughts drifted away into a mindless haze and the only thing left was Rick and how he made you feel. All the while he kept kissing you, lips claiming yours possessively until yours were swollen and bruised and aching for more.

 With each push into your pussy, the sweat-slicked skin and light hairs on his pelvis brushed against your clit and stimulated you further. You were clinging to his back, nails digging into his skin, but Rick didn’t seem to care.

 Finally, his lips left yours and your eyes opened to see his own lost in a state of ecstasy. He was just as close to cumming as you were, if not closer.

 “’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart,” he promised in a daze, one of his hands moving to rest on your lower stomach. “Fuck my cum into you until your belly’s swollen with my child.”

 “Oh god, Rick,” you moaned with an eagerness you’d never felt before.

 “Gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine,” he continued heatedly, head dipping again to kiss along your neck.

 You nodded fervently, loving the sound of everything he said, but you doubted he noticed, since he was preoccupied by lavishing your scent gland with attention. Rick gave a few more deep and forceful thrusts before the head of his cock hit your cervix and he groaned out desperately.

 His fingers dug into your waist, holding you steady as he came deep inside of you. The warm feel of his cum filling you up and the way his cock throbbed against your tight walls sent you over the edge. You spasmed around him, pussy clenching him even tighter, milking him completely.

 Rick’s teeth grazed against your scent gland, and you tilted your head obediently, offering yourself for him to claim you. But then he pulled his head away and you let out a whine of frustration, not understanding his reluctance.

 His gaze was still addled with lust, but there was an underlying sadness in his eyes that you couldn’t comprehend. When your legs wrapped tighter around him and you squeezed around his cock again, he lowered his head to your shoulder, biting down hard.

 It wasn’t where you wanted or needed him, but the shock of his teeth piercing into your skin and the fact he was still thrusting deeply into you, albeit more slowly, sent you over the edge yet again.

 It was like a second wave of your first orgasm, with the intensity becoming even greater. It was enough for you to lose yourself again, forgetting about your disappointment for a moment and just enjoying the feel of Rick completely surrounding you.

 As your bodies settled, his tongue soothed the bite he’d left on your shoulder and his fingers caressed along the feverish skin of your stomach and waist. Your breaths calmed and you sunk back into the mattress and then he was pulling out of you slowly, careful not to cause any more friction.

 You absentmindedly noticed that he was still completely hard, but your body was spent, and your eyes were droopy, telling you both that you needed some rest. The mixed fluids of his cum and your slick pooled out warmly between your thighs, but you paid it little mind.  

 Instead, you turned tiredly on your side and snuggled up into the sheets. Rick moved behind you, his body fitting against yours like you were two pieces of a puzzle, and he wrapped an arm around your waist.

 “Get some rest, ‘mega,” he murmured, nuzzling affectionately into your neck. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

 That wasn’t your concern, though. You were upset about him not claiming you, despite the way he was so insistent that you were his. Still, your exhaustion won out for the time being, so you let your eyes fall closed and your body relax against him.

 You’d sort it out later. For now, you just wanted to bask in the afterglow and the warm feel of his body protectively pressed against yours.

When you woke up again, the first thing you noticed was how you were even more feverish than earlier. It was unbearable in a way you’d never experienced before. Your skin felt like it was on fire, as though there was a raging inferno inside of you that couldn’t be soothed.

 Your sweat soaked into the sheets and your fever made you feel slightly delirious, like a haze was clouding your mind. You couldn’t think, only feel and when the fog of sleep finally left, you felt nothing else but Rick and the desperate state of your heat.

 You were on your back now, legs spread wide with Rick’s head buried between them. His hands were gripping your inner thighs, holding you steady while his tongue gave slow, languid licks along your pussy.

 “Alpha…” you moaned, fingers tugging lightly on his hair.

 The scruff of his beard scratched along your thighs, and you felt his lips curl into a smile against your wet folds. He flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit, his lips sucking down at the same time and sending you into a frenzy.  

 He already seemed to know your body well and as your pussy clenched, aching for something inside of it, Rick moved his tongue down and away from your clit. His tongue pushed into your dripping core right as his nose brushed against your sensitive nub.

 He fucked you with his tongue, lapping up your slick while his hands squeezed your thighs in a vice-like grip. His hold on you was strong and a little painful, but the way he was showering your pussy with attention made any discomfort fade away.

 Then, Rick moved up again, bringing his mouth back to your clit and his fingers plunged into you instead. He moved them at a quick pace, in and out, curling up with each thrust to stimulate your inner bundle of nerves.

 All the while his tongue stroked against you and then he let out a deep, guttural moan. You were already a squirming, lust addled mess, but when the vibrations reverberating from his throat pulsed against your pussy, the extra simulation made you cum like never before.

 “Rick…” you moaned out in a complete daze.

 You repeated his name like a mantra, over and over as your body sang with its release. He just kept licking and sucking and fucking you with his fingers until the wild movements of your hips became too frantic and he pulled away.

 He was grinning at you, his gaze heated and devilish, promising that he wasn’t anywhere near done with you yet. As you settled, he moved up your body until his face was just above yours and then he brought his lips to your own in a slow and sensual kiss.

 His tongue moved with precision against yours, reminiscent of what he’d just been doing between your legs, and it made desire pool deep in your belly all over again. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer until his cock was pushing against your entrance.

 “Not yet, ‘mega,” he groaned out, breaking the kiss and rubbing his cheek against yours, scenting you.

 “Please,” you begged, fingers moving down to scratch lightly along his back.

 “You’ve gotta eat first,” he pulled back completely. “You need to drink some water too. I promised I’d take care of you, ‘mega.”

 You were breathing heavily, and you wanted nothing more than to have his cock back inside of you. But your heat was also a little more sated after your last orgasm but that wouldn’t last for very long. So, you relented, sitting up and nodding.

 Rick sat on the edge of the bed, reaching over for his backpack and taking out some of the food and water he’d managed to salvage while you’d all been on the road. You took the water first, taking long sips and letting the cool liquid soothe you.

 His fingers traced light patterns along your legs as he bit into a granola bar, needing to keep up his own strength as well. As your mind cleared, you remembered the bite he’d placed on your shoulder and decided that you needed to ask him about it.

 Remembering his marriage and how he and Lori had never claimed one another, you wondered if he had some kind of aversion to it.

 “Rick?”

 “Hmm?” He looked over at you with a lazy but affectionate smile.

 You didn’t want to tiptoe around it, so you just asked him outright.

 “Why didn’t you claim me?”

 He coughed, like he hadn’t swallowed his last bite properly and looked away from you again.

 “You wanted me to.”

 It was a statement, showing that he had known what you wanted and despite that knowledge, along with all of his words and possessive actions, he still hadn’t done it.

 “I still want you to,” you told him. “Don’t you?”

 He sighed, running a hand through his hair and you watched him worriedly.

 “Rick, I meant it every time I said it. I’m yours. But if you don’t want me to be, then –”

 “I do,” he cut you off earnestly, finally looking at you again. “I just… can’t.”

 “Why?” You asked, trepidation over your relationship washing over you. “Is… is it because of Lori?”

 “No,” he assured you, taking your hands in his. “I mean that I really can’t. I… I tried, with Lori. It never lasted on either of us and I just… I didn’t want to disappoint you. I didn’t want it to push you away. I can’t lose you.”

 His gaze held such raw emotion that you realized it was a deep-seated insecurity for him. It was something he’d been internally struggling with for a long time, and it must have been hard for him to open up to you about it.

 Nevertheless, it was a lot to process. It made the breakdown of his marriage make a lot more sense, but that was the least of your concerns in that moment. Instead, you found it hard to come to terms with the fact that, from what he was saying, you would never be able to truly claim one another.

 Maybe that was why he was so possessive and adamant about the fact that you belonged to him.

 In the end though, it didn’t really matter to you. Sure, it wasn’t what you’d been expecting your relationship with him to turn out like, but everything with Rick, from the moment you’d met him had just felt right. Like fate or whatever the hell else meant for you to find each other and be together.

 So, as you felt his scent change and his anxiety over your silence fill the room, you were determined to set his worried mind at ease. You got up, climbing into his lap so that you were facing him and stroked your fingers along the short and coarse hairs of his cheek affectionately.

 “I don’t care,” you told him, your gaze holding his.

 “Don’t lie,” he cast his eyes down, but never stopped touching you, holding you close.

 You leant forward, placing soft kisses over his cheeks, his jawline and finally one on his lips before pulling back again.

 “I’m not lying,” you insisted gently. “I want you, whatever that entails. And yes, I do want you to claim me, to bite into my gland over and over again if you have to. I don’t care if it doesn’t stick. I’m yours and I don’t want you to hold back.”

 His eyes met yours with trepidation, his uncertainty clear. But he must have seen the sincerity in your own gaze because his expression softened, and he looked at you with so much adoration you thought you would melt right there in his arms.

 “You’re sure?”

 “Yes,” you promised him.

 And then you brought your lips to his, sealing it with a kiss. You wanted to show him that your desire for him hadn’t wavered and that your words were honest. One of his hands seemed to automatically find one of your hips, keeping you close to him, while the other trailed up and down your back.

 He deepened the kiss and lifted your hips a little. You knew what he wanted so your hand moved down and grasped around his cock, lining it up at your core and pushing back down. His lips left yours as his head fell back with a groan that was filled with lust.

 You had more control in that position, and while he still gripped tightly onto your hips, you set the pace, grinding down onto him.

 “Fuck, baby,” he breathed out, still lost in the ecstasy of it all. “You always feel so good for me.”

 “Mmm,” you hummed in agreement, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “That’s ‘cause you fill me up so well.”

 He started guiding your hips, while his own thrust up and into you, his movements a little more frantic. He’d still been rock hard when you fell asleep and was the same when you woke up. You wondered if his erection had gone down at all due to how desperately he seemed to ache for release.

 He opened his eyes to look at you again and it was like he got lost in the sight of you, with the way you were grinding down onto him and squeezing around his cock. He reached up to tuck some hair behind your ear and his thumb brushed against your cheek.

 “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, gaze still transfixed on you.

 Your cheeks heated up in a faint blush and you looked away, shy from the intense look he was giving you.

 “Hey, don’t do that,” he took hold of your chin, bringing your gaze back to his. “I mean it. Don’t hide from me, sweetheart.”

 You nodded, biting down on your lip, and allowing yourself to get lost in his piercing blue eyes. It was raw and unyielding, the range of emotions in his gaze and you hoped that your own was conveying the same back to him.

 “I can’t hold back much longer,” he admitted softly.

 “I don’t want you to,” was your honest reply.

 He moaned at your admission before flipping your bodies over so that you were on your back again and he was hovering over you. Rick took hold of your waist, making sure he had a steady grip on you before he thrust out nearly all the way and then pounded back into you, right to the hilt. You both let out desperate and guttural sounds at the feeling of him filling you up entirely once again.

 He moved with precise thrusts, but his pace was quick and frenzied. You knew he was close, eager to cum inside you again, because it was clear through his expression and the way his body was tensed up with desire and anticipation.

 You moved one hand down between your thighs, fingers finding your aching clit and your body reacted instantly to the added stimulation. Your pussy contracted down on his cock, squeezing and pushing him to the brink.

 He was pushed right up against your cervix again, not enough for the pressure to be unpleasant, but enough for the insinuation of where his cum would go, to make you insanely turned on.

 Rick looked wild, his blue eyes feral and barely holding onto control. He gave you one last look of trepidation and you just nodded before exposing your neck to him.

 “Please, Alpha,” you begged, voice filled with desperate need.

 That was enough to make his control snap and his head bent down with lightning speed before his teeth sunk into your neck and the first spurts of his cum filled your fertile womb. Simultaneously, he lapped up the warm blood that spilled from your throat and your pussy milked every last drop of his hot cum deep inside you.

 The mixed stimulation all throughout your body made another orgasm crash over you like a tidal wave. You were clenching down so hard around his cock that you thought it might be painful for him, but Rick didn’t seem to mind. All of his attention seemed to be on your mating gland, soothing the sore skin like he was in a trance.

 You realized, as your body settled and your orgasm calmed down, that suddenly you felt so perfectly whole. As though for your entire life you had been missing half of yourself until that moment. You weren’t as unbearably hot anymore and your unbearably fevered skin seemed to relax until it just felt like you were in a regular heat.

 Rick’s fingertips glided over your lower stomach absentmindedly and as the blood flow from your neck slowed to a stop, he pressed countless kisses against the fresh mark. You didn’t care, in that moment, if he had to mark you time and time again. It felt too good and right to you, having his claim on your body.

 When his slow and languid thrusts began to pick up again, you realized that he was still hard. You weren’t complaining though, because your body was clearly willing and eager for more. After what felt like hours but was likely only a couple of minutes, Rick peeled his lips away from your neck and pulled back to look at you.

 “Feeling okay?” He asked, never once letting up in his powerful thrusts.

 “No,” you grinned up at him, not missing the way he raised an eyebrow in question. “’Okay’ would be a severe understatement.”

 He let out a light laugh, and you could tell he was relieved by it. Then you hooked one leg around his waist, pushing a little with your hips and he seemed to realize what you wanted. Rick flipped you both over, settling back into the bed and letting you adjust yourself above him.

 You ground down on him again, circling your hips and reveling in the way he stretched you out and filled you up. With each time his cock thrust deep into you, it pushed his cum further inside. You could hear the sounds of your mixed fluids every time he entered you, and it was sinfully good.

 You loved watching him stretched out beneath you, allowing you to fuck yourself on top of him and the way he was getting lost in the feel of you. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back against the pillows, and he was letting out quiet moans and groans, showing you what you were doing to him.

 You leaned forward, entwining his fingers with yours to steady yourself before you moved your hips a little harder and faster, bouncing on top of his cock and making you both wild with desire.

 “I wanna mark you,” you moaned out, still sliding up and down his hard and thick cock. “Please, Alpha, I need it. I need to claim you as mine too.”

 His eyes snapped open, and he looked at you with hesitation again, just like he had before he claimed you. But then his gaze fell down to your neck, to your mating gland which must have still been swollen and red, with the possessive mark of his bite standing out and showing who you belonged to.

 Once his eyes settled on that his features softened, and he looked back at you with a nod.

 You didn’t hesitate then, your hands leaving his as you leaned down closer to him. Your fingers ran through his hair, and you nuzzled against his neck, rubbing your nose and cheek along his gland to scent him.

 Rick gripped your hips, making sure your pace never faltered as your mouth worshiped the gland you were about to bite into so you could claim him as your own. You could hear his moans getting more frequent and desperate, his lips right beside your ear.

 When he thrust deep into you, holding you tightly against him, you let your teeth sink into his skin.

 “Fuck,” he groaned, his hips stuttering from the intensity of it all.

 He came hard for the third time that day, stuffing you just as full as the other two times. He was insatiable, his stamina doing more than just rivaling anything you’d ever experienced. Trickles of his blood pooled into your mouth, the metallic taste filling your senses. Just like Rick had done, you licked and sucked against his gland, soothing the sensitive skin and attempting to stop the blood flow.

 “Baby…” he breathed out, his voice betraying how turned on he was. “I can’t stop. You’re driving me crazy.”

 As you continued to suck against the fresh mating bite you’d made on his neck, the blood slowed to a stop, and you pulled back. Shifting slightly, you realized he was still fully hard.

 “Again?” You asked, a little incredulous, but no less enthused.

 He didn’t answer, just lifted your hips until his cock slid out of you. You couldn’t stop the whine that escaped you at the empty feeling it caused. But then he was getting up and giving you a look that conveyed his deep-seated and still yet unsated lust.

 “On your knees,” he ordered, moving behind you.

 It was an alpha command, telling you exactly what he wanted. So, you lifted your body, holding yourself on all fours and presented yourself to him enthusiastically. He let out a low chuckle at your eagerness, but you knew that he was just as lost in his desire for you.

 You choked on nothing but air when he thrust back into you, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you tightly. It was the best kind of pain, with how tender your walls were but how good it felt, nonetheless. One of Rick’s hands sat on the small of your back, while the other moved up your spine, fingers tickling your skin until he grabbed hold of your hair, pulling your head back slightly.

 “Alpha,” you moaned out, lost deep in the throes of the pleasure he was giving you.

 “That’s it, baby,” he coaxed. “Let me hear you.”

 “Fuck, I can’t take much more,” you cried out desperately. “But you feel so good.”

 He gave a harder, more forceful thrust into you, making you whine with need.

 “You love my cock, baby?” He demanded to know. “You need it?”

 “Yes,” you moaned out. “I only need you.”

 “That’s right,” he said, satisfied with your answer. “And I’m the only one that’s ever gonna know this tight, sweet pussy.”

 “Mmm,” you agreed, nodding your head but unable to form anymore words.

 “You want my cum again, ‘mega?” He asked. “Deep inside you?”

 “Yes, Rick, please!”

 The sound of his hips smacking against yours filled the small cabin, the continuous slapping together of sweaty skin a tell-tale sign of the illicit and sinful things he was doing to you. He let go of his grip on your hair, bringing his hands back to their familiar place on your hips and held you steady before he groaned and came once again.

 Your upper body sank down into the bed as your own orgasm wracked through your body. Your pussy spasmed and your hips moved wildly, but Rick made sure to keep you wrapped around his cock, so that you were milking him dry for the fourth time that day.

 You both stayed like that for a while, breaths panting, and bodies relaxed. Finally, you felt him soften inside you and as much as his relentless fucking had turned you on, you were glad for the sign of some respite. Rick slowly pulled out of you, and you let your lower body relax before turning onto your side.

