#rick grimes x gn reader

[wingedtrash]

Rick Grimes x Reader with an oral fixation

||CW|| NSFW be careful. MDNI (I’m not responsible for your media consumption). Blow Job and that’s about it.

AFAB/GN Reader, Reader isn’t mentioned to have a gender, no body parts mentioned for reader

This is my first time posting my writing, don’t judge too hard.

(Slightly self insert)

At first he didn’t understand why you were always chewing on things/putting things in your mouth, whether it be the strings of your hoodie, your fingernails, your thumb, your knuckles, water bottle caps, pens and pencils, pretty much anything you could put in your mouth.

It wasn’t until a pen burst in your mouth that he confronted you.

You turned around from sitting at a table where you were writing in a journal. The ink of the pen dripping from your mouth. “Darlin’ that’s what happens when you chew on things that aren’t meant to be chewed on.” He said before grabbing you a glass of water to rinse your mouth with.

“I can’t help it Rick.” You responded, frustrated and embarrassed with yourself for chewing through the pen.

“What do you mean you can’t help it? Just stop puttin’ things in your mouth.” He shrugged.

“It’s not something I can just stop, it keeps my brain and mouth occupied. I don’t know, I can’t really explain it in a way that you’d understand.” You try your best to explain, but you really don’t know exactly why you do it, it’s not something you think about before doing.

After that he never bothers asking about it again.

He does however replace certain things. For example, if your chewing on a pen, he takes it away from you and gives you a pencil so it won’t explode in your mouth like last time.

He starts looking for gum on runs for you in hopes that it’ll help stop you from chewing on your fingers because he finds it very unsanitary, especially when you’re away from Alexandria and don’t have soap or clean water. He’s just trying to keep you from getting sick.

He doesn’t mind watching you with your fingers in your mouth though, he gets off on the sight.

After a little while, he starts offering his own fingers. (Only when you’re in the comfort of your shared bedroom.)

He enjoys watching the way your mouth suckles on his large fingers.

He also loves the feeling of your wet mouth around his fingers.

He eventually thinks of something even better that you can wrap your mouth around.

His cock

“Darlin’ you know what else I think you might enjoy havin’ in your mouth?” He’d ask one night as he was walking out of the bathroom from taking a shower.

“Hmmm?” You hummed, turning to look at him, towel draped over his hips, messy wet hair framing his face.

“C’mere, I’ll show you.” He said, unraveling his towel, still holding it up so he didn’t uncover his hard cock yet.

You could obviously already see where this was going, considering he was completely naked. (And that towel couldn’t hide his bulge no matter how Rick tried adjusting it.)

You were now stood in front of him, trying your best to act like you didn’t know what was to come.

He finally drops his towel and there, in all of it’s glory is his rock hard dick, waiting so patiently for your mouth.

“Knees.” He commands. And you do as you’re told, dropping to your knees in front of him.

He reaches down and grabs your chin with one hand. Fisting his cock in the other.

“Open.” He squeezes your cheeks.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out waiting for him.

He slaps his cock against your waiting tongue, sliding himself into your warm, wet mouth.

He groans at the feeling of you taking him into your mouth.

You push yourself as far down as you can go on him making yourself gag.

He definitely loves the sound of you gagging too.

He slowly starts fucking into your mouth, being as gentle as he can to not hurt you.

He ends up completely face fucking you.

Tears and drool streaming down your face, making a complete mess out of you.

He’s a sweetheart after though.

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[ravenraverequests]

crm!rick grimes first time imagine

rick grimes x gender neutral reader

|nsfw under the cut| |content: descriptions of mild violence, bottom reader *gender neutral*, unprotected sex, sir kink|

at first you despised rick grimes, your training lieutenant. you found him rough and stubborn. even though you were the best fighter in your squad, he still ignored you. the small looks you did catch aimed your way were heated, but indecipherable.

one day, with one person indisposed due to illness, there was no one for you to partner up with. you spoke to him and persuaded him to practice with you. you wanted to take him down a notch.

what you didn’t expect was being able to take him down. you end up straddling him, feeling something hard pressing against you between his legs.

you were surprised and rick took the opportunity to pin you. with his forearm pressed to your throat, you try to buck against him to get him off, but it works in a way you weren’t thinking, with him hastily getting off of you and calling an end to the training session.