 He came to lay down as well, facing you and looking just as tired as you felt. He reached out to brush his fingers along your cheek, eyes already drooping before he dropped his hand to caress against your mating gland. The bite he’d left was sore and sensitive, but his touch didn’t irritate you.

 You snuggled closer against him and then he wrapped him arms around you, laying on his back and resting your head on his chest. It wasn’t long before you both drifted back off to sleep, both of your bodies spent and sated for the time being.

The next time that the fog of sleep drifted away, and you woke up, you were still in Rick’s arms, and he was absentmindedly stroking his fingers up and down your back. Tilting your head to look up at him, you saw that he was deep in thought, his brow furrowed like something was bothering him.  

 “Hey,” you reached out, touching his cheek so he’d look at you. “Everything okay?”

 “Yeah, just…” he trailed off, gaze falling to your mating gland. “Something feels different.”

 You realized instantly that he was talking about the claim he’d left on you.

 “Good or bad?” You asked, a little concerned.

 “Good, I think,” his eyes returned to yours. “But I hate that it’s only temporary.”

 “Rick,” you sighed. “It doesn’t matter. I already told you; I don’t care if we have to do it countless times. I’m yours, and you’re mine. Nothing can change that except us.”

 He nodded but still seemed upset about it. You figured it was something you could come back to later though and watched as he moved to get up.

 “You wanna shower?” He asked over his shoulder, changing the topic quickly.

 “Desperately,” you sighed. “But that’s a luxury one can’t afford when the world ends.”

 He moved a little more to face you again, lips turning up into a grin.

 “This place is solar powered,” he explained, reaching out for one of your hands.

 “You’re kidding,” you lit up at the revelation.

 His smile just widened, and he squeezed your hand.

 “Come on, baby, I’ll go with you.”

 That just sweetened the deal. Warm, running water along with soap and shampoo was one thing, but showering with Rick? The symptoms of your heat began rising within you once again at the thought.

 He led you to the small bathroom and maybe before civilization fell you would’ve lamented at the small, tight space of the shower. But such things were luxuries now and you couldn’t wait to feel the water trickling down your skin.

 Neither one of you had clothes to worry about, so Rick turned the knobs of the shower and happiness filled you at the sight of hot, running water. It was a tight squeeze, but you stepped in beside him and he moved out of the way to let you enjoy the water first.

 It was heaven; the feel of it running through your hair and down over your body. Rick picked up a bottle of body wash from the shelf and squirted some out onto his hands before lathering it up. One of his hands fell to your hip, rubbing the soap over your stomach and thighs, while the other squeezed one of your breasts.

 “Rick…” you sighed happily, your head falling against the shower wall behind you.

 His touch was gentle, teasing you a little but he still kept his primary goal as cleaning you of all the dirt and grime and the remnants of incredible sex. Your nipples hardened as his thumbs brushed over them and your pussy ached to be touched again.

 But Rick stayed focused, scrubbing the soap along your body until it washed away, and you felt cleaner than you had in over a week. Then he turned you around, his fingers running through your wet hair and his nails scraping over your scalp. It was relaxing and his touch conveyed the deep care he held for you.

 You didn’t notice him reach for the shampoo bottle, but when he massaged it into your hair your eyes closed in bliss. He was being so gentle and affectionate with you and your inner omega loved it.

 Eventually, you turned to rinse out your hair and then Rick stepped underneath the water, and you were eager to return the favor. Your movements were less slow and had much more devious intentions behind them.

 You ran your hands over the expanse of his chest, the lathered-up soap spreading across his skin. He watched through hooded eyes as you moved your touch down to his lower abdomen, fingers gliding softly over the light hairs there.

 Then you got down on your knees, eager to have his long, thick cock in your mouth again. One of his hands moved to the back of your head, tangling in your hair, but he remained silent, waiting in anticipation for you to make your move.

 You got him to break the silence that had settled around you when your lips wrapped around his hardened length and a deep groan of pleasure escaped his throat. His grip on your hair tightened and he thrust into your mouth, getting his cock deeper inside you.

 A moan sounded deep in your throat, and you began bobbing your head up and down along his cock with enthusiasm, eager to taste his cum again. You sucked down on him and teased him with your tongue.

 It gave you a deep sense of satisfaction to know you could make him come undone and when the movement of his hips faltered slightly and all you could hear was his desperate moaning, you knew that he was already close.

 Using one hand to cup and tease his balls and the other to grab the back of his thigh and keep him close, you pushed your head down further, bringing the head of his cock to the back of your throat.

 “Fuck… sweetheart…” he groaned, barely managing to get the words out.

 You felt the full length of him pulsate as he pushed all the way in and then his cum was spurting down your tight throat. You took it all, relishing in the way he clung to you and kept your mouth wrapped around him.

 When his hands eventually relaxed around your head and you were able to pull your mouth off him, you looked up at Rick with an amused smile.

 “Really?” You asked, before giving another quick glance to his cock that was still right in front of your face.

 You shouldn’t have been surprised by that point, over the fact that he was still rock hard. But his stamina amazed you. It wasn’t something you were complaining about though because your heat left you filled with just as much desire.

 “Come here,” he said gently, lifting you up to stand.

 He brought you close, so that your chests were pressed together, and he lifted a hand to gently stroke along your mating gland.

 “You’re perfect,” he whispered softly, eyes filled with honesty. “You know that?”

 “You’re perfect to me,” you answered, your own gaze soft and affectionate. “I know that much at least.”

 He gave you a small smile and then his lips were on yours, now so familiar in the way they felt to you and the way they seemed to work expertly against your own. His desperate need from earlier had settled and now Rick seemed intent on lavishing you not only with pleasure, but with soft affection too.

 He moved you back gently, until your body was resting against the wall of the shower and then he was lifting one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist.

 “I need more,” he admitted against your lips, his length rubbing up and down your slit.

 “It’s okay,” you told him breathlessly. “I do too.”

 He pulled his hips back slightly and then he was back inside you, filling you up perfectly once again. Your pussy was still slightly sore from how many times he’d fucked you just on that day alone, but it was nothing compared to the sense of fulfillment he gave you as he moved his hips back and forth.

 Rick was kissing you again, one hand tangled in your hair and the other squeezing your ass, keeping you close to him. His thrusts weren’t as fast or frantic; he fucked into you with precise and deep movements, taking the time to enjoy the way you felt around him.

 It was loving and intimate, showing that he didn’t just see you as an omega to get through his rut with. He was proving to you that you meant more than that to him, and it made your emotions swirl with happiness and the sense of feeling truly content.

 You clung tightly to him, one hand pressed against his back and the other at the nape of his neck. Rick trailed his lips down to your jawline, pressing kisses along your skin while he kept slowly fucking deep into you. Then, he moved down to your throat, and it wasn’t long before he sought out your mating gland.

 He kissed along the bite mark he’d left, and then affectionately nuzzled against it. He was too lost in the haze of his rut and the feel of your pussy wrapped snugly around him to notice the change in your scent. The way it was perfectly mingled with his own and gave a clear message that you had been claimed. That you were his omega.

 Without that realization, he kept lavishing the bite with attention and eventually his teeth scraped along it, teasing you to the edge.

 “Rick…” you moaned, instinctively squeezing down even harder on him.

 It was exactly the friction he needed, because then he was cumming deep inside your pussy and you loved the fact that it still felt just as good as when he’d first done it. The intensity of it seemed to be too much for him because he sank his teeth into your gland a second time, opening up the wound and claiming you all over again.

 Your own orgasm ripped through you, and you clung even tighter to him, keeping his head buried against your neck. His lips and tongue soothed your agitated skin, and you slowly came back to yourself, the cool tiles of the shower wall behind you giving your body some relief from the heat you felt all over.

 After a while, Rick’s lips left your throat, and he pulled back to look at you. His gaze was soft and tender, conveying the depths of his feelings for you. When his forehead fell down to rest against your own, you realized that he wasn’t done yet.

 “You’re insatiable,” you quipped, squeezing down slightly on his still hardened length.

 “I’m not the only one,” he retorted, his voice gruff but no less playful.

 His lips captured yours once again and you let yourself get lost in him. If this was how all of your heats would be in the future, then there would be nothing left to complain about or dread. You briefly wondered why you’d been so worried over your inability to continue taking suppressants before your mind became clouded and all you could think of, yet again, was Rick.

Your heat was over after two days. It was the shorter than you’d expected, and you wondered, with a small, devious smile if Rick had fucked it out of you. His stamina never let up and by the end you were a sated, but exhausted mess.

 Your dress was ruined, but Rick had packed some spare clothes and you returned to the rest of the group in one of his shirts and a pair of your own jeans. And he still seemed to have the need to touch you, to keep you close. You didn’t mind, but the way that the eyes of the others lingered on you both when you returned was a little disconcerting. Sure, heats and ruts were a natural part of the world, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

 Rick and Daryl exchanged a look and then a nod, silently conveying that Rick’s earlier display, when you had both gone into rut and heat, respectively, was forgiven and forgotten. Then, after you both came back, the whole group set out on the road again.

 Two weeks had passed since then, and you often found yourself absentmindedly touching the claiming bite Rick had placed on your neck. Sometimes, your gaze would also linger on the one you left on him.

 It was confusing, because neither of them had shown any sign of truly healing. They had healed to some degree, in the normal way, with the redness around them fading and the skin no longer feeling agitated. But they weren’t fading away and once you were both no longer distracted, you and Rick realized that your claims over one another had stuck, and you were truly mated to each other.

 So, that was how you found yourselves talking to your father, with Rick asking if the older man might know what it meant. He was happy and relieved by it, but no less confused.

 “I looked into it,” Hershel told Rick. “Before we lost the farm, like I said I would.”

 You glanced between them, a little surprised by the fact that your father seemed to have known before you did about Rick’s inability to claim Lori and vice versa. But you stayed silent, interested in what he had to say.

 “We have a book, in our family,” your father revealed. “It keeps a record of omegas and alphas in our line that mated with each other. Some omegas in our family tree mated differently than others, though.”

 “What do you mean?” You asked.

 You’d never heard of that book before, and you were surprised to only learn of its existence now.

 “There are a few omegas in our ancestry where their bodies would reject attempts to claim them. The records that have been kept show that only a particular alpha, their true mate, could actually claim those omegas.”

 “True mates?” Rick asked in disbelief. “That… that stuff’s just fairy tales, stories for kids. It’s not real.”

 Hershel just gave him a look, one that conveyed his lack of amusement with Rick brushing off his words.

 “The evidence is in the two of you,” he continued. “You weren’t able to share a true mating bond until now, Rick. You’re the only alpha able to command Y/N… I’m sure there are other signs I’m not aware of and that I don’t want to know about.”

 Rick looked taken aback by your father’s words and you felt just as surprised.

 “It doesn’t matter, in the end,” Hershel said, placing a hand on Rick’s shoulder. “You were able to claim each other. That’s all that matters.”

 Rick just gave a nod, still a little stunned and then Hershel walked off, leaving you both alone. The idea left you feeling uneasy though, and you bit down on your bottom lip, looking off to the side.

 “Hey, you okay?” Rick asked, reaching out to take your hand in his and picking up on the change in your mood instantly.

“Yeah, I just… it’s a lot,” you admitted. “I mean, what if the connection we felt before we claimed each other was just… some weird thing like fate that was pushing us together? I’ve never even considered true mates to actually be a real thing, so I don’t know how it’s supposed to work, but I just… I don’t want those feelings to be fake or forced… I don’t want the way I feel about you to not be real somehow…”

 “Y/N,” he took hold of your chin gently and brought your gaze to his. “Whatever this is between us, however you want to label it, it’s real. I don’t know about all the other stuff, but I know how I feel about you. You don’t ever have to worry about that.”

 His words caused relief to rush through you and you nodded, giving him a small smile. He returned it before pulling you closer to him and capturing your lips in a kiss. It was soft and affectionate, and his lips moved languidly against your own. All of your doubts left your mind and only one thing remained – the knowledge that you both belonged to one another, fully and irreversibly.

 And with both of your mating bites sitting proudly on your necks, showing that you had claimed one another, there was no way for anyone to either doubt or deny it.

 Next Work in this Series

Taglist:

@bking4000, @starsaroundmyscxrss​ (sorry but the tag wouldn’t work for one of you!

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#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes/reader #rick grimes x f!reader #alpha rick grimes #alpha!rick grimes x omega!reader #omega reader #fem reader #rick grimes fanfic #rick grimes smut #twd smut #twd fanfic #the walking dead fanfic #rick grimes/you #rick grimes x you

[grimesgirll]

sometimes you loathed sleeping in the middle just for the difficulty getting out of bed. if you were sandwiched between rick and daryl, then you had to peel their arms off - if you could manage to shrug off rick - and scootch to the end of the bed, using your arms even to bring yourself forward without making too much of a commotion.

“where’re you goin’, sweetheart?”

“bathroom.”

you send him a smile and peel his arm off once again to push off the bed and pad over to the en suite.

he’s all over you once you return to the bed and crawl on hands and knees back to your spot. before your head hits the pillow, rick’s hands are on you and wrapping around to lock you into his embrace.

rick needs you to sleep. you’re his soft, pliable paperweight. it’s just something you’ve picked up about the man. being the number one person he wanted in his arms flattered you. however, you weren’t prepared for how often rick took advantage of this access.

you’re choking back sweet moans once his two fingers breach your walls. you want to be shocked at the forwardness but rick knows you too well. instead, you’re grinding your hips back into him.

“you’re getting me all flustered again,” you mumble.

rick picks up the pace. “what? you don’t wanna cum all over my fingers before you go to bed?”

you nearly double into daryl hearing the sheriff’s words. “yes!”

“man, you’re keepin’ her up.”

rick clicks his tongue. “i don’t see her complainin’.”

you want to chime in with some smart comment but you’re too busy getting rick’s thick fingers jammed up your pussy.

“i don’t think you’ll be complainin soon enough.” rick remarks playfully to the other man. he lowers his lips to your ear. “wanna help us all sleep better, sweetheart?”

you shake your head sure.

next thing you know you’re on your hands and knees facing daryl. a hand in your hair guides you to his clothed cock.

“why don’t you show daryl how much you like us keepin’ you up?”

daryl sends you a look like he feels guilty that you’re freeing his pants instead of soundly sleeping but any remorse is gone once you flick your tongue against the side of his shaft.

rick lining himself up and subsequently knocking the wind out of you with a rocky thrust drives you right down daryl’s dick. you gag and daryl nearly jumps out of bed at the sudden feeling.

you feel like you’re being split open with rick ramming into you from behind. every thrust bounces you further up and down daryl’s cock. his hands find your braids. you braided your hair at night to lock in moisture not that rick didn’t love tugging on them so hard they unraveled.

stuffed to the hilt with cock, you’re finding it hard to think about anything else than the men pistoning you between them. all to sleep better. god knows they needed it though. the weight atlas had on his shoulders was nothing compared to what rick and daryl were saddled with.

at the very least, you could offer your ever accommodating pussy. it wouldn’t solve all of their problems but you could help.

and when they take such good care of you, how can you refuse?

circling back to your pleasure, rick reaches down to linger a finger or two strategically against your clit. you know it won’t be long for you once he maintains the same excruciating pace he liked to subject you to in order to get you coming twice on his cock; once to get started and once to finish him off.

after that, daryl would cum down your throat and bring you in for a heated kiss, nearly forcing you back into rick- still inside of you. eventually, rick’s pulling out to grab a soft towel to clean you off with while daryl lifts your hips for you so you can focus on his tongue between your teeth.

rick will bring over your favorite oversized sweatshirt of his to drown in. then you’ll be back, hugged to his chest.

daryl eventually rolls closer so you can lay your head on his chest. the position may require some reconfiguring as the night goes on but they’ll probably just shift you in your sleep so you don’t worry about it.

it won’t be long again until you’re waking up feeling needy or they are or you’re met with something hard beside you.

and this is why you love sleeping in the middle.

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[rickswh0r3]

Rick scenes where he's covered in blood with an ayesha erotica song

THIS SONG IS SO ATTRACTIVE 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

taglist : @itsgrimeytime @catt-leya @addicted2twd @starkstiless @blazemm98 @sinsandsweetness @bloodyglennrhee @grimesgobbler @murder-jacket @andrewstinkylinky @eternalrose81 @marlboro-reds-13 @dxrkymxrchy @nadiasgf @taylormarieee @loveforcarl

#something about bloody men #especially rick grimes #meowing and barking fr #this song is so hot #need him to bend me over and f me #the walking dead #rick grimes #andrew lincoln #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes x you #andrew lincoln smut #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes x female reader

[thewritersaddictions]

Kinktober 2023 Master List

Welcome to the 2023 Kinktober Master List

A/n- Don't interact if you're under the age of 18+. Read the tags for each post. This is all for fun. Reblog and like for this next year.

Word Count: 26,091 k

Kinktober 2023 Tag List Link

Day 1: Geralt R. + Marco/Mirco

Day 2: Billy H. + Titfucking

Day 3: Homelander + Hate Sex

Day 4: Soldier Boy + Prostitution

Day 5: Daryl D. + Sweat

Day 6: Steve R. + Frottage  

Day 7: Rick G. + Virginity (Pre-Outbreak) 

Day 8: Tony S. + Breeding

Day 9: Billy B. + Lacation/Stripping

Day 10: Damon S. + Praise Kink

Day 11: Spencer R. + Humiliation

Day 12: Stefan S. + Somnophila

Day 13: Thor O. + Size Diff

Day 14: Leon S. K. + Orgasm Denial

Day 15: Jill V. + Temperature Play

Day 16: Maggie G. + Public/Gags

Day 17: Steddie & Y/n + Threesome

Day 18: Yennefer + Spanking

Day 19: Hopper + Uniform

Day 20: Lady D. + Body Mode/Mind Control

Day 21: Ada W. + Panties /Lingerie

Day 22: Bucky B. + Thigh Sex

Day 23: Negan S. + 6/9

Day 24: Klaus M. + Toys

Day 25: Joel M. + Pregnancy

Day 26: Steve H. + Masturbastion

Day 27:  Albert W. + Double Penetration

Day 28: Aaron H. + Daddy, Body Worshipping

Day 29: Karl H. + Breathplay

Day 30: Elijah M. + Over Stimulation

Day 31: Eddie M. + Costumes

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#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #kinktok #rick grimes smut #lady dimitrescu smut #fem reader #female reader #gender neutral insert #strangers things #resident evil village #marvel x female reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x f!reader #thor x reader #bucky x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader #jill valentine x you #karl heisenberg x reader #solider boy x reader #billy butcher x reader #homelander x reader #etc

[itsmeatballworld]

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pairing | husband!rick grimes x wife!f!reader

summary | the Alexandria group throws a party to celebrate your marriage to Rick. But your husband can’t take his eyes off you. 

wc | 3.1k

warnings | SMUT so 18+ ONLY: p in v (wrap it irl), f!receiving fingering, handjob, rick has chest hair now, aftercare if you squint, & cursing

a/n | smutty smut for the Rick girlies [but don’t fight me he has chest hair in this fic idc]

part 2 of 2 [previous part]

It was a surprise party that neither of you wanted. The thought of having a big celebration and being forced to get dressed up and sip drinks over small talk with the entire community seemed tiring.

But here you are.

After Rick proposed, he planned to make dinner and eat with the kids, and at most, have the group over for an announcement.

But neither of you planned for the entire community.

Tara grinned, topping off a glass of amber liquid before handing it to Rick. “So! How’s the lovely couple?”

The two of you smiled at her. Rick’s hand slid to your waist, tugging you in close before splaying his fingers across your stomach.

“We’re good, Tara.”

“This was sweet of you to do,” you insist. “But like I said before it wasn’t necessary—“

“This is a big deal,” she squealed. “Like I’m impressed! You two made it official and shit.”

Rick's brows raised. He made a short sound like he was going to ask her something but you stopped him with a quick pinch at his back. “Uh, well, thanks again for putting this together with Carl.”

“And Michonne. Oh, Maggie helped with the food. Glenn said–”

You nod absentmindedly, spotting the katana wielding warrior woman off in the corner. She held a glass of wine and kept Maggie’s attention as they chatted about who knows what. Carl was off to the side with Enid, carrying Judith around with a wide smile. The rest of the group was mingling and chatting among the crowd, bouncing between the kitchen and living areas.

The house was one of many massive homes in Alexandria’s community. And this gem happened to belong to Rick, Carl, Judith, and you.

“Hey, Tara. Mind if I get my lovely wife a drink?”

He twisted the fabric of your dress. Rick’s other hand dug into your skin a bit more, running his callous fingers underneath the dress strap.

Your eyes widen at the contact. He knew what he was doing. And in public. You tried to move away from the contact, but the way his thumb and pointer fingers swirled little circles into the exposed skin made every inch of your body buzz with excitement.

Tara said something. Snapping your attention to her, you smiled. “Thanks again.”

“We’ll be right back.”

“Sure,” Tara turned to her right just as Rosita tried to slink away with a bottle of bourbon.

“Oo! Sharing is caring–” was all you heard from Tara before Rick led you away.

You felt bad to be so distracted tonight but Rick had that effect on you. He could just stand there, leaning on a table or propped against the doorway, and your brain would go fuzzy. All sense of self washed away and your mind was fixed on him. His stance was always wide and invasive, like he was expecting all eyes to fall on him. And they did.

Before you knew it, he turned down one of the opposite hallways. Head swinging back, you realized he was not taking you for a drink. The kitchen was to the left and not down the small hallway. You twisted back to Rick, eyeing him with a curious gaze.

“Where are we going? Drinks are back in the kitchen.”

Away from the party, away from most of the noise, he led you further through the house.

“Rick,” you huffed. “We can’t leave during the party.”

A sly smile crossed his face. “Yes we can.”

“We shouldn’t.”

“We should,” he motioned backwards towards the sounds of the party. “They don’t care.”

“I’m sure they do. They all put it together—“

“Nah. I’m making time for my girl.”

He trailed you down the hall of your home, scrubbing his newly shaven face for the tenth time tonight. He led you back to the last door, which happened to be the laundry room. Nowadays it was used for storage as the times of freshly laundered clothes were not a priority.

A yelp escaped your lips as the door shut. Complete darkness engulfed the room just before a tiny solar powered lamp light flickered to life by his feet.

Your husband’s bright blue eyes shone down on you as he soaked in every inch of your body that was on display. It was Rosita’s idea to put on the dress, not yours. And from the way his gaze changed, maybe you’ll be thanking her tomorrow.

Hands slowly trailed up to your waist and then pushed.

“Rick!” an excited squeal left your mouth as your back pressed to the door. His warm, soft lips already dragged across your collarbone. He ran his tongue across the soft spot between your neck and shoulder, gently trailing up to your jaw.

Between soft pecks, his voice rasped. “Did I mention how sexy you look?”

His lips brushed the corner of your mouth just as his fingers scrunched the dress fabric. Every inch of your skin buzzed at his touch as he lingered and dragged his mouth back to yours. You caved for a moment, following the push and pull of his lips.

“W-wait,” the words stumbled out as you pulled your lips from his. “The party–”

“‘Cause you look sexy.”

Your eyes dart to the door as Rick continues to leave a trail of hot kisses over your jaw. “Rick maybe we should wait until–”

“Fuckin’ beautiful.” His mouth hung open as he studied your lips. Then your eyes. He trailed his callous fingers across the jaw now peppered with kisses. Slowly, he dragged his thumb down to your collarbone.

A soft chuckle escaped him as his eyes softened. “I’m the luckiest man to have found you.”

And then the party slipped from your mind. It was just you and Rick, alone in the low light of the laundry room. Not a single soul mattered outside that door.

Then the softness behind his eyes slipped away as that deep seductive glare returned. “I said you looked sexy, right?”

There was a pause. You purse your lips, letting your fingers drop to his forearms. The fabric of his button up pushed to his elbows and you gently wedged your finger underneath it. He said you looked sexy, beautiful, and fucking perfect about a thousand times tonight. From the sultry stare and playful smirk, you knew Rick was playing a game.

So, you decided to play along.

“No.” An obvious lie.

He made a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue, “I didn’t?”

“Hm… not that I remember. No.”

“Well,” he whispered, “I think you look beautiful.” Rick dropped close, caging you against the door. It was hot the way he leaned over you, allowing your body to relax into his.

“Beautiful or sexy?” You smirked, “which is it, Mr. Grimes?”

There was little space between your bodies. He liked it like that. When you had to press further into him, to feel every inch of his toned body, it was paradise. At the same time he loved the way you squirmed under his touch. Begging for more.

His arms dropped, circling your hips until his palms curve and cup your ass.

“Jump.”

You did what you were told. He hoisted you up, sliding your butt across the top of the washing machine. There was no hesitation in his movements when Rick had a plan. And you quickly realized he was thinking about doing this all night. He couldn't keep his eyes off you. His body never left your side. He was stuck to your skin like glue.

His hands were already pulling the dress top down below your breasts when you adjusted your position. He spread your legs, running his palms up your thighs. The slow and calculated push of his fingers made you tremble.

The dress made it easy for him to make his way up to your panties. Wrapping around to scoop your ass in his hands, he pulled you tighter towards his body.

“Shit,” he murmured. “Look at what you do to me.” Your eyes dipped and noticed the tightness in the front of his jeans.

A whimper escaped your lips as Rick slowly dug his hips in. “Feel that?”

Your mouth opened but only a breathy sound came out.

He moved a bit harder, dragging his bulge against your pussy again. “I didn’t hear you.”

With more strength, you mustered a hum.

“What was that?” His smile was sweet but his tone was devilish. His hips pressed a bit harder.

A gasp escaped your lips as you were already aching for him. Slowly, you twisted against his touch to rub against his erection. Hot, twisting desire pulsed through your body as the ache between your legs intensified. Those blue eyes narrowed on your exposed body as he ran his hands up to your waist.

“Fuck.” He moaned, “I just want you all to myself.”

Maybe it was the burst of pleasure and excitement flowing through your veins that had you daring to push past breathless replies. Fighting the urge to whimper and give all the control now, you decided to toy with him.

Your hands flattened across his broad chest. One button released, then another. You skimmed your fingers down his sternum, far enough to grab the little tight curls of his chest hair. The super fine hair only runs across his upper chest and you knew it was his weakness.

You rolled your fingertips until you snagged the hair..

“You have me, Rick.” You spoke with force behind your voice this time.

You tugged again. Watching him, feeling him, gave you that tight fluttering in your lower belly. He scooted you closer just as his belt slipped away. He was fidgeting to not push down and fuck you right against the machine. But you wanted that. He took you all the way back here, propped you up on the washer, all for what? It was the middle of the party. Rick knew exactly what he was doing and there was no way you’d be walking out of this laundry without fucking your husband. It would be sacrilegious.

It’s your wedding night, after all.

You pulled one more time, watching him wither and grunt as you drew circles into his skin.

“So just remind me: you think I look beautiful?”

“Mhm. And sexy.”

“Really?” You roll your hips against his crotch and feel him tense. Rick dipped his head down and made a strangling moan. He was throbbing beneath his jeans now, begging to slide into your pussy. Rick lets out a breathy sound so you did it again. The flimsy underwear you wore dampened the more you rocked into him.

But when his hands latched onto your hips and it was over. The cat and mouse game and playfulness ended as quickly as it started. His lust-filled gaze lingered on your lips just as he unzipped his jeans.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his fingers reached beneath his pants, slowly working himself under the jeans. His brows scrunched at the forced contact, rolling his hand over the aching shaft once more. He was struggling to keep it together now, which was unusual for Rick.

So you reached down and squeezed his wrist.

“You wanna fuck me?” Your lips curl into a wicked smile. “Hm?”

He twisted and pumped himself over and over, watching as you couldn't take your eyes off him. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs to relieve the pressure building but he felt the motion and with one hand spread your legs further apart again.

Rick removed himself from his boxers, hiking his bottoms down to his ankles in one shove. You eagerly reached out for his cock, running a thumb across his swollen pink tip. He moaned, letting his lips fall back to your mouth. Hungry for more, each kiss was more passionate than the last. As you reached your other hand down to fully pump his cock, Rick leaned back. He watched with wide eyes before removing your hands.

Callous fingers pressed firm to your skin as he reeled you closer to his sturdy chest. “I’ve got a better idea.”

You opened your mouth to ask him the idea but was met with his wild stare.

“Wait.” His voice rasped, “stay still for me.”

One hand clamped down across your lips and his other hand slick with his own pre-cum twisted under your panties. “Think you can do that?”

A smile crept behind the heavy touch of his hand. His thick fingers spread you open before one then two fingers slowly enter you. “You’re soaking wet,” his lips press into your neck. “All for me.”

A gasping moan fell from your lips as his fingers curled inside you before spreading apart. You clutch his shoulders for support as Rick stretches you open again.

There was a fire behind those eyes that ignited the moment he closed that door. And you needed him. All the foreplay was pointless and you both realized it.

The next thing happened fast. You were spinning onto your side just as Rick quickly helped flip you entirely over. With your stomach pressed to the cold washing machine, Rick ran his palms down your exposed lower back.

“Wider.” You opened a bit more, trying to adjust to the angle just as he spat into his hand. The soft wet noises of Rick fisting himself echoed through the tiny room. Slick with his pre-cum and spit, he leaned further into your exposed pussy.

“Fuck.” Rick teases your opening before fully committing. With one swift motion, he grunts as he sinks down into your cunt. The force pushes you harder against the cold metal washer and your hands reach out to brace against the wall. The stretch was intense even with his prep before starting.

Slowly, he grinds his hips against your ass over and over until he finds the best pattern. Circling his hips, he curves and pushes down. The exasperated moan escapes your lips as he repeats the motion. It was a soft but dizzying rhythm as his hands pushed down against your lower back. You arched a little into the touch, pressing harder against the machine below.

“Atta girl,” he hummed as his hips pulled back slowly. He dragged his cock back inside before the rhythm picked up pace.

The soft mewling sounds escaped you without much thought. Between every thrust was a gasp for air as if Rick was somehow fucking the life out of you. He felt bigger in this position, digging so deeply inside your body. You loved the feeling of him stretching you but it was overwhelming. The pressure was intense and constant as he rolled his hips.

The edge of the washer applied just enough pressure against your aching clit as he rocked back and forth. Rick moaned, pulling out and slamming back in. “Oh, you like that. You like it when I take you like this.”

“Y-yes,” you gasp.

“God, you’re so tight and–”

He grunts, rutting up again and again. He lost track of the dirty talk, which you didn't mind. It was hot. He was so focused on you and how he felt inside you.

But his cock was relentless.

You could barely speak, whimpering as the ache between your legs pulses. It was working too well and now you were close. The tight coil of pleasure twists and snaps. Waves of bliss hit you like a brick wall, leaving you softly moaning along with his thrusts. Clenching around his length, you curse at the throbbing between your legs. He groans at the feeling, speeding up his now uncoordinated pace. He continues to fuck you through your pleasure, biting his tongue as his grunts mixed with the slick sounds of sex. Following your orgasm he spills himself inside you, lost in how you squeeze around his cock.

Out of breath and sweaty, Rick’s large hand wound its way up your back and squeezed your shoulder as he slams into you one last time.

He slid out of you after a few seconds of heaving breaths between the both of you. His groan was a mix of pleasure and exhaustion just as he bent over your body. He kissed your shoulder, then your back, moving the dress down to cover your ass.

As you shifted on the washing machine, Rick gently touched your thigh.

“Hold on.”

You heard him shuffle around behind you, but you were so high off the orgasm you were happy not to be moving yet. Then, soft fabric brushed against your butt and between your thighs. He cleaned you then helped as you twist around on the washer. When your heels hit the floor, Rick’s eyes lowered to your mouth. Dipping down, he planted a soft kiss. You smile just as he pulls back.

“Alright,” he murmured. “Should we…” He motioned to the door and you had a stark revelation. The party. The people. Your family.

Your face fell into your hands. “Oh god.”

“Hey.” Rick tipped your chin up. “Maybe nobody noticed.”

You didn’t want to burst his delusional bubble but it was almost certain someone noticed or heard something. With how he fucked you, it was dumb to think nobody heard the washer hitting the wall. Or Rick slamming against you.

So you gave him a weak smile. “Right.”

The door opened enough for you to slide outside. Nobody was waiting outside with disapproving glances or knowing smiles, which would have been horrific. Rick followed behind, slowly shutting the door.

The soft sound of people still laughing and talking off in the distance echoed down the narrow hallways. You couldn't help but sigh in relief. With a goofy smile, you reached up and softly kissed your husband’s lips. At least nobody saw or heard that you both were–

“Fly’s open,” Daryl murmured as he appeared from nowhere. He passed on his way down the hall, nodding to you both. He tossed a pack of cigarettes up in the air, catching them, and pushed open the backyard’s patio door. “Boring party.”

And Daryl was gone.

With lips in a tight line, you waited for the other pin to drop but hoped he was the only one that saw you two doing the walk of shame.

Biting your lip, you slip in front of Rick just as the short sound of his zipper closing echoed in the empty hall.

You cleared your throat. “Back to the party?”

Completely unbothered, Rick leaned into your side, sliding his arm around your waist.

“Lead the way, Mrs. Grimes.”

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To the end and back | Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Chapter twenty five | not strong enough

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Warnings - kidnapping, mentions of guns, mentions of murder, normal twd warnings

Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

(A/N) - it’s finally here! A few weeks ago I proposed the idea of the governor being readers estranged father, there were mixed feelings about it. I hint at it in this chapter but don’t explicitly say that he is her dad so if you guys don’t like it then I can just scrap it. Also this is a long one.

'Made to suffer.'

season 3 ep 8

Upon arriving in the town, the sun had already set, and the night welcomed the crickets' chirps. The town was fortified by a towering gate, manned by a pair of vigilant guards who took turns keeping watch. We crouched behind a parked car, peering through the darkness as the male guard patrolled back and forth, his eyes scanning the night for any signs of danger. The stillness of the air was only broken by the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. Rick peers out from behind a few bushes to see what we are dealing with before taking a few steps back and crouching down.

Rick's voice was hushed as he handed his rifle to Oscar. "Alright, we need to downsize," he said, his eyes scanning the vicinity. Daryl nodded in agreement. "Ain't no way we're gonna check in all them buildings," he muttered, his eyes fixed on the numerous structures in front of them. "Not with all them guards there," he added, his tone heavy with concern. Suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping echoed in the silence, causing all three men to turn in alarm. Their hearts racing, they held their breath, waiting to see what had caused the noise. It was Michonne, stepping on a dry twig. Michonne mouths something to the three men before slowly retreating. All three of their hearts are beating a mile a minute. I can almost hear them. Rick takes a deep breath before saying, "Alright, let's go."