he tells you to stay. frustrated, you give him attitude he doesn’t take well. he sends you back to your room with a threat to not show up to the next practice, to think about what’d you done. with you left confused and dazed, he storms off.

you show up anyways, leaned against the wall and watching as your colleagues train without you and watching as rick grimes tries to keep his eyes from finding you.

after, you’re sent on a mission with him and two other soldiers to investigate suspicious activity in the outskirts of the city. thankfully, it seemed to be a mistaken call.

that night before you head back to the base, you and rick find each still awake in the small, hidden safe house. he’s got a bottle of whiskey he offers to share with you.

-> (“thanks, sir.” “just call me rick.,” he says with a blush. “no can do, lieutenant.”)

after several minutes of silent drinking, he breaks the silence. he tells you that you’ve been a temptation since day one. you tell him that you planned ahead and the other two soldiers have been drugged and will sleep deeply for the remainder of the night.

at first, he’s taken aback. but as he looks at your sly smile and thinks over your presumptuous decision, he takes the bait.

-> (“get the fuck over here.” “yessir.”)

the first kiss is rough and forceful as he holds your chin to keep you in place. he leads you back to his room. you start to strip. he turns around after shutting the door he tells you to let him do it.

-> (“no… let me,” he murmurs. “such a gentleman.”)

after he gets you bare, he lays you down on his sleeping back. you fumble with his belt and quickly get his pants open while he kisses you. you begin to stroke him- he’s big, fuck- and he groans, his kisses trailing down your neck.

you bite your lip in an attempt to stay quiet, knowing the walls are thin. the feeling of rick on top of you, his hands grabbing at your hips and waist, is driving you insane. his hand slides over the crouch of your uniform pants, grinding his palm against you. you can barely contain yourself

-> (“let me hear you.” “fuck, sir-!” “that’s it. you’re beautiful,” he praises, breathless, “you sound beautiful.”)

he takes his time to prep you before he gets inside of you. even though it is hurried and frantic, you’re surprised at the considerate gesture.

-> (“ever the gentleman.” he chuckles lowly before saying, “when I get inside of you, I’m not starting slow.”)

he wasn’t lying. he pushes your thigh up your chests and positions himself better as he begins to slam into you. you cry out in pleasure and slight discomfort, the three finger prep still not enough to get you acclimated to the stretch from his large cock.

you cling to his back, sliding your hands under his shirt to rake your nails down his skin. he shudders and pants against you, his eyes screwed shut with ecstasy.

-> (“harder- please-!” “call me sir again.” “please, sir, please!”)

he obeys your wishes and starts to pound into you with more force. your walls clench around him in intervals, your orgasm approaching. you beg him to touch you.

-> (“I’m gonna cum, touch me, sir, please, touch me-” “fuck, okay, okay, I’ll touch you.” “yes- yes-!” “that feel good, honey?”)

with a few more strokes, you cum around his cock. he releases deep inside you with a moan that makes your body shudder post orgasm. he pulls out gently, immediately reaching for his shirt to clean you up.

as much as you want to fall asleep the way you are now, head against his warm chest, you know that you can’t let your colleagues catch on. you should’ve have slept with your superior, but you don’t care.

you sneak back into your shared room with your other colleagues. in the morning, the looks that rick gives you are softer, less mean.

“hey, why are you walking like that?” another soldier asks you.

“like what?”

“you’ve got a limp.”

you hope they don’t see the faint smile on rick’s face.

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[hellfireswhore]

Insecurities Rick Grimes would love would be…

Small hands

He thinks they are adorable! He is totally the type to compare hand sizes. He’ll tell you they are very useful for getting stuff out of tight areas so you’re very helpful on runs to get supplies they can’t reach without drawing attention. An extra is when y’all hold hands, he would say “it’s the perfect fit.” Then, he’d kiss your hand.

Hooded eyes

Your hooded eyes would bring him comfort. When he has a rough day and rants to you and makes eye contact with you, he softens. It makes him feel like you’re actually listening to him.

Hip dips

He would find them bad ass! He thinks it adds character to your body and swears you came out of a movie. When he gets protective, he puts his hand around your hip. It also reminds him you’re here with him.

Thin lips

Having thin lips makes you overthink about your kissing. You’re afraid you’re a bad kisser and don’t want Rick to kiss someone who can’t kiss right. But, he feels the total opposite. He believes the thickness of lips doesn’t affect kissing. He loves kissing you! As I said before, he’d find your thin lips bad ASS!! He thinks it makes you more reserved and independent.

Smile lines ft. Wrinkles

He finds these absolutely beautiful! He says it shows expression and makes people want to know you better because of how expressive you are (which he gotta look out for because he is a protective mfer). These features of yours make him feel warm and at home.

Birthmark(s)

These make him think, a lot, in a good way of course. If it’s in a place that’s noticeable, it makes him want to get to know you better. In a place that’s unnoticeable that only he saw, he would feel more close to you. He likes to mention what he thinks your birthmark looks like.

“Kinda looks like a turtle, what do you think?”

“Look at that, it’s a cloud!”

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A/N: YALL ATE THESE UP ON DARYL DAMN THANK YOUU!! I know no one asked for Rick Dicky but he loves ya too <3

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[forgetminot]

Incorrect Quotes - The Walking Dead Edition.

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Y/n: "So, Daryl is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night."

Rick: "What, Why?"

Y/n: "Because, I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row."

Daryl: *arms crossed and pouting* "You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass from walkers."

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Rick: *walks into the room*

Y/n: "He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?"

Daryl: "Well, it looks like it’s his own blood this time."

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Y/n: "Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Rick..."

Daryl: As you should be.

Y/n: "No, for real, he's kind of-"

Daryl: "As. You. Should. Be."

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Daryl: *whispering* "So when are we gonna tell them?"

Rick: *whispering* "Just give them a minute."

Y/n: *Pulling harshly on a door that clearly says push.*

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[river13245]

All I Wanted Was You

Warnings: ANGST, Rick being an ass, CHEATING, Daryl being protective and Negan being an ass and flirting at wrong times.

Series maybe (pt 1)

Rick had always been a man who usually knew what he wanted. It was part of the reason he was the leader of your group. He always took charge and made big desisious after thinking about it long and hard. It was something you admired about him.

It was one of the many things that made you fall for the man. The way he lead everyone through all the troubles that had came your way. How he cared for Carl and Judith and always made sure people were okay. Its was admirable how he cared for people.

In fact there was a time when he was sure of you. He had developed feelings for you many years ago and he was very sure that he wanted you. So when the two of you finally got together it was amazing. As amazing anything could be in the apocalypse. He would fall asleep next to you and you even woke up with him in bed. Some days he would be up early and heading to go do things he had to do. But on the days when he would sleep in late, with only the sheet covering your bodies. Those were the days you really just let yourself pretend there were no walkers. Just the two of you and your family happy and safe.

With the both of you being a couple, it was something people could tell if they paid attention. Either holding hands or taking care of eachother. When shit went down he would always try to protect you, or look for each other afterwards. You would do the same for him. People just knew.

However that all slowly began to change after about two years into the relationship. At first you kept making excuses for him. Saying it was because she was new and he had to make sure she wasn't a threat to anyone. That he had to show her around. Help her train and make sure she knew the rules and everything.

It started the day that Michonne joined the group. At first Rick was still right beside you the whole time. A bit weary of her because he didnt know her and she was new. He didnt want to make the wrong decision but he ultamitaly decided to let her stay.

You and the group were a bit hesistant at first. But when she slowly began to help people with things around town. Everyone started to get along better, letting her feel welcome. You even went out of your way to talk to her and invite her on small trips.

Everything was fine, or so you thought. But after a while Rick started to become distant. He would wake up in the morning and instead of staying in bed and wrap his arm around you. He now gets up and throws clothes on and barely even kisses you goodbye.

There was one morning when you had wanted to spend some time with him. Make the both of you some food before starting the day but he had decided to take a quick shower and start heading out. You were trying to have a conversation with him but he was giving you rushed answers as he put on his boots.

You walked up to him and grabbed ahold of his arm and made him look at you. "Rick what is going on. Why are you in such a rush?" you asked and he looked at you "Just have to go on a run with michonne and Daryl. We gotta try to find more weapons"

He seemed to be telling the truth so instead of starting what you knew would be an argument you nod. "Alright I love you" and with that he begins to walk out the door saying "love you" and that's only one of the things that makes your chest hurt. He always said "i love you too" never just two words. The other thing was that he didn't even look at you when he said it and left without a kiss or anything.