As we approached the town, we searched for a way to enter without being noticed. After scouting the area, we discovered an unguarded opening in the fence surrounding the town. With cautious steps, we made our way into the exterior unused area of the town, careful not to attract any unwanted attention. As we crept towards the building where Michonne had been held captive during her stay at Woodbury, our hearts raced with anticipation and fear. Rick thinking that the people who had taken Glenn and Maggie might reuse that room for them decided we should check in there first. coincidently that building also led into the main area of the town, so if Glenn and Maggie aren't there, we can just sneak out into the main area of the town and look around for them there.

The building or well room we got into is dark and quiet, there's no sign of anyone or any signs that anyone had been inside recently.

"This is where you were held?" Rick asks Michonne as we slowly make our way through the room. "I was questioned." Michonne corrects rick. "Any idea where else they could be?" Rick asks, brows furrowing as he looks around for any clues that Glenn and Maggie might have even stepped foot in the room.

Daryl is the first to make it to the front of the building. He drags the flowery patterned curtain back to peer through the window. Although I could not see what Daryl was seeing, I could hear people outside. There were hushed conversations and heavy footsteps along the pavement. Michonne had mentioned a curfew for safety. But there were too many voices and footsteps to only belong to guards. "I thought you said there was a curfew?" Daryl hisses as he turns back towards Michonne. we expected no people to be walking the streets of Woodbury right now so we could sneak out with little to no people seeing us. "The street is packed during the day. Those are stragglers."

"If anyone comes in here, we're sitting ducks. We gotta move."

My heart is racing as I can't shake the thought of finding Glenn dead or not finding him at all. What would I do if he was gone? How would I be able to go on with my life without feeling immense amounts of guilt while experiencing life without him? How would I go about life without him? Who would I talk to? Who would I stay up all night with?

"They could be in his apartment," Michonne suggests. they could, but would this governor guy want two people he had just kidnapped in his apartment? And wouldn't he have to drag both of them through this town during broad daylight when everyone was packing the streets? He'd want to go through the back entrances. Keep them in unused areas while torturing or killing them. So none of the residents heard, saw, or suspected anything. "Yeah, what if they ain't?" Daryl asks as he pushes himself off of the wall he had been leaning on and towards Michonne. he's trying to be threatening I can hear it in his voice.

"Then...we'll look somewhere else," She responds in a nonchalant manner, as if the situation wasn't a big deal, like she's trying to help us find a lost pair of shoes instead of missing people."You said you could help us," I say, placing both hands on my hips. Anger and anxiety are bubbling up in my chest. Tears have been threatening to fall in my eyes ever since I found out Glenn and Maggie were taken, and right now, I just can't think straight.

"I'm doing what I can," As she responded, her face contorted in frustration, her brows furrowing deeply and her eyes squinting. I could feel my trust in her slowly slipping away with every word she spoke. "Then where in the hell are they?" Oscar asks. As if he has known Glenn and Maggie for years. He blended in seamlessly with the group. If he doesn't end up like his friends, he'd be amazing in our group, but it doesn't seem like that'll happen. He's a team player, easy to get along with, and a good man all around.

Rick mutters a quiet "hey" before signaling for us to follow him. The three of us follow him, leaving Michonne by herself. "If this goes sound, we're cutting her loose," Rick whispers. I shove my hands far into my pockets. I didn't have any negative or positive opinions about Michonne. She seemed nice, but a lot of people seemed nice before they stabbed us in the back. Shane did, and we did not want a repeat of Shane, never again. So now we're cautious it's not just Michonne, it's with everyone because of Shane. someone can act like the nicest person ever and have the worst of intentions.

"You think she's leading us into a trap?" Oscar asks. I didn't think so. She didn't seem like the type of person to do anything like that, especially to a group with more women and children than adult men. She didn't even seem like the type to live in a place like that, especially with the way she fought off walkers. There's no way. She had to live on the road for the majority of the outbreak to have that kind of agility and technique. "Right now, it's the blind leadin' the blind. Let's split up," Daryl mutters. a knock at the front door scares the shit out of all of us. We all jump as all our heads snap towards the door. We all scatter behind a wall. My heart beats fast against my chest as I hear the sound of keys jangling before the door gets unlocked and pushed open.

"I know you're in here," I hear a deep male voice with a Southern accent boom through the once-silent building. "I saw ya movin' from outside," the man shouts as his footsteps begin to get louder. "Alright, now. You're not supposed to be in here, and you know it." my breathing begins to pick up as he gets closer and closer. I'm terrified that he'll find us, terrified of what he'll do to us once he finds us. I feel an all too familiar hand press itself flush against my mouth. "Hush, it'll be alright" Daryl mutters against the shell of my ear.

"who's in here?" the man crosses the threshold, entering into the area we are hiding in. Right as the man's footsteps pass the curtain wall we are hiding behind, Rick jumps out at him, pinning the man against the wall with a grunt. The man yelps out in pain, but it's instantly met with Rick's hushed but equally scary voice muttering, "Shut up! Get on your knees. " The man has no time to say or do anything before he's thrown to the ground forcefully by Rick as both Oscar and Daryl walk out from behind Rick. "Hands behind your back," Rick says as he points a gun at the man's face.

Rick looks up at Daryl and instructs him, "Zip, tie him," as the man quickly throws his hands behind his back. The sound of a zip tie tightening around the man's hands is heard, while Rick whispers, "Where are our people?" and keeps his gun pointed at the man. The man has a shocked yet terrified look on his face as he yelps out, "I don't know! I don't know!" Rick pulls the man closer harshly. "You are holding some of our people. Where the hell are they?!"

Even with the gun pointed at the man's face, and Rick's harsh tone, the man continues to insist that he does not know where Glenn and Maggie are. "I don't know!" the man cries out. Rick gives up, realizing that the man doesn't know. rick lowers the gun. "Open your mouth. "Rick then shoves a rag into the man's mouth as the man struggles and grunts through the homemade gag. Daryl then takes his cross bow knocking the man in the back of the head so hard he falls onto the ground. 

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The sounds of screams outside take our attention away from the most likely dead man. Rick cracks the front door open before peering out. I make out the all too familiar golden blaze of a fire outside, casting a glow-like light into the room. Rick slips out before the rest of us follow suit. With all the commotion outside, no one noticed or cared that there was a group of people with guns and a crossbow walking around outside. No one even questioned us. Every person we saw was running, screaming, or crying too much to even want to notice us. We start with off-limits areas and doors that look like they don't belong in this place.

As we stepped into the dimly lit building, a musty smell hit our nostrils. The walls were coated with grime and the floors looked like they hadn't been moped in a decade, and dust floated around the room freely. It was the kind of place that seemed to have been forgotten by time. But as we made our way through the labyrinthine corridors, we couldn't believe our luck when we stumbled upon the exact area we were searching for. It was a scene straight out of a crime thriller - dingy and dangerous, but somehow thrilling at the same time. As soon as we entered, a man was holding the largest gun I had ever seen. He didn't look like someone who was just a resident here. There was no way he was just a resident because Michonne had explained how only staff could carry weapons (guards, governor, right-hand men, and etc.). We quickly press ourselves against the wall as the man begins to walk away. 

We all breathed a sigh of relief as the man's heavy footsteps gradually receded. We hastily got up and ran towards another wall, one that had a window placed in a corner uncomfortably. The window was covered in a thick layer of grime, as if it had been neglected for years. The dirt and dust particles had accumulated to such an extent that it was almost impossible to see through it. Even the slightest ray of light that managed to penetrate the filthy surface was distorted, creating a distorted and hazy vision of what lay beyond the window. Fortunately, we could still see the hazy silhouettes of the men who paced around. 

I almost jump when a raspy, all too familiar voice cuts through the air like a sharp kitchen knife. A voice I hadn't heard in almost a year, a voice I thought belonged to a dead man. I know it scares Daryl too, because of the look on his face. The shock, the confusion, that man was supposed to be a dead man. But Merle Dixon was the strongest man Daryl had ever known. He said it himself, but there was no way he could've survived out there bleeding out with only one hand. After we came back from the city, Merle completely left our minds. Not only because there were more important things happening then, but also because we thought he had died. Even though we assumed Merle had stolen our truck, we also assumed he died somewhere along the way because he never showed back up at the camp to see if his little brother maybe wanted to come with him. 

I knew about their original plan, to steal everything we had and skip town. Daryl had told me sometime between the farm fire, and this spring. He felt guilty, especially then, because of how close he had gotten to all of us in the group. After learning about that, I was sure that Merle had died. If he hadn't, he would have certainly come looking for Daryl. but he didn't.  

"We hear the group of men inside the room starting to exit." "shit" Rick grumbles as he stands up, taking out some type of bomb before tossing it and sprinting away, we follow suit sprinting into the shadows as the men begin filing out of the room. As I stand still, I can hear the sound of men's voices from afar. Suddenly, the air fills with smoke, and amidst the chaos, I can hear their yelps and curses. The smoke screen is our chance to approach them without being seen. We move towards them, quietly and cautiously, as the thick smoke continues to obscure their vision.

Coughing, hacking, and shouts of 'shit', 'fuck', and 'what the fuck just happened' are all we hear as we approach the door with guns out, ready to shoot. As we sprinted into the room, most of the men were too busy doubled over from coughing to even notice us. We quickly grabbed Glenn and Maggie and made our escape. Narrowly escaping the men's bullets as we ran away. As I glance over at Glenn, my attention is immediately drawn to his missing shirt and blood-covered face, not to mention the yellowish tone of forming bruises.

-

 Glenn is struggling to walk, relying mostly on Rick as we hurry down the mostly deserted streets of Woodbury. However, we realize that we're taking a risk by running around in the open, so we opt to take shelter in an empty storefront. Daryl's in first crossbow out as he clears the room. With a sudden and unexpected motion, Glenn lost his balance and tumbled down onto the ground, landing with a thud almost immediately. Maggie and I are crouched down next to Glenn. now I can get a better look at him, the puffy look on one eye, the blood trickling out of his mouth; the blood smeared over his torso, his knuckles that are cracked and bleeding. I immediately grab his hand, squeezing it affectionately as I ask, "Are you alright?" he smiles weakly as he mumbles, "I'm fine...promise."

"Ain't no way out back here," Daryl says as I hear his footsteps make their way back up towards us. "Rick, how did you find us?" Maggie asks, turning back, so she's facing Rick. Rick ignores Maggie's question as he walks over to us. "How bad are you hurt?" Glenn grunts "I'll be alright" he didn't look it. Maggie's the first to bring attention to the fact that Michonne hadn't followed us into the building and just up and disappeared. "where's that woman?" looks around, searching around the room for Michonne. 

"She was right behind us." Rick pulls back the sheet covering the window to scan outside for Michonne, his face illuminated by the golden glow of the fires. "Maybe she was spotted." "Want me to go look for her?" Daryl volunteers himself as he begins to walk towards Rick. "NO," Rick states as he lets go of the sheet, letting it fall back into place. "We gotta get them out of here. She's on her own." Michonne had no ties to us, no bond, so if she got split up from our group, it didn't matter. "Daryl...this was Merle," Glenn grunts out as Maggie tends to his wound the best she can. 

The moment I heard this was Merle. I wanted to kill someone because why the hell would he do this? I knew Merle was a bad guy, but I didn't realize how bad until now. How could he do this to Glenn? Hell, if he just wanted to know if his brother was okay, I'm sure Glenn would've told him Daryl was okay. 

Despite hearing him before we stumbled upon Glenn and Maggie, Daryl was in a state of disbelief. He couldn't come to terms with the fact that what we heard was true. Daryl wanted to hang onto the little hope he had that his brother could've known nothing about anything the governor was doing. But deep down, Daryl had a keen understanding that Merle was not one to blindly follow the crowd. He was a man of his own mind. Daryl knew that Merle wouldn't simply act without considering his own rightful opinions. And this was right up his alley. Even back before at the quarry, it was completely out of character for him to join a group like ours. That's why he was never at camp. He was always out doing his own thing. Our camp was simply a place he could rest his head some nights and score a free meal here and there until he would've gone and stolen all our stuff leaving us for dead. 

"It was him. He did this," Glenn adds as he leans forward, letting Maggie wrap a zip-up around his body. Daryl's brows are furrowed with confusion as Rick asks, "You saw him?" Glenn nods, shoving his arms through the armholes of the sweater "face to face. He threw a walker at me; he was going to execute us." Daryl, with a hint of nervousness, takes a few hesitant steps forward. His stuttered words escape his lips as he attempts to voice his question. "S-so my brothers this governor?" Maggie shakes her head. "No, it's somebody else. Your brother's his lieutenant or something." 

"Does he know I'm still with ya?" Daryl's knuckles go white as he tightens his grip around the crossbow, its weight heavy in his hands. He points the weapon downward as he speaks. "He does now. Rick, I'm sorry. We told him where the prison was. We couldn't hold out." With regret in his voice, Glenn whispers softly as Rick kneels beside him. Meanwhile, I rummage through my bag, trying to find something that might be helpful to treat his wounds or at least prevent infection. "no. no need to apologize." Before I can even look up to make eye contact with Rick, he's bolting off towards the window. 

Finally, I found a roll of gauze and some antibiotic ointment to apply to Glenn's hands in hopes that his gashed open knuckles wouldn't get infected. "Let me see your hands," I whisper. I grasped Glenn's left hand gently, feeling his fingers curl around mine. He looked at me with a wince as I brought his hand closer to my face, inspecting the extent of his injuries. The skin on his palm was grazed and raw, with minor cuts and bruises scattered across his knuckles. "I'm fine y/n" he mutters as I squeezed a glob of ointment onto his knuckles. "I don't want it to get infected," With a gentle touch, I glide my index finger along the length of his knuckles. As I do so, I make sure that the ointment covers the affected areas evenly.

"They're gonna be looking for us."

Glenn grimaces in agony as he tilts his head back, shutting his eyes tightly. I take the rolled gauze and begin wrapping it around his knuckles a few times before tearing it free from the roll and keeping it in place with a little bit of medical tape. I repeat the same process on his other hand before packing my supplies back into my bag.

"We have to get back," Rick declares as he turns his body away from the window. "Can you walk?" Rick rises back to his feet and walks over to Glenn. "We got a car a few miles out." Glenn grunts as he begins to push himself up. "I'm good." we all help Glenn to his feet. All of us holding onto him for a few extra seconds as we let him get his balance back.

"Hey, if Merles around, I need to see him," Daryl says standing in front of Rick as if he was intending to block him from leaving. We needed to leave now before someone found us. And seeking out Merle, who we just learned is some type of right-hand man to the governor. Who even knows if Merle even cares that Daryl's his brother anymore, he could snatch us all up and take us to this governor guy without even thinking twice.

Rick leans in close to Daryl. His words are harsher than usual when speaking to Daryl. "Not now. We're in hostile territory." It seems like Daryl didn't understand the dangerous situation we were in, and all he heard was to leave his brother behind again. "he's my brother, I ain't-" Daryl is getting on Rick's nerves and it's obvious from the look on his face when he hisses, "Look at what he did!" at Daryl. "Look, we gotta- we gotta get out of here now. " Again, the harsher tone doesn't work. "Maybe I can talk to him, maybe I can work this out." Rick's gaze meets mine, and his expression speaks volumes. It's saying, "Talk some sense into your boyfriend." I nod as I reach for Daryl's hand. He turns, brows furrowed. "D it's not a good idea," I say as I lace my fingers through his "Th-this is my brother we're-" 

"I know I understand that but we gotta get home look at Glenn he can barely fucking walk d" I whisper, he shakes his head as he pushes my hand away from his. "no...no ya know damn well if this was yer fuckin' brother-" When he brings up my brother it lights a fire in me, a fire that can't be blown out no matter what. he can't just compare his brother to mine like that, he can't just bring him up in a conversation like he knew him. He knows damn well if my brother did what he did to Glenn, I wouldn't be running to forgive him, to find him, to hug him, and tell him everything was alright even though he almost killed two people who we all considered family at this point.

 "No, don't bring up my brother because you know I wouldn't be defending him like he's a fucking saint if he did something like this-" he sees the rage and immediately begins to backtrack "No-I no I didn' mean it like that," I take a deep breath preparing myself for whatever was about to come out of my mouth "D you aren't thinking straight we don't have time for you to run off and find merle" I grab his hands squeezing them tight between mine "We need you what if something happens when you're gone, huh? We've got 2 hurt people with us. Without you, we might not make it back to the car. " He sighs, eyes flicking between each one of us before muttering a quiet "Fine."

-

Daryl tosses one of Rick's grenades outside, where it sizzles and pops on the pavement. As smoke clouds around it, we run out the door with guns drawn. Unfortunately, we're immediately spotted by some men standing on top of some buses. One shone their flashlight towards us and shouts, "there they are!" before the pops and bangs of gunfire began to ring through my ears.  

Rick somehow manages to shoot one man on top of the buses, causing him to tumble backward off of the bus. As the chaos ensued, we frantically searched for a safe place to hide. Finally, our eyes caught sight of a sturdy wall. Without a second thought, we darted towards it, our hearts pounding with fear. We leaned against the wall, gasping for air as we reloaded our guns. "How many?!" Rick shouts over the gunfire. "I didn't see!" Oscar shouts back. "don' matter. There's gonna be more of'em. we need to move."