This wasn't the Rick you agreed to be with. But maybe he was just going through things he couldn't talk about. All you knew was that he is the man you want, you've been in love with him for years. Carl even liked you and that took a bit of work because he wasn't a big fan of opening up right away But you two were close now.

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It had been five months since Michonne had entered the group. You hadn't seen much of her but you haven't seen much of Rick either. Deciding to spend time with Maggie or Dary to fill your time. Maggie had been your best friend since before the outbreak happened. Both of you adjusting to this new life. She was even your number one supporter when you and Rick had gotten together.

The both of you had been on patrol just making sure no walkers were coming. It was a slow day so the both of you were talking for a while and she could sense that something was wrong. "okay what is going on? You're being off"

A sigh escapes you and you begin to vent. Telling her about how rick has been acting and about the fact that he's almost always out. And when he's not he comes back and he is quiet. Nothing like the man you fell in love with. Even Maggie is confused because that is weird behavior from him.

But then you go and try to defend him. "But I know he's been working a lot. He goes out on runs alot with Daryl and Michonne and comes back just really tired"

As if you had summoned him. Daryl comes around the corner looking sweaty, probably just coming back from hunting. "what about me?" he asks and so you say "You and Rick have been going out on runs a lot with Michonne"

He looks confused and shakes his head "No I haven't. Only runs I go on, im alone or with Carol" Now its your turn to look confused "what do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that Rick has been alone with Michonne for months now.?"

Maggie grabs ahold of your hand and you scoff and stand straight up. Brushing yourself off "I am so sick and tired of this. I thought he liked me...well loved me. He wanted ME before she came along. But that's just life right, there always is another person someway somehow"

Daryl looks guilty even when he has done nothing wrong. Maggie pulls you into a hug while Daryl rests his hand on your back. You don't cry but you just stand there for a moment before pulling away. "Daryl i'm going to go on the trip you all are taking. I'm going to go kill Negan with you all"

Maggie nods and Daryl smiles "alright. Go get some sleep cause we are leaving tomorrow" you nod and walk back home and once again you go to sleep alone. Rick was gone when you woke up which is probably best since he didn't want you to go on the trip with everyone. But you are anyways.

You end up getting ready, putting on a thick shirt and made sure to have a bag and some supplies with you. Weapons were always around you so you made sure they were loaded before making yourself a quick breakfast. You were in the middle of eating when you hear a knock. "come in" you say and in comes Daryl.

"we gotta go. You're riding with me on the bike" he says and you nod. He always seemed to know exactly what you wanted. Just knowing you don't want to be near anyone besides him and Maggie right now. So when you guys walk to everyone , he gets on the bike before holding out his hand and helping you get on.

Once you guys are on and ready is when Rick walks to the group. He gives his pep talk, one that you weren't listening to at all. Your hand still in Daryl's squeezing it. Rick looks around and notices you and he gives you a look basically asking what the hell you were doing. But you look away from him and tell Daryl to start the bike.

Everyone leaves and some go separate ways. You were always with Daryl, he seems to want to keep you as close as possible to protect you. The both of you talk during the ride because its how you cope with nerves. By physical touch or cracking jokes. So he just listens and laughs at some of the things you say.

When the two of you get there Rick tries to talk to Negan. He walks out and they walk up to each other. You were beside Daryl who has a hand on your arm. Rick and Negan are arguing and having a contest on whose dick is bigger. (not really) but it's what they are acting like. Seeing who will make the first move, however when Negan turns and looks at you he smirks.

You had only ever seen this man one other time and that was when he killed Glenn. However he seemed to recognize you and he runs his tongue across his teeth and smirks. "well well well. I see you brought me a little surprize. Why don't you come on out darling"

Daryl grips onto you but you turn to place your hand on his chest. "its okay Daryl. Let me do what I've gotta do. I've gotta get you all out of this, no matter what I have to do" He gives you a look as you pull out of his hold and walk out into the open.

Rick looks at you "what the hell are you doing?"