"Any grenades left?" Rick asks, while Daryl rummages through a bag. Daryl nods affirmatively while humming and responds with a simple "uh-huh". Rick rises to his feet as he says, "Get 'em ready. We gotta gun into the wall." Maggie and I cautiously take turns peering out from our hiding spot behind the wall, aiming our guns and firing off a few rounds before quickly ducking back into cover. "you guys go ahead. I'm gonna lay down some cover fire." 

"No, we gotta stay together." Maggie counters as she presses her back against the wall behind her. "Too hairy. I'll be right behind ya." Maggie cautiously peeks out from behind the wall, firing a few shots before quickly retreating back to cover. It's unclear whether any of the shots hit their targets, but even if they didn't, it could still help if anyone was trying to make their way towards us.

"Ready!" Daryl, who was hiding behind the wall, suddenly pops out and throws the grenade before we continue on our way. In a tense standoff, Daryl finds refuge behind a bench while he trades bullets with the governor's men, who are positioned behind the bench opposite of him. Who am I even following? I don't even know at this point I'm running around shooting at people I don't even know if I'm supposed to be shooting at then...

click, click, click.

"Fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck!" I frantically rummage through my bag, my heart pounding in my chest. My fingers search through the contents, hoping to feel the reassuring weight of extra ammunition. Thinking about it, maybe I shouldn't have stopped where I was to look for ammo, but when your mind is racing and there are five different things in your head, you don't even think about the possibility of getting shot while looking for ammo.

I didn't even feel the bullet as it grazed the side of my torso. It felt like someone tapped me, not like an entire bullet was almost about to fly through my torso. I only notice when blood begins to bleed into my tank top, staining the pure white a dark crimson red. "shit! shit! Shit!" I shout as I run for the first place I see to take cover.

I collapsed onto the ground next to Daryl with a loud sigh. "fuck" I let out an irritated grunt as I leaned back against the hard bench. The dull ache in my back was only slightly alleviated by the cool metal surface. Suddenly, a voice interrupted my thoughts. "Are ya alrigh'?" he asked, concern etched on his face. I sighed and lifted my shirt, revealing the deep wound that was now oozing blood.

The wound is long and takes up at least half of the side of my torso in the elongated shape of a bullet. "Yeah, it just grazed me," I mutter as I begin to dig through my bag for the rolled-up gauze I had earlier. "ya sure?" he asks as he continues to shoot at the other men. "Yeah, just need to get it wrapped up," I say as my fingers graze over the cold metal of the stupid ammunition. 

Finally, I find the gauze and dress my wound with a few pieces of gauze pads before wrapping the rolled gauze around my torso and keeping it all in place with a little bit of medical tape. I hear Maggie shout "Daryl!" as Daryl's reloading. my chest is heaving as I try to catch my breath. Although I had felt zero pain earlier when the bullet had grazed me, I was somehow feeling it all right now. "Go!"

"ya need to go now. I'll be right behind ya just go" I gently placed my hand on his arm. The touch was subtle yet firm, as if to signal him to stop talking. "Yeah, yeah I will just one second I need to catch my breath" Gasping for breath, I let out a faint whisper as I clutch my aching side with my left hand. "they're bout to leave ya go; you can catch your breath once yer over that fence go!" As I push myself up from the ground, a low grumble escapes my lips, like a heavy groan resonating through my chest. I take a deep breath to steady myself and start sprinting towards the buses, my feet pounding against the pavement with each step.

I was just about to climb up to the roof of the bus When I spun around just in time to catch a glimpse of Daryl being forcefully dragged away by a group of men. They had a tight grip on his shoulders, and I could see the fear in his eyes as he struggled to free himself from their grasp. "Shit! shit," I mutter under my breath as I pull my once-discarded gun out of my bag and reload it with the ammo I had found earlier.

"What is it?" Maggie, who is leaning over the other side of the fence ready to help me, asks. "They took Daryl," I say as I hop off of the front of the bus. "No! y/n don't! we'll find him later!" Maggie shouts as I head back towards the bench, taking out several of the governor's men who attempt to attack me. "I don't have time for later. I'll meet you guys back at the car!" 

 I pick up Daryl's crossbow that had been discarded on the ground along with the gun he had, and a few bolts. I scanned my surroundings, desperately trying to figure out which way the men who had taken Daryl had gone. With Daryl's crossbow in my hand, I loaded a bolt into the bow and started to follow their trail. My heart was pounding in my chest as I ran down the pavement, dodging panicked Woodbury residents running in the opposite direction. I could hear their screams and shouts, but I had no idea what was happening. Every single resident of Woodbury seemed to be heading in the same direction, as if drawn by some invisible force.

My thoughts are interrupted when I run into a man who is much taller than me. He seems much calmer and more relaxed than everyone else, including me. "Shit, I'm sorry, I did-" 

"y/n?" I looked up with furrowed brows, surprised that the man knew my name. I was shocked to see him, as I had thought he had died months ago. His face was more stubbly than the last time I saw him, and there was a long scar that stretched across the length of his left cheek. "Jack? I thought-" 

As his gaze travels up and down my body, he seems surprised. "I didn't realize you lived here," he says, and I can see his eyes lingering on the myriad of scars that now decorate my skin. Each one tells a story of the daily battles I've faced, the trauma, the pain, and the death. "no-no I don't um your people they- they um took my friend, and I-" his eyes widen as the realization of who I'm with sets in. I'm baffled. He's supposed to be dead. I watched as walkers swarmed him. How'd he even get out of that? I waited days, if he somehow survived that why didn't he come back? Did he just assume I had died? Or did he just decide it was for the best to leave me for dead?

"you're the terrorists," he whispers. I shake my head, muttering quietly "NO, no... you don't understand you-your governor they-they took my friend and we're here to get him back we-we didn't mean for all this to happen." I'm feeling a sense of frustration and exasperation as I find myself trying to explain myself. "A-and now they took my boyfriend, and I can't leave without him...can you help me?" I don't even think to censor myself when referring to Daryl as my boyfriend being so rushed and frantic. I didn't even think about how he'd react to me being with another man. 

"Wait- wait...wait boyfriend?" my eyes widen in fear before choosing to deflect "Please Jack" I plead as I grab onto his arm. He sighs, whispering, "Fine, okay. Where did they go?" My heart raced as panic set in - I frantically scanned my surroundings, but to no avail. The memory of the path they had taken had completely escaped me. "Where are you going? Maybe they're taking him there." 

-

We end up in an area that kind of resembles a high school football field. It's small, with two sets of bleachers on each side, and it's lit up by a few large torch-like things. We're hidden behind the bleachers, hoping that no one will see us. The immediate surroundings are abuzz with the chatter of what seems to be a significant portion of Woodbury's population.

People are engrossed in conversation, speculating about the events that led them to this place and the reasons behind them. "Where do you and your group live?" Jack asks. I sigh, turning my head so I can make eye contact with him. "a prison," I reply before turning back around so I can keep a lookout for the governor or Daryl. he lets out a quiet "oh" before going on to his next question. "So, how many are there? y'know in your group?" I roll my eyes; did he have to ask this many questions? "Like 10 I dunno-"

When a brunette man with gauze wrapped around his head creating an eye patch walks in, everyone shuts up. It's a face that I could easily recognize in a crowd of people. This face has been etched in my memory for as long as I can remember. The last time I saw him, he was younger, with fewer wrinkles and scars on his face. "That's your governor?"

"What can I say?" he throws his arms out in defeat. "hasn't been a night like this since the walls were completed. And I thought we were past it," he swallows hard before continuing "past the days when we all sat, huddled scared in front of the TV during the early days of the outbreak. The fear we all felt then, we felt it again tonight." he pauses for a few seconds before he says, "I failed you." in a quiet tone. "I promised to keep you safe" he chuckles as he pivots his body a bit so it's facing the other set of bleachers "hell, look at me" he wipes at his mouth as he walks a few steps forward "You know, I-I should tell you that well be okay, that were safe. That tomorrow we'll bury our dead and endure, but won't, because I can't because I'm afraid."

 There are a few gasps in the crowd like it was so mind-boggling that their precious, brave, strong leader could be afraid of a group with more women and children than men. "that's right. I'm afraid of terrorists who want what we have. Want to destroy us! And worse...because of one of those terrorists...is one of our own." the crowd murmurs questions, and speculations about who this 'terrorist' is. He turns before pointing at Merle, who stands just a few feet behind him. "Merle..." the crowd gets louder with gasps.

Merle's brows are furrowed tightly as he stares at the governor's eyes filled with betrayal. "The man I counted on the man I trusted." one of the governor's other men places a gun against merles back, "he led'em here!" the crowd gasps "and he late in," Another one of his men takes merles weapons from his pockets as the governor begins walking towards merle. "It was you! You lied. Betrayed us all. Then, in the distance, someone with a sack on their head is led toward the arena. As they get close, I can make out the figure. The bigger muscles, the black vest, its Daryl. merle is pushed forward towards the governor. 

Daryl is struggling as he is pushed further and further towards the governor. "This is one of the terrorists!" the governor takes hold of Daryl's bicep and pulls Daryl towards him before ripping the sack off of Daryl's head. "Merle's own brother!" the governor circles Daryl like a bird circles its prey before he shouts, "What should we do with them! Huh?!" from the crowd a man shouts "Kill 'em!" which is followed by a bunch more shouts to 'kill them!!'

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Possession (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

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Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Summary: After catching another alpha making unwanted advances on you, Rick makes the younger man watch as he claims you all over again, showing that you are indisputably his. 

Set in the early Alexandria days (s5).

A light sequel to my other story, ‘the Claim’, but this can be read independently.

A/N: If you haven’t read ‘the Claim’, basically Reader is Hershel’s daughter but can be read as any race (as in you can picture her as adopted etc.).

If you have read it, then just note that Lori still died giving birth to Judith, making Shane completely lose his sanity and he’s no longer around either (the reason why can be left up to your imagination). Like in the show, Rick has adopted Judith as his own and you both act as her parents but that is only mentioned and doesn’t play any serious role in this oneshot.

I’m really unsure about this one because the scenario is pretty fucked up lmao but hopefully it’s not complete and utter trash 😅

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, there’s some non-consensual kissing and touching from an original male character, Rick being feral, dominant, possessive and a little bit dark, submissive reader, smut, brief orgasm delay/denial, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, Rick and reader are true mates, reverse-voyeurism I guess? Since Rick is literally getting off by making someone else watch... reader is female and wears traditionally female clothing.

Word Count: 3,989

Dividers by: @newlips​ + @cafekitsune​

Rick couldn’t help but feel uneasy and keep his guard up in the early days after arriving in Alexandria. After losing the farm and then later the prison, it was only natural that the whole group felt on edge. It felt too good to be true and it reminded him a little of Woodbury, making him wonder if Alexandria was also putting up some kind of front.

 Ultimately though, Rick wanted it to be everything it presented itself as, because the group needed a win after the hell they’d all been through. So, Rick was determined to try and make it work; and he knew that he could eventually – at least once he put a certain alpha in his place.

 It hadn’t escaped his attention how a younger alpha kept hanging around you, his omega. It bothered him, deep down, that the other man was closer to you in age and the way he made you laugh and smile with whatever stupid things he was saying.

 But Rick knew that the interactions were just friendly on your part. Your eyes had never strayed in all the time you’d been together, but that didn’t subdue the possessiveness he felt over you. The problem was the other alpha, Dylan, and the clear interest he had in you, despite you being claimed by Rick long ago.

 The way he touched you – light brushes against your skin that could have easily been explained away as an accident, but Rick knew it was much more than that – it made his blood boil. Rick had seen you grow uncomfortable more than once, but your new job, assigned to you by Deanna, meant that you would have to work closely with the other alpha. He didn’t like it, but he knew that he had nothing solid to prove that Dylan was doing anything wrong. At least not yet.

 His irritation only got worse when he came back to the house you’d been given, early in the evening one day after he’d been discussing things with Deanna. Because the first thing he saw was Carol, holding Judith, and no sign of you. The two of you had adopted the little girl as your own after Lori’s death, so the fact that you weren’t the one looking after her was out of the ordinary. His eyes scanned the rest of the living room, but you were nowhere to be found and it set him on edge.

 “She went off to help someone,” the beta woman told him calmly, sensing his uneasiness.

 “Who?” He grit out, already knowing the likely answer.

 “Dylan,” she replied with a hint of trepidation, knowing he wouldn’t like it. “Wanted some advice on that wild horse that was brought in.”

 It was a logical reason to ask for your help, since you had plenty of experience with horses due to growing up on the farm. Not to mention the fact that Dylan was in charge of looking after any livestock in Alexandria and you were tasked with working alongside him. But Rick knew there had to be an ulterior motive on the other alpha’s part, so he didn’t even say another word to Carol before he turned and headed back out the door in search of you. 

You were in the stables of Alexandria, stroking along the nose of the wild, yet beautiful mare that had been successfully captured, trying to calm it as it grew restless in its stall.

 “I’ll try to spend some time with her every day,” you told Dylan, your attention still on the mare. “Gain her trust first before we try to do anything with her.”

 “Thanks, Y/N,” the young alpha replied, moving closer to you.

 His arm brushed against yours and you tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling growing inside of you. You turned to face him and tried to put some distance between you both, but he just kept coming closer.

 “You know,” he said, getting right up in your space. “It’s gonna be really nice having you around here to help.”

 “Uh… thanks?” You replied, dread filling you at the way he wouldn’t stop coming closer and closer.

  “And it’s just an added bonus that you’re easy on the eyes,” he continued, looking you up and down.

 He had backed you up against the nearest wall and now his scent was all around you. It was suffocating and unpleasant, because it wasn’t Rick’s familiar and comforting scent. The fear just grew inside you at the lack of your alpha’s presence.

 “Dylan... Rick will lose it if he hears you say something like that,” you warned, knowing better than anyone just how protective your alpha could be.

 “That old man?” He scoffed, causing anger to rise within you. “What’s he gonna do?”

 Dylan pressed his body against yours and you struggled, trying to move away, but he took hold of your arms and pinned you in place.

 “Come on, Omega,” he tried to convince you and you hated the way that word sounded coming from his mouth. “You need a real Alpha. One who can keep up with you.”

 If only he knew… you thought to yourself, thinking that you were the one usually left exhausted as you tried to keep up with Rick’s stamina.

 “What?” You asked, with annoyance, trying to mask your discomfort. “Someone like you? Give me a break…”

 “Don’t worry,” he snarled, his face so close that you were forced to look him in the eye. “I’ll make you forget him. I’ll make it so the only name you remember is mine.”

 “Seriously,” you fought against him again. “Just cut it out. You don’t want to see him angry.”

 “You reek of him,” was Dylan’s only response.

 “What do you expect? He’s my mate.”

 “That’s never stopped me before,” he grinned.

 He pushed his hips against you so that you could feel how excited he was by the idea. It only repulsed you and made you turn your head away in disgust.

 “Please, don’t do this…” you pleaded with him, truly scared now as you realised the full depth of his intentions.

 “That’s right,” he chuckled darkly. “Beg, little Omega.”

 Then he took hold of your face roughly, turning it back to look at him before his lips forced themselves onto yours. You kicked your legs and grunted against him in anger, trying desperately to get away, but his hold on you was steadfast and you weren’t able to escape.

 You hated it, every fibre of your being screaming out that this was wrong and wondering where the hell Rick was. It was more than just another man forcing himself on you. It was like trying to mess with nature, because the claiming bite Rick had placed on your neck linked you to him intrinsically. It joined you physically and emotionally, so another man touching you was like torture.

 You gasped for air, relief filling your body when Dylan’s body was ripped away from yours. The relief didn’t last long, though, because you caught sight of your alpha, enraged and completely out of control. You wiped the back of your hand against your mouth, wishing you could erase what had just happened.

 Rick was fuming and pushed the other alpha to the ground before plummeting his fists into the younger alpha’s face. His eyes were feral with an untamed fury over another man touching you in that way.

 “Rick…” you called out softly, trying to get his attention.

 Despite his anger being completely warranted, and the way you still felt disgusted over the other alpha’s unwanted touch, you needed Rick to calm down. Because if he didn’t, it could jeopardise the new home you had all found.

 But Rick either didn’t hear you or refused to listen, continuing to brutally beat the other alpha down into the ground. You winced when you heard the tell-tale sound of bones breaking and saw the way Dylan’s head whipped to the side from the force of Rick’s assault.

 When most of the younger man’s face was a mix of dark bruising and bright, red blood, Rick finally let up, his chest heaving and his eyes still absolutely feral. He stood up, leaving Dylan on the ground, the younger man coughing and wheezing in his defeat.

 Then Rick’s gaze met your terrified one and his expression softened as he made his way over to you. His eyes and hands searched you frantically, making sure that you were okay, and you looked at the broken skin of his knuckles with concern.

 “Baby, I’m sorry,” his voice cracked as he spoke, and then he was resting his forehead against yours.

 “F-for what?” You stammered out, still in shock from it all.

 “I wasn’t here,” he elaborated, his hands resting protectively on your hips. “To stop him from doing that to you."

 “You’re here now,” you pointed out, your fingers stroking soothing patterns across his cheek. “But… you shouldn’t have done that. Won’t Deanna get mad?”

 You looked over at the other alpha, still lying on the ground, but now unmoving. Seeing the way your concern only deepened, Rick followed your gaze and his mood darkened again. He moved away from you, striding back over to the man who was the reason for his current rage.