Walking up closer but giving space so your farthest away from rick as you can be. "Doing what I have to" you say with a monotone voice. This earns a chuckle from Negan "woah Lovebirds aren't singing this time. Trouble in paradise?"

This makes you and Rick both look at him. Negan holds up his hand in mock surrender. "look just let them go. Most of these people have families to get back too"

At your words one of Negan's followers holds up the gun and aims it at you. You freeze in your spot but you don't look scared, in fact the only one who reacts is Daryl. He starts to walk in front of you but Rick holds his hand out to silently tell him to stop. Rick doesn't even look phased and thats what causes your chest to ache.

Negan had quickly looked at the man who was aiming at you and said "now we don't go around shooting people who hasn't really done anything to deserve it. Especially such a pretty one" The man lowers it and you seem to be able to breathe a bit more but he aims it at Rick now and that's when you stand in front of him. Shielding him from the bullet if they were to shoot.

You look straight at negan "Look enough with this fake flattery. It will get you no where with me. If you want to get anywhere with me, you will let them go. Rick has a family to get back too, Daryl he has Carol, Everyone has someone waiting for them, especially kids." you pause to breath for a second before deciding your next choice of words. "haven't you ever had a child or someone you cared about. That you would do anything to get back home too."

A muscle in Negan's face tenses and you already know the answer. "then let them go. I'm sure your a reasonable man when you want to be" you try to flatter him just a little before he speaks "And what about you huh? What do you have back there waiting for you?"

He steps closer to you which makes you look up at him. Not backing down from whatever he was trying to do. Which was intimidate you. "Absolutely nothing. What do you have waiting for you? Just a bunch of people who follow you cause they are scared of you. Does anyone really hope and pray that you come back?"

Negan grips your jaw which makes you wince but you remain eye contact. You knew you struck a nerve and that was the point. "You better watch how you speak to me. I may not have someone hoping that I come back, but it seems to me like you also have no one. Not even the man you love seems to be worried about you"

Now he had hit a nerve and you grip onto his leather jacket and pulled up away from you. Just enough so that you could swing at him. Your fist hits hit jaw and he chuckles at that. "don't ever speak to me about what I do or don't have. That is none of your business"

Instead of negan retaliating from you hitting him. Instead he grabs your arm and pull you close to him. Then he looks out at everyone saying loudly "we will let them go. Go back to their people, but i'm not going empty handed" His grip on you tightens and you groan. "ill be taking y/n. Back with me so now I have two of your people"

Negan looks down at you and you glare up at him. Obviously not happy with the arrangement but you knew how this was going to go. Before you stepped out of alexandria. The first time you met Negan he had seemed fascinated by you. In fact you had yelled at him in front of everyone and even killed one of his people after he killed Glenn. And when he didn't kill you on the spot. That's when you knew he wouldn't.

However when Eugene had left and joined their group. Is when you made your own plan, you would get on the inside too. Fuck some shit up on the downlow. Eugene had been your best friend, the both of you being inseparable and when he left is when you knew you had to go through with the plan. And here you were.

So when Negan looks down at you and asks "Who are you?" Everyone knew what he wanted the answer to be. Maggie gasps and everyone's eyes are on you, Even Ricks. If this is what you had to do to get his attention, you didn't want it. Taking a deep breath before saying "Im Negan"

This is when everyone was aloud to react. Negan loved a crowd reaction, he loved the attention. Especially when he got what he wanted. Daryl tried to grab you but Rick pulled him away "what do ya think yer doin" he asks and you look over at him. Tears threatening to fill your eyes but you look at Rick.

He looks confused and a little disappointed. There was no love in his expression, their hasn't been for months now and so you looked back at Daryl. Who looked pissed and hurt and something else you couldn't quite place. Maybe desperation. "Im doing what's best"

When Rick had finally gotten Daryl inside a car and he stopped fighting. He runs to Michonne, his hands on her shoulders and arms. Checking for any bruises or wounds and when she reassures him shes unharmed. You can visibly see the sigh of relief he has, as he pulls her to him holding her close.

That is what you had been missing for months. Thats whats been missing in his eyes when he looked at you. Now you knew why, Its because hes been giving all of his love to her.

You must have looked as awful as you were feeling because Negan places his arm around you. At first you think he's going to flirt or joke around but he actually just pulls you to him and begins to walk the both of you back inside. He doesn't say anything, for the first time he has nothing to say.

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[bunny-twirl]

Y/N: When Daryl comes in... Just know I didn't do it.

Rick: What did you do, Y/N?

Daryl: *Coming in.* Y/N, why's th' house down th' street on fire?

Rick: What!?

Y/N: THERE WAS A SPIDER!

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[itsgrimeytime]

Home is Where the Heart is (Part One) || Farmer!Rick Grimes (TWD) x Teacher!GN!reader AU

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: Like Real People Do by Hozier.

Summary: Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.

TWS: starting over, and identity crisis.

[[A/N: Thanks to @imaginemyfavoritefics for the name idea. The vibes of this are hallmark forward, so expect something rather cheesy. Thanks for reading!! ]]

You weren't running, you rationalized deep in your head -almost as if on instinct. You were an adult, you could deal with adult problems -like relationship issues, you just wanted to... you just needed a break. A breather even. Plus, they needed a teacher -it was practically destiny.

So, why did it feel like you were running?

You hadn't had a serious job in Atlanta, just an assistant, and as much as you loved those kids, you needed to do your job. When it felt like everything was going wrong in the world (and it was-), you still had teaching. It felt like what you were supposed to do, it was a reprieve from... everything else. So, even with a fresh start, you still needed teaching.

The transitions between cities bright against the landscape into more timid more rural areas was something you found somehow conflicting. You'd spent the last few years in the city, busy nights with a constant buzz of noise -cars honking, people talking, street performers... As it got quieter, there were fewer people on the road and the tall buildings turned into trees scrapping the sky; it was all a little surreal.

And it struck you then, you weren't scared -not really. Not scared to uproot everything and start over, it made you wonder bad it had gotten without you knowing.

"Okay," you hummed, turning down a sort of suburban road -houses every little bit, but much farther apart than the tight compression of a culdesac, "-1259, little white house-"

Your Grandma had called you at least 10 times ensuring you'd remembered the address -as if it wasn't written in your GPS. But as it turns out, back on these roads, just off what you assumed to be the town center, Google had no fucking clue where you were. So, perhaps you should thank her, actually.

"1259," you muttered, again -eyes focused out your passenger side, trying to see the addresses, "-little white house-"

And then, someone tapped on your driver's window.

"'Ay, ya need somethin'?"

You spun around in your driver's seat quickly, matching a man's -tall, brunette, brown-eyed. He wore some assortment of a leather vest and seemed to have been busy prior -you could see the dirt dusted under his fingernails and staining his jeans. The second thing you noticed was his tone wasn't friendly.

Maybe he thought you were nosing around in something you shouldn't.

"I, uh, yeah-" you rolled down your window, -briefly wondering how long it had been since you met somebody new, "-I'm trying to get to 1259? It's a uh, little white-"

"No, no," he echoed -interrupting you, less confrontational, "-I kno' the place, got a friend 'at lives near ya. Just follow me."

And without another word, he waltzed off in front of you -focusing succinctly on a motorcycle. An old one, by the looks of it, well-maintained though -maybe there's an auto shop around here?

The purr of the engine was loud, even through your rolled-up windows. Something in you had expected heads to pop out of windows -words yelled, so when they didn't... you assumed he was a regular here.

Cranking your car, you slowly cruised to follow him. He seemed to be attentive to you being behind him -driving slow when you were certain it had seen far faster speeds. Maybe even earlier today actually-

You appreciated it, nonetheless.

It was a short journey, a few more turns, and a little bit more driving down roads aimlessly. All things considered though, you were very close to the center of town -where everything was sold and the only stores miles in any direction resided. So, you could work with it.

That being said, where the house was wasn't exactly suburban. There weren't pristine sidewalks and crosswalks, or only little patches of grass here and there. You had a yard -a flourishing yard with trees and flowers and just... open space.

The neighbors were close enough that you could see the house -a surprising sort of light blue paneling, but you could definitely see that their fence far surpassed your own. Their yard seemed almost to last forever, you could even see a barn far back from the back of the house -red, yes, but very worn by the weather, and if you truly listened you could actually hear the shuffle of some livestock.

Okay, so next door to a farm, you told yourself -lightly, -totally can do this.