 Bending down, he grabbed hold of the collar of the younger man’s shirt with one hand, pulling him up slightly before he hit across Dylan’s face with his other hand. The other alpha startled back awake with a groan, eyes barely keeping open from how swollen they’d become.

 Rick pulled him up, dragging his body until it was propped up against the wall that he’d previously held you against. Then, he bent right down to look straight into the other alpha’s eyes, every part of him seething as he was only just holding back from killing the younger man.

 “No, you don’t get to pass out,” Rick drawled out, voice low and gruff with barely restrained fury. “You’re gonna watch. You’re gonna see everything and take it all in until you understand that she’s mine. And afterwards, assuming that you get to live, if you ever even look at her again, I’ll do more than just break your jaw.”

 You stared at your alpha with confusion, wondering what exactly he intended for the other man to see. Then Rick stepped back before turning to look at you again and the unrestrained lust that entered his eyes as he took you in made you both nervous and excited.

 “Rick…” you said again, backing up and away from him.

 He stalked you like you were his prey, but it was different to when the other alpha had done it. Because Rick was yours and you were his. And sooner or later, he would have you however he wanted you. Your back hit resistance and you realised that you were trapped again, but now there was only desire and anticipation filling you at the thought of what he had in mind.

 “Omega,” he said lowly, caging your body with his. “Tell me what he said to you. What he wanted to do.”

 Your eyes widened at his request, but you had never seen him so completely feral, so raw with anger. Reluctantly, you decided to obey him, not wanting to push him any further.

 “He…”

 You faltered, feeling nervous, but Rick gave you a reassuring look, telling you he wouldn’t be angry. Not with you anyway.

 “He… he said he would show me what a real alpha is like…” you admitted hesitantly.

 Rick’s gaze darkened, but he didn’t interrupt. You didn’t like repeating it, but deep down, in the darkest depths of your mind, you enjoyed how possessive he was of you. That alone gave you the courage to continue.

 “He wanted to take me, despite the fact I’m yours. Wanted me to beg him to stop…”

 You looked away, but that was enough for Rick. He gently turned your head back to face him and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip tenderly.

 “I’m here now,” he repeated your earlier words. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

 You nodded, trusting him completely and he leaned forward, bringing his lips to yours. The familiar, but no less perfect sensation made all of the tension you felt fade away. His mouth reclaimed your own, washing away any traces of the other alpha and reminding you that you were Rick’s and his alone. His to claim, his to protect and his to love.  

 Just like every other time that he kissed you, the world around you seemed to melt away and you forgot that you weren’t alone. You forgot everything except for Rick. So, you gave no resistance when his hands moved up your thighs and under your skirt. Your only reaction was to let your hips buck up with need when his fingers came into contact with your core.

 He pushed your flimsy panties to the side, allowing him to feel you properly and tease you senseless. You quickly grew wet, your body perfectly tuned to respond eagerly to his touch. Rick knew exactly what you wanted, understanding what drove you towards euphoric release.

 He thrust his fingers inside of you, while his thumb moved over your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. It rubbed in circular motions, occasionally flicking over the sensitive nub to stimulate you further. You moaned shamelessly, clinging to the soft lapels of his jacket.

 It was that dark brown suede one, with the woollen collar that he always seemed to be wearing when he unleashed his anger on someone, after they pissed him off. Seeing him in it, earlier that day, that should have been a warning sign telling you that something bad was going to happen.

 But in that moment, he had never looked more desirable as his head pulled back and you took in the raw lust in his piercing blue eyes. Tendrils of his curly hair fell down onto his face and his lips were swollen from the force of the kiss you’d just shared. He was determined to prove a point and it left you aching for him.

 “You’re so wet, ‘mega,” he groaned out, fingers still plunging in and out of your pussy. “Just for me, right?”

 “Only for you, Alpha,” you responded instantly, biting down on your lower lip in an attempt to stifle your moans.

 “What do you want, baby?” He asked, fingers curling inside of you. “Tell me.”

 “I want you,” was your breathless reply. “I need you. Your cock… inside me...”

 “Beg for it.”

 “What?” You asked, in a daze.

 Rick pulled his fingers from you abruptly, ignoring the way you whined at the sudden empty feeling they left behind. He grabbed hold of you, turning you around until you were facing the other alpha – the man you’d forgotten was even there. He was still conscious but barely keeping his eyes open. Yet, his attention was fixed on the two of you.

 “Oh god…” you whispered with embarrassment at the sudden reminder of his presence.

 “Did you forget we had company, baby?” Rick asked, pressing his chest against your back as his arms held tightly to your waist. “He’s going to watch you come undone. He’s going to learn that you’re mine. Only mine.”

 “Rick…”

 “I told you, sweetheart,” he continued. “If you want my cock, you have to ask for it. Give him what he wanted, let him hear you beg. For me.”

 “Fuck,” you groaned in response, unable to deny how turned on you were by his show of dominance.

 Rick pushed down on your back, bending you forward slightly as his leg moved between yours. Your thighs spread instantly, letting him settle between them and his strong hands pushed your skirt up so that you were fully exposed to him.

 Then he we went still, holding you there but no longer moving. You realised what he was waiting for, but it was humiliating to think of begging him in front of someone else.

 “Omega,” he warned.

 One of his hands left you and you heard the tell-tale sign of him unbuckling his belt. Just the thought of him being so close but unwilling to touch you until you did as he demanded broke your resolve.

 “Oh god,” you whined out, desperate for his touch. “Please, Rick…”

 The sound of his belt hitting the floor from behind you made you even more needy, because he still wasn’t touching you how you wanted him to.

 “You can do better than that, ‘mega,” he replied calmly.

 “Please, Alpha. Please fuck me, I need it.”

 You no longer cared that you had an audience. Rick was an expert at making you come undone for him and you were at the point where you’d do anything that he asked if it meant he would give you what you so desperately craved. A deep moan escaped you when he took hold of your hips, pressing you back against him.

 You realised that his pants were pulled down, allowing his hardened length to rub against you tantalisingly. But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t where you ached for him to be.

 “Go on,” he coaxed you with a groan, wanting more. “Tell me what you need.”

 “I need your cock,” you replied obediently. “Only yours.”

 “Why?”

 “Because… oh, fuck,” you faltered briefly as his erection brushed against your clit. “Because you’re the only one who can make me feel good.”

 “That’s right,” he agreed, pleased with your words. “And where do you want it, baby?”

 “Rick!” You whined, unable to comprehend how he was so composed or how he still wasn’t satisfied.

 “Tell me,” he insisted, one hand tugging at your hair and pulling your head back.

 “I need your cock inside me,” you gave in. “Deep inside my pussy. Please, please, please… I need it so badly!”

 “Such a dirty mouth,” he let out a light laugh.

 “Rick, please, I can’t take it anymore.”

 “Okay, baby,” he soothed you, lining himself up at your entrance. “Since you begged me so nicely.”

 He didn’t wait for a response, thrusting into you hard and fast, his cock pushing in, right to the hilt. The moan that escaped you was primal and desperate as your pussy clenched around him in response.

 “See how well she responds to me?” Rick asked, no longer talking to you.

 Your eyes fluttered shut and you attempted to block it out. But it was impossible, because your body was so acclimated to taking in his every word.

 “You know,” he continued, still pounding into you from behind. “She’s still just as tight as the first time I fucked her. This pussy was made for me. Enjoy the show, because this is the only time you’ll ever see her like this.”

 “Rick,” you cried out, going crazy from the way he was speaking. “Oh god, don’t stop!”

 It ashamed you how much it turned you on. You were absolutely dripping, not only from his actions, but from his possessive display of dominance.

 “Hear that?” He continued taunting the other man. “This is how an alpha fucks his omega. And you? All you can do is watch.”

 “Please, I’m so close…” you begged, your mind in an absolute daze.

 “No,” Rick denied, his words now meant for you. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.”

 You whined obstinately, but you both knew that he had you wrapped around his finger and that you’d do whatever he said. Your body rocked forward with every brutal thrust, and he knew exactly what he was doing to you, but he still had a point to prove.

 “She’s mine,” Rick grit out, sounding like he was getting closer to the edge – of both his release and his sanity. “Every single part of her is attuned to me. If she begs, it’ll be because I tell her to. The only alpha she’s ever gonna know is me.”

 It was like a sweet sense of euphoria when his hand moved down between your legs, and he brought his attention back to your aching clit.

 “You’re so good to me, aren’t you baby?” He praised, his lips right by your ear.

 “Yes,” you replied, desperate to cum. “Yes, only for you, Rick.”

 His thumb rubbed over your sensitive nub and your pussy contracted around him in response.

 “That’s it,” he coaxed you, voice low and reverberating through his chest against your back. “Cum for me sweetheart, let me feel you squeezing around me.”

 “Fuck!” You moaned out desperately as he flicked his thumb over your clit and sent your body crashing over the edge.

 Rick let out desperate sounds of his own as he pushed into you deeply, holding you steady against him. Then, the hand he still had holding onto your hair forced your head to tilt to the side, offering your neck to him.

 His head bent down and his lips came into contact with your mating gland before he sunk his teeth into the skin, reclaiming you so that there would be no doubt about who you belonged to. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a scream – it was partly from pain, as the old wound was reopened, but mostly it was from a deep and intense sense of pleasure as he re-staked his claim.

 Then you felt his cock twitch before he came deep inside of you, his other hand resting over your lower abdomen possessively. Rick kept you close to him, making sure you took every last drop while his tongue soothed the spot on your neck that would always keep you tied together.

 He traced light patterns along your stomach, comforting you as you both came down from your high. Eventually, he pressed one last kiss to your sensitive gland before pulling back and sliding out of you. He fixed your skirt, moving it back down before he righted his own clothing, pulling his pants back up and covering himself again.

 You swayed a little on the spot, still in a bit of a daze. He seemed instantly aware of how exhausted and spent your body was, because he wrapped his arms around you, turning you to face him.

 “You’re okay, sweetheart,” he promised. “I’ve got you.”

 Your head fell to his chest, and you let out a content sigh as he pulled you into a protective hug. When your body had settled and you were able to support yourself, Rick pulled away and brought his attention back to the other alpha.

 Dylan began breathing heavily as Rick walked back over to him. But he was so beaten, bloody and bruised that he couldn’t seem to say anything. You watched as your alpha gave him one last, hard punch to the face, knocking him out cold again.

 “Rick, this is not good,” you said, reality and all its repercussions coming back to you. “Once Deanna finds out –”

 “Hey,” he cut you off, moving back over to you. “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry, okay?”

 His expression had softened again, and he reached out to take your hands in his. You wanted to trust him, because he’d never let you down before, but Alexandria was so different to what you’d experienced since the loss of the farm, and you didn’t want to lose the sense of security and normalcy that it provided.

 “Y/N,” he held your gaze, his voice filled with conviction. “I love you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

 You couldn’t hold back a smile at his words, and you nodded, letting your instinct to trust him overcome all of your doubts.

 “I love you too,” you replied softly.

He grinned in response, pulling you closer and capturing your lips in a gentle and loving kiss. As usual, everything else seemed to fade away until all that was left was Rick and your unwavering faith in him.

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can you do rickyl x reader where she gets jealous and gives them attitude🙏

ninety-eight hours it’s been since rick and daryl left for what was supposed to be a “dry” supply run.

another hour and you think you’re going to simply die from the wanton ache in your cunt and the paranoia creeping with every passing minute.

you hate when they go away. it’s the worst. but it’s what your lovers have to do if your community wants amoxicillin and food that‘s not canned peas or tuna. the only bigger drag than you losing out on a few nights of getting the stress fucked out of you and mornings with tender wake up calls; that cool new girl went with them.

just a few weeks ago, daryl and aaron had discovered a former phd student wandering the outskirts of shenandoah national park. the twenty-eight year old had been walking from her biology program in new jersey in an attempt to reach her family’s house in norfolk, virginia.

back to alexandria, she brought a backpack, some stories, and a green haze to your vision.

within a week, you’re wishing daryl and aaron hadn’t brought her back. the worst part is that you really can’t speak on it with anyone because you’ll sound like a jealous bitch, which you kinda are. it’s not your fault that you don’t know shit about how to age a deer or microorganisms or macroinvertebrates or interesting biology major jargon that gets rick and daryl’s attention.

you didn’t finish your degree. the apocalypse had made sure of that. yeah, this girl’s thesis defense had been cancelled but she already had two degrees and a fucking certificate.

yeah, daryl doesn’t have a degree. but this girl’s family grew up hunting - proud turkey hunters, she’d specified after daryl asked her about her turkey shotgun. they hit it off so well that she’d even gone on a few hunts with him. you refused to eat the pheasant she shot. when she came into your kitchen proudly touting a half butchered boar, you simply narrowed your eyes, turned to rick next to you, and asked if you should take chances eating wild boar meat after the prison.

let’s just say you can’t stand her.

it’s not rational and it’s surely not healthy but you can’t bring yourself to address it in any meaningful way. all you can do is smolder. and that’s exactly what you do when rick and daryl come through the gates, fully engaged in a conversation with her.

“find what you need?”

you’re walking up to the three as soon as they pass you. rosita had been chatting you up and you assumed that your boys would come over and greet you with at least a kiss but no! they’re walking past you with her. the perfect, perpetually prepared girlscout that makes you want to tear your hair out.

two twin pairs of blue eyes find yours and daryl’s eyes are overflowing with longing, but before they can even say hello, she’s in your face, greeting you and handing off some seed packets she’d found

what a bitch.

almost turning your nose at her, you instead decide to accept the packets without a thank you. you make a beeline straight for rick, leaning up on your tippy toes to capture his tongue, wrapping an arm around his neck to lower him into your embrace. every ounce of waiting and wanting is spilled onto rick’s lips. you kiss him a bit too fervently for a welcome back kiss at your community’s gates. it’s an abuse of power on your part.

it’s dramatic. it’s theatrical.

it’s just as bad when you do the same thing to daryl, attaching yourself to his side as the newest addition to alexandria clears her throat and continues on about the supplies they managed to secure on their “dry” run. specifically, some supplies for her to try to solo it again - but this time - finally land in norfolk. you know that rick and daryl were out there - away from you - for more than just some glorified grad student’s get home bag but every second that she drones on has you yearning for her to pack her bags tonight.

“so, once my wrist is fully healed. i’ll be out of here.”

“thank god!”

rick’s eyebrow raises and if daryl could go quieter, he would.

the walk back to your house alone in alexandria is awkward.

the scene you’d caused had rick giving you a look that told you if you didn’t quit digging now, you’d end up in a trench of conflict. not just being at odds with the newcomer, but rick’s lack of patience for this kind of behavior from you. that doesn’t stop you from starting again as soon as they enter the bedroom.

“neither of you came over to say hi to me when you got in the gates.”

it’s the first thing out of your mouth once the door has shut. your arms are folded over your chest and you’re glaring at them like you didn’t just put on a grand display and snub the girl staying down the street. eyes focused on them, you’d be hard pressed to tell that you even could even name the other girl.

“so you’re gonna skim past talkin’ to her like that?” rick’s giving you that same you can’t be serious look he sends your way when you’re brattin’ out like this.

“i said my thoughts out loud. sorry.”

“ain’t you got no filter?”

“no, daryl,” you reply, looking up at them from the soft bed. your hands dig into the mattress. “that overnight “dry” run turned into the entire weekend and the first thing you guys do is stroll in with her and not say hi.”

“why do you care so much? she’s leavin’ soon.” daryl reminds you, fighting a yawn.

you frown. “you guys relate to her more.”

rick guffaws and daryl’s eyes are rolling.

“what? you think she’s flirtin’ knowin’ how to catch herself a fuckin’ meal.”

“but she’s older than me.”

“not by much, honey,” rick dismisses your concern.

the downtrodden look on your face is unmistakable. you’re quiet, considering how to justify your jealousy when you feel a tear coming on. daryl notices when you try to blink it away and is the first to drop the bone the two were picking with you. he’s next to you, a hand on your waist and your thigh, and that’s when you exhale in frustrated, exasperation, “you were gone for four days and you couldn’t even say hi to me.” you’re shaking your head, knowing it’s dumb. “its not nice but it just got me so angry.” you almost omit this last part but the borderline law enforcement stare you’re receiving from rick has you candid. “i just needed you guys to come up and kiss me - or something after not knowing if you were alive or not. the run went too long. got me worked up.”

“and you think you deserve to get fucked first thing after pullin’ that shit?”

you bite your lip. rick can read you too well. really, there’s nothing to discuss.

did you really think they would lose interest in you that easily? or is this just a ploy to work them up too? to cash in on the good, hard fucking you know they’d subject you to if you turned up your brat factor for their return. it’s downright devious but who are they to deny the smoldering opportunity falling in their laps?

“can you be a good girl?”

you nod, not breaking eye contact as he slips his thumb into your mouth while undoing his pants with the other hand. “maybe we can get this to do somethin’ useful, huh?”

daryl stays quiet but the smirk as he watches you lick rick clean tells you that he has an idea. he’s full of ideas, most of which involve stuffing you full in some capacity but just from bud reaction to the scene that unfolded, you know he’s in a teasing mood. too feverous and on the same page as rick about your jealousy to give you the fucking you want straight away.

there’s probably a bit more of explaining that you need to do but when rick says, “hands and knees,” you’re forgetting all about the better educated woman and getting into place on the plush bed. the brief scowl on your face can’t be missed but it doesn’t matter because you automatically open your mouth wider once you’re faced with rick’s too-big-for-your-mouth cock.

you’re so focused on rick that the stripe being licked down your slit from behind has you choking on rick in surprise. the constable groans at your tight throat clenching around him.