Without another thought the man pulled off to the side in front of you -making way for you to pull into the driveway. A smooth sort of ease on the bike that made you assume he had years of practice. He certainly looked the part.

You got out of your car, roaming close to him at a comfortable distance (for him or you weren't sure). He didn't seem the type to want strangers close, but then again you weren't really, either.

"Thank you," you started, kind of awkwardly but you were meeting someone new so you let it slide -tone taking a casual sort of amusement, "-I appreciate the help. I know I would've been out there for hours if-"

"Don't sweat it," he echoed -kind of coldly but you didn't know him well enough to assume he meant it that way, "-anythin' else?"

"Uh," you started, "-the Elementary? It's back by the center, right?"

"Yep, can't miss it," he answered, shortly, "-if ya need anythin' else, I'm only a few houses down. Otherwise, people 'round 'ere are pretty friendly."

You smiled -at your very first success, "Okay, thank you, really... uh...?"

"Daryl," he puffed out -making no effort to move from his motorcycle, "-Daryl Dixon."

"Y/N," you offered back, "-Y/N Y/L/N."

And without another word -only a single swift nod of his head, he was gone. It was such a quick exchange that you almost thought for a moment you dreamed it -that you'd somehow gotten the memo of where the house was and he didn't exist at all. Which, to be fair, at the rate your brain was firing could definitely be plausible. You were a mix of something between relentlessly tired from the drive, and insanely stressed because well... You'd just up and moved your whole life for good reason, but still.

"Everythin' alright?"

You blinked and were met with yet another unknown face. Not that you expected to know anyone here -other than maybe a few faces your Grandma had stories of. But this man... you would've known him.

Tall with a head of brunette curls matted in a sort of dirt -the same dusted across his shoulders, you guessed, and encrusted into his fingernails. His eyes were a sort of blue that you considered people write poems about and along his tan jaw was a big bushy beard -something about it was untamed. Like he hadn't cared to brush through it that morning, or maybe just hadn't cared for it for a while. Still, somehow he looked good. Handsome, even.

"Oh, yeah, sorry-" you started -trying to calm the flush of him just waiting while you downright ogled him, "-I just, I got some help finding my new place. Kind of zoned out there, but I'm... I'm fine, really."

He raised an eyebrow, intently, "Ya sure?"

"Yeah, yeah," you softened slightly at the concern his tone held -something in you aching in realizing you hadn’t been concerned over in so long, "-just tired. 'Been a long drive."

"Where'd ya drive from?"

"Atlanta," you answered -far easier than you intended to (there was just something about him-).

"A very long drive," he chuckled -low timber of his voice rattling through your bones (something in you stiffened -not again), "-ya need any help with anythin'? I got some free hands."

"If you're not busy," you countered -exhaustion a distant rattle in the back of your body, ever present.

"Nah," he reassured, blue eyes flickering over you, "-I got stuff 'at can wait. If you don't mind waitin' a minute, I can get my son to help too."

"Well..." you responded, slow and awkward, "-thank you."

"No, really," he echoed, "-ain't a problem. I'm Rick, by the way, Rick Grimes."

You smiled, maybe a bit less of a polite one and more genuine then, "Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. Do you... Do you live around here?"

Rick laughed -a sort of deep chuckle that mostly felt warm in tone as he roamed towards some of the boxes, "Yeah, I'm uh... I'm actually y'er neighbor."

"Oh," you echoed out, as he seamlessly picked up three -like it was as light as a feather, "-really?"

"Yea'-" he spoke, hoisting up the boxes slightly and you suddenly realized just how snug his t-shirt was, "-blue house, big farm-"

And despite the flatline of your brain then, you still managed to remember the large plot of land right next to yours. The beautiful blue house was his, of course it was-

Handsome, strong, probably married neighbor, you tsked yourself -remembering the mention of a son, -totally can handle this. Totally cool with this.

This trip wasn't to ogle neighbors, it was to care for yourself and start fresh, and further your career-

"You okay?"

"What?" You startled in place, merely jumping actually, "-oh, yeah, just... a lot to do. And even more tomorrow."

He tilted his head slightly, eyes sweeping over you -like he couldn't read you, "Take it day by day, 'sure it'll all work out."

Correction. Handsome, strong, caring, probably married neighbor, you ran through your head -words anything but at your leisure.