“missed this pussy,” daryl’s gruff voice against your cunt brings you back to reality. the reality where he’s flicking his tongue over your already aching, swollen bud.

so that’s what that tear was, you deduce, suddenly aware of your missing panties.

“you’re overthinkin’,” rick says says with a hand in your hair. “you belong to us. we belong to you.”

“yeah, no new girl’s gonna come between us.” daryl assures you, breathing lust into your cunt. “gotta get out of yer’ fuckin’ head.” daryl chimes, not even giving his tongue a break when it wasn’t on your clit. “i finally get someone with a brain to go huntin’ with and your first thought is that i wanna fuck ‘em.”

rick smirks down at you, mouth too stuffed full of cock to deny any of it. he runs a hand through your hair and eases up on your throat, growing impossibly harder at the sight of his thick dick against your glossy, shining lips. a hand finds your chin and his cock falls from your mouth. “you better not forget that you’re made for us. don’t want no one else but you.” his cock jumps at the way your pupils grow from his lust induced speech. “you’re ours. that pussy’s in the shape of our cocks. beautiful brain’s all wrapped up in us, like we’re wrapped up in you.”

you could cream at his words. any minute you’re going to on daryl’s tongue. back as forth, the younger man is sliding his tongue all over your clit. he even dips the appendage inside of you to tongue around and spur rick into thrusting his cock back into your mouth so he can enjoy your needy whimpers around him.

“so fuckin’ good for us, baby. like she never could be.” rick huffs, chocolate curls falling back with his head.

all you can do is moan around him in response. daryl doesn’t let you process rick’s words because you’re too busy processing the overload of pleasure he’s inducing in you. you writhe back against him, canting your hips into his mouth just as rick twitches in yours.

your hips are bucking and you almost fall forward on rick when daryl triggers your toe curling release, savoring in the ooze as he laps your weeping cunt. tears well at your waterlines with rick’s cock bulging in the cheeks of your mouth. those tears spill with the rush of energy in your cunt. spasming and clenching, leaking onto the devoted tongue seeing you through.

“hope this holds you over,” rick remarks, pulling his still aching cock out of your mouth while glancing over at daryl happily cleaning up your release with his tactful tongue. “‘cause you’re gonna’ be sore after tonight, darlin’. whatever you need to get it in that pretty little head of yours that you’re ours, and don’t need to worry about anything or anyone else.”

as your first orgasm of the night fades and the shaking in your legs pauses, there’s a post-climax clarity that hits you like a truck. you’d be face down on the bed trying to pretend you didn’t exist if not for the hands eliciting the most vibrant whinnies from you, twisting your pleasure receptors like play-doh. you’re not far from coming again and that’s the only thing saving you from the shame of how you treated the newcomer. it wasn’t kind. wasn’t rational. treating her so poorly because of how well she worked with your men. greek gods killed insolent hosts who disrespected their guests, what would rick and daryl do to you for snubbing one of the last polite people on this rotting rock?

being well rounded isn’t a crime, you remind yourself.

and your men don’t need to remind you again with words how much you mean to them. that your jealousy is unfounded but they want to kiss you better anyway. it doesn’t matter if it takes all night, they’ll be reminding you exactly where and who they want to be with.

with you being made for them, how could they want anyone else?

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❝𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐒❞ ↳ 𝐃. 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

Inspired by “Judas” by Lady Gaga // Best viewed in Dark Mode

You were part of the tight-knit group that consisted of you, Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, and Shane Walsh. The married couple made a bet if you and Shane would end up together, they both knew Shane liked you, and you would say you were interested but not really.

Yet you felt like something was missing, you found the idea of being with Shane depressing. If it wasn’t for Andrea and Amy dragging you to a bar, you never would’ve met the man that flipped your life around. The man in the black leather jacket with the name JUDAS printed on the back.

Daryl ‘Judas’ Dixon…

Paring ➳ Biker!Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, MODERN AU/NO OUTBREAK, age-gap (Reader’s in late twenties, Daryl early forties), terribly written smut, violence, swearing, toxic relationships, mentions of marriage, mentions of having children…

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All of the titles are lyrics to Lady Gaga songs!

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ║ ❝𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 ║ ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 ║ ❝𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐮𝐭❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ║ ❝𝐖𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 ║ ❝𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐝, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 ║ ❝𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞❜𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 ║ ❝𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 ║ ❝𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡❞ (Coming soon!!)

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To the end and back | Daryl dixon x f!reader

Chapter 14 - come back…be here

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Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Warnings - normal twd warnings

'Triggerfinger'

S2 ep9

Its dark and Daryl and I are still both leaned up against the tree chatting here and there but mostly just enjoying each other's presence.  I'm just about to tell Daryl we should probably start making our way up towards Hershel's house when I hear hurried footsteps coming towards us. I turn my head peaking around the tree to see carol speed walking towards us. "We can't find Lori and the others aren't back yet either" she says. I furrow my eyebrows and cock my head to the side a bit "what?" Lori wouldn't just leave without telling anyone, she wouldn't leave her son by himself without telling him where she was going. 

"That dumb bitch must've gone off lookin' for 'em" Daryl responds nonchalantly. "What?" carol asks confused on why he'd even guess that, so am I so I turn back towards him with my eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah, she asked me to go. told her I was done being an errand boy" he explains "you didn't say anything?" I ask. id assume he'd at least tell me her plan, we've been sitting here for hours talking and he didn't even tell me she came to him. he doesn't answer just sighs which pisses off carol, so she begins to storm off before quickly turning around "don't do this..please, I've already lost my girl" she says. he pushes me off of him and pushes himself up off of the ground. he walks up to carol getting in her face and saying "yeah, that wasn't my problem neither" before storming off. I don't understand why the littlest things will set him off, we were having a nice time and then Lori is brought up and now he's mad. 

carol looks down at me before turning around and running back off towards Hershel's house. I sigh as I push the stray hairs in my face back. people say all women are bipolar, but I think all men are. Daryl's emotions change by the fucking minute. I get up off the ground and follow carol back to Hershel's house. she's already there explaining to the others what Daryl had said so I just stand there with my arms folded over my chest. "She asked Daryl to go into town. must've done it herself" carol explains. carl covers his mouth as he whimpers, Andrea looks down at him and says "hey..." trying to comfort him but he runs off. "Hey carl..." Andrea says as she attempts to follow him. "I-I um I can talk to him" I say before following after him. I'm close with carl, and his family I know what to say, I think. "Hey carl-" before the sound of a car starting up and driving off interrupts me. I turn to see its Shane speeding off. "Hey carl" he stops and turns around with his brows furrowed. "Come sit with me alright honey" I say grabbing his hand and leading him over to Hershel's porch. we both take a seat on the steps, and I say "you know your mom's going to be alright" I say. he sighs as he looks at his lap and shrugs. "Your mom is really fuckin' strong and Shane's going out to look for her. he wouldn't leave her out there without searching every inch of this town."

"She didn't tell me" He whispers, I nod "I know, but she was really worried about your dad." he nods, and I pat his knee which makes him look up at me before saying "but she told Daryl" He whispers. sometimes I forget carl is just a child and might not understand everything I do. "She wanted him to go, but he was mad...he's been mad all day so she went by herself" I say trying to explain to him why she told Daryl and no one else. "I just don't want my mom to get hurt" he says as a tear rolls down his cheek. I nod "I know...I don't want her to get hurt either...but Shane will find her, and everything will be alright" I say as I grab his chin and wipe the tear off of his cheek. "How bout we go to my tent and distract ourselves until Shane and your mom gets back? I've got a bunch of books you can look through if you want to find one for yourself to read?" he nods with a faint smile on his lips. 

carl and I walk over to where Daryl's tent is set up. no one's there just a line of rope set up between two trees hanging up some rabbit and other small animals he must've scrounged up recently. I walk over to the tent and unzip it before peeking in. no ones in there so I let carl in first before getting in and zipping it back up. I grab a black bag that is set on my side before handing him the bag "there's a lot of books in there I think you'll like" I say. most of the books I had grabbed before leaving my apartment just happened to be books my mother and grandmother gave me throughout my childhood, any other books I have gathered along the way through going through bookstores, or Walmart's. he unzips it and starts going through the books. I've put them in order from books for younger children to older preteen/teen books. I always hoped id be able to give them to my children but now I don't think that'll happen and I'd love to share them with some child no matter what. I hear some footsteps outside that I assume is just Daryl and I don't think he'll mind that carl is here. 

"What are you doin'?" I hear Daryl say which spooks me a bit. then I hear carol say, "keeping an eye on you" carl looks up at me as if he's saying, 'should we say were here?' I shake my head and whisper "don't worry about them." 

"aint you a peach?" Daryl says sarcastically. I watch as carl takes each book in hand and looks at the cover before flipping it around to the back. he sits for a few seconds reading the back before placing the book back down and grabbing another. "I'm not going to let you pull away...you've earned your place." carol says. I hear Daryl scoff before saying "if you spent half your time mindin' your daughter's business instead of stickin' your nose in everybody else's she'd still be alive!" carl looks up at me again as if he's asking if we should still be here, but there is really no way to just leave without looking weird, so I whisper, "it's fine." 

"Go ahead" carol whispers, and I can imagine it paired with a shrug. "Go ahead and what?" carol doesn't answer so Daryl shouts "just go! I don't want you here!" I don't hear anything from either of them until Daryl says "you're a real piece of work lady" carl looks up at me again and I whisper yet again "it's fine" so he goes back to the books sat in front of him. I'm surprised neither carol nor Daryl have heard us, but we are trying our best to be quiet. "What, are you gonna make this about my daddy or some crap like that? pfft! man, you know jack. you're afraid." I feel wrong for listening in on this rather personal conversation, but I was here first, and it would be awkward to leave the tent now. I reach over and pick up a book that carl had discarded a few minutes ago. it's a small picture book about a duck I had gotten when I was in about 2nd or 3rd grade. the front cover has the very childlike illustrations of a duck on it with the stereotypical sun in the corner and sticks of grass coming out of the ground. I remember receiving it as at my 7th birthday and that's all I really remember by just looking at the cover. "you're afraid 'cause you're all alone. you got no husband, no daughter. you don't know what to do with yourself. and you aint my problem! Sophia wasn't mine! all you had to do was keep an eye on her!" Daryl shouts. I can tell he's frustrated, and I think we all are, but I don't think he really needed to take it out on carol. carol is already dealing with her own shit, and she doesn't need Daryl taking out his frustrations about his own childhood and him failing to find Sophia on her. 

when I hear both walk away, I say, "come on let's go" and we both get out of the tent and run back towards Hershel's house. right when we are running up towards the house, we see Shane's car pull back in but there's still no Rick, Glenn, and Hershel. that makes me really worried because they left earlier before the sun even began to set. Shane gets out of the car first and then Lori stumbles out of the car. were all walking towards the car in a hurry "oh my god, are you alright? what happened?" 

"I was in an accident. I'm fine, I'm fine" Lori try's saying but Shane cuts her off "she was attacked." Lori kind of rolls her eyes at Shane and says, "I'm fine I really am where's rick?" no one answers her. she looks at all of us with her brows furrowed "they're not back?" Lori then looks over at Shane before saying "where are they?" Shane sighs as he slowly turns back towards Lori "look i had to get you back here." he says. "You asshole" everyone is silent as we watch Lori march up to him "Lori-" Shane is about to say something probably trying to excuse his actions when Lori shoves him which surprises all of us, I push carl behind me mostly to kind of protect him if it gets more violent than a shove but also, so he doesn't have to see the two fights. "he's, my husband!" Lori continues to shove at him, hit him, and punch at him as he tries to push her off. 

"Lori, I will go after him. I will find him" Shane says as he pushes Lori off of him "hey! now look, first things first I gotta- I gotta look after you, I gotta make sure the baby's alright, okay?" that makes us all freeze. everyone else here doesn't know well, I think. I only knew she had told Glenn, rick, and I. I think everyone else is a little in shock I am too but not because she's pregnant but because Shane knows. "you're having a baby?" carl asks popping out from behind me. everyone looks over at carl mouths gaping open in shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" I didn't know she hadn't told carl, I assumed he'd at least be one of the first know. "I-I-I" Lori is truly speechless, she has nothing to say no excuses, not even 'I was going to' or 'I was waiting until we knew it was true'. Shane sighs before shaking his head and resting his hands on the hood of his car. Carls eyes dart back and forth from his mother to Shane. dale breaks through the thick awkward silence by saying "come on. let's make sure you're alright." Andrea also steps in saying "come on" as she hovers her hand behind Lori's back as they begin to walk. Maggie also goes inside leaving just Shane, t-dog, carl, and I out there. 

"let's go sit on the steps and wait for your mom" I say ushering the young boy away from Shane. I didn't know how much Shane knew but by the way he looked and how he said 'the baby' I just knew he thought it was his and I didn't want him telling carl bullshit. carl and I take a seat on Hershel's front steps when carl whispers "why didn't she tell me?" I shrug before muttering "I-I-" he quickly cuts me off though "did you know?" I nod as I look down at my lap. I didn't know if he knew, and I wasn't going to ask him about it just in case. "Why didn't you tell me?" carl doesn't understand that it wasn't my place, he doesn't understand why I knew before he did, why Shane knew before he did. I understood that feeling being so young, and no one thinks you're mature enough, no one wants to tell you anything even if it's about your own mother. maybe we just forgot, maybe she just forgot to tell him, life has been so hectic lately and she didn't know if she wanted to keep it. "it's not my place carl" I say he nods before standing up and saying "I'm-I'm going to go inside" he whispers before I hear the sound of shoes against the wood and then the open and shut of the front door.

I haven't really had time to worry about Glenn, and how he's still not back. if it was a few weeks back and we were still at the quarry I'd be pacing back and forth waiting for him to come back but now I'm just busy. busy with Daryl, and carl, busy with my own life figuring out feelings and how I want to live out the rest of my life. I guess now Glenn isn't the only one I have to worry about now. before Glenn was the best thing in my life and I'm not saying that he isn't anymore it's just now my life doesn't revolve around his existence. I still think I wouldn't be able to live without him but now I have more people who could help with losing him. Glenn also has more than just me to care about he has a potential girlfriend and I have a boyfriend which is definitely not something I thought I'd be able to say. but now I'm finding myself with nothing to busy myself with so I'm reverting back to old habits. my knee bouncing up and down waiting for that car to pull up, my heart beating loudly against my chest, hoping that when they come back, he'll be coming out of that car. now that I'm thinking about it, I don't think I've actually changed that much I've really just been giving myself other people to worry about, so I don't worry about him. maybe it's because I don't want to seem like that kind of 'girl best friend'. I don't want to seem like the girl everyone thinks he's dating like I used to. I don't want to upset either of our partners by being so close. maybe it's because of that time we kissed, and I thought there could be a possibility that the reason I was so attached to Glenn was because I liked him. I don't want to make Maggie uncomfortable with me being friends with him so maybe that's made me walk on eggshells around him and I like Maggie and I don't want her not to like me. maybe I don't want Daryl to think that Glenn is competition. I've just felt the need to dial down how much I care for him. I'm allowed to care my best friend, but I don't want to make others uncomfortable by how much I care because how much I care is the amount I would care for a very serious partner in the old world. 

but now I'm on the verge of tears as I sit on the front steps of Hershel's house praying for him to be alright. because I can't lose him, he's my best friend and the first person who I felt actually cared about me. I hear someone walk up the step and then stop right at the top. "it's late you shouldn't be out here alone" I hear Shane with his signature country drawl. "I'm fine, I'm waiting for Glenn" I whisper before setting my elbow on my knee and resting my cheek against my palm. he sighs " I can wait with ya until they come back" he offers "it's fine Shane, Daryl will be pissed if he sees you with me. just go inside" I hear Shane scoff before the door opens and then slams shut. 

it's really late when I decide to call it a night. they still haven't come back. if I wasn't almost dozing off every two seconds id wait until daylight. I walk over to where Daryl has set up camp, I don't see him waiting outside of the tent, so I assume he's asleep. I take my shoes off and set them next to the tent before unzipping the tent as quiet as I possibly can and get in. I notice my books have been placed back in their bag and set off to the side. Daryl is turn towards his side of the tent with his blanket covering his body. I zip the tent back up before starting to get under my covers. Daryl turns around which kind of scares me because I thought he was sleeping. "Where the fuck have you been?" he asks with his brows raised. it's not like he's mad just curious. "I was waiting for Glenn to come back but they haven't yet soo..." I whisper. he nods as I continue getting under the covers. once I'm comfortable with the way the blankets are placed on me, I turn away from Daryl. a few seconds later I feel Daryl's arm resting gently against my waist. I grab his hand and lace my fingers between his. "Night....love you" I whisper, I don't get a verbal response, but I do get a small hand squeeze. I try closing my eyes and sleeping but I can't, I'm too worried to sleep. after about an hour of trying extra hard to sleep i decide to turn around towards Daryl and see if he is still up. 

his eyes are closed which makes me assume he's sleeping. I press my left hand to his chest and feel the slow and rhythmic beats of his heart. I let out an almost relieved sigh which wakes him up. his eyes slowly open "wha's wrong?" he asks his voice deep and raspy. "nothing" I whisper and let out a sigh before adding "can't sleep." he just nods before taking an arm and draping it over my waist. he takes his hand and presses it against my lower back pushing me closer to him. I press my head against his chest listening to the beat of his heart before slowly falling asleep. 

-

I wake up to sunlight seeping through the thin fabric of the tent. Daryl is still asleep, but I want to get up just to see if Glenn is back, so I wiggle out of Daryl's grip and get out of the tent. I grab my shoes and zip the tent back up before sitting on the ground to put my shoes back on. when I'm about to start tying my left shoe I hear the tent unzip and Daryl peak out of the tent. "Where the hell ya goin'?" he asks "to go see if Glenn's back yet" his brows furrow together "do ya really got to go check so early?" he asks which makes me stop and turn towards him. "it's not early and I have to check, he didn't come back last night Daryl." he groans and rolls his eyes before coming out of the tent. I don't know if Daryl is jealous, but his response leads me to believe he is. "I've just gotta check and then I'll be back" I say as I lace up my left shoe and push myself up off of the ground. "I'll be right back" I say as wipe the leaves off of my bottom as I begin to walk towards Hershel's house. I expect Daryl to stay near his tent, maybe even go back to sleep but he follows shortly behind me. when I get to Hershel's house the first thing, I look for is the car they took, it's not there. I feel like my heart just leapt into my throat. he's never been gone this long it's almost been 12 hours. every worst imaginable situation comes to mind. what if they got swarmed and they all got bit, what if someone killed them. I feel a hand on my shoulder that breaks me from the never-ending cycle of picturing the worst things that could've happened. "Are ya alright?" Daryl asks. I shake my head as I turned towards him "they-they're still not back yet."

-

I don't know what to do and waiting around isn't helping my anxieties or anyone else's so the group has decided to send out a small group to look for them. the group is made of Shane, Daryl, Andrea, t-dog, and me. I don't think this is going to be hard 'search and rescue mission' because we know exactly where they should be. right when we are packing up the car with weapons and shit a car starts to pull up the long dirt road to Hershel's house. it's a red SUV type of car. we all turn and watch as it gets closer and closer to the house. once its close enough to tell who is inside, I can tell its rick and Hershel in the front seats. I'm just finally feeling like I can breathe again. I feel like I've been holding my breath since late last night and now I'm finally able to breathe again.

the first person to get out of the car is rick and then Hershel. Hershel has a faint bit of blood on his white tee-shirt that catches my attention. Lori and carl come speed walking towards rick "dad!" carl giggles out as he hugs his father. then the next person to get out is Glenn, he's got a somber look on his face as Maggie rushes past her father to hug Glenn. Glenn doesn't hug back but just kind of stands there until she's finished, which surprises me because he's been very upfront with how attracted he was to her. Hershel is a little surprised by the lack affection from his daughter but continues to walk towards his house, he's got a kind of traumatized look on his face as well, similar to the one on Glenn's face. "Patricia prepare the shed for surgery." I'm confused because who the hell needs surgery but that thought is put on pause when Glenn continues to walk until he reaches me, he drops the gun in his hand and then wraps his arms around me in a big hug. this surprises me a bit because he had just kind of stood there in a hug with his girlfriend but almost suffocates me in a hug 2 seconds later. maybe a few weeks ago he would but I feel like these types of hugs are very I don't know intimate, a type of hug that is specifically saved for big moments, not a just I've missed my best friend hug. I wrap my arms around him none the less. "are you alright?" I whisper, he doesn't answer just squeezes tighter. everyone else is also talking mostly asking questions about what happened but I ignore them. well ignore them until t-dog kind of shouts "who the hell is that?" 

I peak over Glenn not letting go but just moving my head a bit to see a man in the back seat with a bandana wrapped around his eyes. Glenn just responds with "that's Randall" not much of an explanation but it tells us who he is. "Are you alright Glenn?" I ask again as I kind of pull away from him "I'm fine" he whispers with a nod but that doesn't convince me so I grab his face with my hand and examine for any cuts or bruises kind of how a mom would after their kid falls down. "you're not hurt, are you?" I ask, everyone else begins to walk towards the car but Glenn and I stay in our spots. he chuckles lightly before slapping my hand away "I'm fine" I hug him again this time leaning my head onto his shoulder a bit. "I was so worried I stayed up all night waiting" I whisper.

-

we all end up in Hershel's dining room sitting around the table as rick explains to us who the hell Randall is and why he was with them. I'm sitting next to Glenn per his request and Maggie is stood up pushed against the wall across from us. what I've learned is he got hurt really bad and they just happened to be there, and with morals and shit they couldn't just leave him there. "We couldn't just leave him behind, he would've bled out.... if he lived that long" rick explains which kind of explains why Glenn is upset, but Glenn has seen much worse in Atlanta, maybe even before that. I guess I just assumed that were all desensitized to violence, blood, and killing. "it's gotten bad in town" Glenn speaks up Maggie's got a kind of surprised but also angry look on her face.

 I don't know if she's angry at Glenn for kind of ignoring her hug or because they brought a random person into their house, but I can tell she's upset. I watch as Glenn ignores Maggie's eye contact as she angrily stares down at Glenn. "What do we do with him?" asks Andrea. rick is about to answer when Hershel comes through the doorway behind rick. "I repaired his calf muscle as best I can, but he'll probably have nerve damage. won't be on his feet for at least a week" Hershel explains as he wipes his hands off on a hand towel. rick then steps in explaining what we're going to do after Randall is back on his feet. "When he is, we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, send him on his way" I think that's a fair trade, it's enough to make sure are group is safe but also to make sure that the man can at least fend for himself and not get eaten to death by walkers.

 "isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?" asks Andrea as Daryl comes in through the back door. his hair seems a bit more groomed than I've seen it before, it kind of looks like he's gotten a haircut, and I can't help but think that he looks so handsome like that. "at least he'll have a fighting chance" I say as I place my elbows onto the table. "Just gonna let him go?" questions Shane. "He knows where we are." Shane says with a shrug "he was blind folded the whole way here, he's not a threat" rick says, it's like Shane didn't see the blind fold wrapped around his eyes. I understand Shane's concern but is a man with a bad leg really a threat and if his friends come looking for him wouldn't it be a little hypocritical since they left him to die? 

 "Not a threat" scoffs Shane "how many of them were there?" his brows furrow up in anger then he begins to try and make rick seem like the bad guy "you killed three of their men, you took one of them hostage, but they just ain't gonna come looking?" Shane always tries to make it seem like he's a so much better leader than rick even though Shane has been a cold, dark man for as long as I've known him, this world didn't make him like this, he's had it in him for a very long time, and this gives him an excuse to show his real personality. he's murdered, tried to steal another man's family, and tried to sexually assault 2 women now possible more beforehand. "They left him for dead. no one is looking!" shouts rick. 

I don't think you can call a man your friend if you are going to leave them for dead once they get hurt. I know Shane has experience doing that, leaving people for dead, lying saying they're dead, saying they died a hero when he really killed them, maybe Shane would fit in more with that group if they decided to come around looking for Randall. "We should still post a guard" t-dog says. I think we should have some extra surveillance just in case, but I don't think they will come looking. I know I wouldn't go looking for a person I left for dead. "he's out cold right now, will be for hours" Hershel pipes up to detour the conversation from the possibility of dangerous people coming for us to the hurt man. "You know what? I'm gonna get him some flowers and candy." Shane says sarcastically which makes me roll my eyes. that part of Shane has made me hate Shane the most because he's just this cruel man who has no hope for humans, who thinks he can fuck people over because it's fun, he's a man who thinks he can stomp on people just because they're weaker than him.

he then scoffs as he begins to walk away "look at this, folks we back in fantasyland" I don't know why Shane thinks we can't be kind anymore just because life as we had known it has ended, I don't know why this situation makes him thinks all morals are off the table. "You know we haven't even delt with what you did at my barn yet" Hershel says as he starts to follow after Shane slowly. Shane turns and begins to walk menacingly towards Hershel "let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all this is my farm. now I wanted you gone. rick talked me out of it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. so do us both a favor keep your mouth shut." it surprises me because Shane's mouth is shut the entire time even when he turns to leave the only thing to come out of his mouth is a sigh. he didn't even try to argue as Hershel spoke, which is very surprising and out of character. normally no one can speak to Shane like that, he's the boss and no one can tell him to shut his mouth, but now Hershel and rick are the bosses and Shane knows it. Shane knows he's been dethroned and can no longer use he's menacing leader role to get what he wants. 

Shane leaves the house with a big sigh and leaving the door open, but there is no protest from him which I would count as a win. rick walks over to Hershel and places his hand on his shoulder "we're not gonna do anything about it today. let's just cool off." Andrea has this look on her face which makes her look like she's uncomfortable in the situation or at least with the situation that just went on. I don't know why but recently Andrea has been defending Shane more and more, and it doesn't surprise me when she's the first to leave most likely following after Shane. Andrea's actions, her getting up and leaving causes everyone else to get up too. Daryl leaves almost immediately making me assume he's scared to talk to carol after what he said yesterday. I get up and whisper to Glenn "I'll be out in my spot if you need me" before leaving the house. both him and Daryl know what i mean by 'my spot' it's a nice big, shaded tree near the edge of Hershel's property and close to the horse stables. it's nice and it gives me a good look out into the woods if I really need to, it's also a really quiet place to just think, or do whatever I want to do without the drama of our group with loris pregnancy, the barn, Sophia, and this new Randall guy it's kind of good to just have a break from this. 

I'm sat up against the tree with my gun beside me, like always, and an old photo album in hand. sometimes I just look through the old pictures, remembering how good life was back then. the photo album was the first thing I grabbed before fleeing my apartment. I didn't grab a gun, or a knife, or even clothing and food. I grabbed an old photo album full of old pictures from my childhood. I remember just throwing books into my bag before leaving I didn't know if I'd be able to come back but I didn't want to leave them if I was going to be able to, so I packed them. I didn't care if it would be too heavy, I just wanted to keep the memories that were attached to them. maybe that's just me, I want to keep any and all memory of the old world because it was so beautiful compared to the world now.

I turn the page to see a picture of my brother and I with my cousin Theresa at the beach. my brother looks about 10 and my cousin and I look about 12 or 13. my cousin had black long hair that reached about mid back and green eyes, she has this pink one piece on that I remember my aunt had made her wear even though she despised the color pink at the time. my brother's hair was a dusty blonde color at the time which is why I assume he is around 10, he has a necklace around his neck which has a shark tooth hung on the thick black rope like chain, and a pair of green swimming shorts. I have my hair pulled back in a ponytail, and I've got a gold chained necklace around my neck that I remember my grandmother had bought me for easter that year. my brother has a big smile on his face as he holds up a small hermit crab shell in his hand, and my cousin has her arm wrapped around my neck pulling me closer to her. I remember this being around July of 1999 and we were on our yearly family vacation, my older cousins were 'too cool' to be in the photo with us, so they were standing behind my mother who was taking the photo. 

"hey" I look up to see Glenn standing to my left. "Hey..." I reply as he takes a seat next to me. "What are you doing?" he asks. I pull the picture out of the book and hand it to him as I say, "looking at old pictures", he nods as he takes the picture in his hands. "So, what's up with you?" I ask  his brows furrow together as he looks at me, I roll my eyes and say "you gave me the tightest hug I've ever gotten early I know somethings wrong Glenn" his lips press together in a straight line before he sighs and says "well I-I was getting shot at earlier and I kind of froze, Hershel and rick needed me and I froze" I grab his hand and squeeze it as I whisper "Glenn-" he cuts me off as he continues talking "and I think I froze because Maggie told me she loves me" my eyes widen. I don't know why he seems so upset about that "why is that such a bad thing?" I ask with my brows furrowed "because I don't think she actually loves me" I roll my eyes. Glenn is the most idiotic man I've ever met; he thinks Maggie doesn't actually love him that's so stupid. I've known that woman was madly in love with my best friend since the first time I saw them interact, the look in her eyes every time she looks at him is enough to tell and if Glenn thinks she's not in love with him then I think he's a damn fool. "Why would you think that" I say with a scoff as I scoot a little away from him, and then lay my head into his lap. he shrugs "I Dunno what if she just likes me because I'm the last attractive guy alive" I scoff "you are the stupidest man I've ever met" he rolls his eyes "just help me" he begs. I sigh "do you think I only like Daryl because he's the last guy I find attractive alive?" he shrugs "I don't know do you?" he asks as he leans his head against the tree. "no. I love him because he's really sweet when you get to know him, and he cares for me, and it does help that he's got a nice face and big muscles. and he's not the only guy I find attractive" I say with a laugh which makes Glenn scoff and roll his eyes. I think I fell in love with daryl in Atlanta when I got shot and he stayed with me. he just was really sweet in his own way that day. I think that day was somehow the best day of my life even though Glenn got kidnapped and I got shot. "Anyways I know Maggie loves you, and I think you should listen to me if you want to keep your girlfriend."

I push myself up and lean against the tree again "so who's this other guy you're attracted to?" Glenn asks I kind of freeze because I don't think I'm really attracted to anyone else right, I just said that to make a point, but I did kind of have a crush on Glenn when I first met him. it wasn't really a crush I just kind of thought he was cute. so, if you really think about it at first, I only liked Glenn because he was the last guy alive, I found attractive. "Well, I found you really attractive when I first met you" he bursts out laughing "you were so traumatized you were frozen in fear when we met!" I was but that didn't stop me from finding a guy cute. he had sat next to me for hours until I finally spoke to him, he was so sweet it was kind of hard not to think he's cute. "Well, I did date a lot of guys like you in high school, so I guess I already had a type."

he gasps before saying "what do you mean guys like me?!" through laughs. I shrug as I laugh as well "you know what I mean" soon enough were both laughing hysterically for no good reason, just because we keep making eye contact and then we're laughing again. during times like this it makes me forget everything that has happened, all the death, the heartbreak it all goes away. it's like it never happened and I get to be myself again.

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hello ml!! i was wondering if you could do a carl grimes x reader (she’s maggie and glenn’s adopted daughter) where they reunite at terminus after being separated at the prison (reader got out with maggie) tysm 💗

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genre: fluff pairing: Carl Grimes x f!reader summary: Carl and reader reunite after separating at the prison warning: none

a/n: hi anon! i hope this is to your liking 😊 also tysm for 100 followers!

You were no longer living at the prison with the rest of the group. After what the Governor had done to your home, you were alone and lost. It felt as if living in a nightmare, losing everyone you knew and loved. This wasn’t the first time you’ve lost those you cared for.

Thankfully, Maggie was there for you, like she had always been since the start, after losing your parents.

Out in the endless roads you both walked, day and night, with Sasha and Bob. You were missing Glenn and the others a lot, only hoping they were all okay and alive.

But you missed one person the most of them all.

Carl Grimes.

Both Carl and you had grown pretty close while at the prison. Always hanging out, telling each other secrets, stealing glances, and holding hands…

Maybe you two got a bit too close.

It wasn’t long before you found Glenn with Tara in that tunnel. Seeing Glenn after countless days of wandering around made you burst into tears. You had thought you would never see him alive again.

You were grateful to have them both by your side, to have them alive and safe.

However, you couldn’t help but think about Carl. Was he okay? You really hoped so.

— — —

You groan, sitting on the floor of the train car you and the rest of the group were locked in. Having arrived at Terminus, you thought it was a safe place to call home. Seeing the crops they had been growing and the kind people of Terminus made you feel ecstatic.

That was until they took all your belongings, threaten you, and then locked you all up in here. It was just perfect, wasn’t it?

It was eerily quiet outside before the sudden sound of shots firing all over the place erupts it. Clearly wanting to know what was going on, you get up and look at Maggie, sharing a look in the dark container.

“What is it?” You whisper to her, watching her try to peek out of the little opening of the car’s door.

“Can’t see.”

She says back, shaking her head while squinting through the crack.

But as quickly as the sounds came, it left. The silence consumed the outside for some time before the big door of the train car slides open. Instinctively you all take a step back, frighten but still ready to fight if needed.

That’s before a figure walks in, followed by another, and another. And then another. You can hear your heart racing inside your chest and your palms become sweaty.

“Rick?” Glenn’s voice breaks the silence as he steps forward. You stand behind Glenn, eyes darting from a dark figure to another dark figure. “You’re here.”

Glenn’s voice is filled with relief and surprise, and when you see Rick’s face through the dimly light coming from outside, you smile. Carl has to be here.

And you were right because not a few seconds later your eyes would catch his face.

When Carl’s eyes meet yours in the darkness of the car, you couldn’t hold back anymore before lunging at him and throwing your arms around his torso. He’s taken aback, letting out a small yelp as he stumbles back.

The warmth from you body and the familiar feeling of your presence quickly makes Carl realize it's you, immediately hugging you back.

You bury you face into his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of the boy you love. You forget about everyone and your surroundings, letting the way he held onto you engrave into your mind.

“Oh my god, Carl.”

You say into his skin, tightening your hug more as you sniff, trying your best to hold back tears. “It’s really you.”

He laughs, pressing his check on top of your head with his arms around you. “I can’t believe you’re here. I thought I lost you.” He sniffs too. You smile with eyes glossy, lifting your head to see him, even if it was too dark.

A sense of relief washes over you two. You both still managed to find each other after having lost everything.

With quivering lips, you whisper to him, “I missed you so much.” Your words hit him; his eyes glossy up too. You couldn’t see it, but you were sure he was tearing up by the way he squeezes your waist.

“I missed you too.” He says back to you, pulling you back into a hug before pressing a kiss on top of your hair. The feeling of his love and care makes your whole body warm up with content.

You felt safe in his arms after so long. You thought you had lost your home forever, but Carl was home.

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