God, you were so fucked.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #its griming time #stuff n' thangs #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #ricky dicky doo dah grimes #twd #twd rick #rick grimes x y/n fanfiction #rick grimes oneshot #home is where the heart is #rick grimes x gn!reader

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Daryl: Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things. Y/N, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too. Rick: Wow, Daryl was late too! What a coincidence!

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon #gn!reader #source: incorrect quotes ideas #twd incorrect quotes #the walking dead #twd #rick grimes #daryl dixon x gn!reader #daryl dixon x female!reader #daryl dixon x male reader #incorrect quotes

[rickydoodahgrimez]

friends? || rick grimes x gn!reader

summary: you save rick from almost getting bitten and he doesn't seem to like that

tw: swearing, rick being a little bitch and denying his feelings xx

It was supposed to be a normal run

Unfortunately, not everything goes to plan. Glenn and Carol begged you to go on a run with Rick since Daryl had to back out last minute. You tried to beg Glenn if he could take your place because who knows what would happen if you were alone with Rick Grimes.

It really all started when Rick first joined the group. You two just constantly butted heads. You just never agreed on anything. So who knew what might happen if the guy you can't spend 5 minutes around without smashing his head in, you have to endure 2 hours with.

Sadly, your pleading didn't work and you had to get into his car, not sparing the sheriff a glance and watching Carol and Glenn wave with matching smirks on their faces as the car drove away.

It was painfully awkward and everlasting silence during the drive and every single time you tried to talk to him, he would stay silent which would make it more frustrating. In the end, you decided to give up because it was simply not worth it.

It was around thirty minutes when the car stopped next to a orphanage in a random town. Rick got out first and slammed the door behind him, making you roll your eyes at him.

You walked into the pharmacy a minute after Rick did and headed straight towards the kitchen. You looked in the cupboards for baby food and put it in the bag you carried. You were about to look in the fridge when you heard a loud shout

"Shit!"

There was no answer on how fast you run towards the sound, all you know is that you dropped the bag that was in your hand and took flight. You didn't know how you knew on which room it came from but you're glad you did, when you saw around 10 walkers and one Rick Grimes on the floor.

Quickly, you stabbed all the walkers in the head that were close to you to get towards Rick and then you noticed that he stabbed the one that was on top of him and shoved it out the way but unfortunately, another walker was on top and it's mouth landed right next to his neck.

Instinctively, you reached for your gun and shot the walker in the head causing it to fall limp against Rick's chest. Rick breathed heavily and he looked at your now stretched arm in front of him and to your annoyingly pretty face, then he decided to ignore your out stretched arm and walked away from you

"Where are you going?" You asked, keeping up with his pace

"We're leavin'" His southern accent drawled out

"But we're not even done yet!" You protested, grabbing his shoulder

Rick suddenly turned and blue eyes pierced your soul and locked his hand around your wrist to tug you along "I said we're leavin"

Before Rick could tug you further, you twisted his wrist and propped him against the wall, with your knife at his neck and a murderous look in your eye.

Your voice was low and void of any emotion "If you touch you me again, I will drive this neck through your neck and I enjoy every single fucking second of it"

You backed away from him, your knife back in your pocket and jogged towards the kitchen, not sparing him a glance. When you came back to the spot where you left Rick, he was still standing there and this time your bag was in your hand.

"Now we can go" You broke the silence and walked back to the car

You and Rick were in the car, driving on the main road and it's been more awkward than the first drive, when he walked in. You watched the window and as the trees passed by, you knew you weren't gonna take it anymore

So being the stupid person you are, you turned to Rick "Why do you hate me?"

Rick turned to look at you and chuckled "Why do I hate you?" He asked slowly

"Well it's either you're deaf and you need hearing aids sweetheart, because I'm pretty sure you heard me" You retort back, sarcastically

Rick let out a short laugh at your comment, which made you look at him in disbelief "Wow, who knew Rick Grimes could laugh"

Rick stopped laughing but still had a small smile on his face "I don't hate you"

"Really" You ask "Because I have this passionate, burning hate for you that goes deep inside my veins and every time I see you, I want to pour hot, flaming coffee on you so you can burn in the sun"

Rick turned to look at you and you continued "Do I really need to be any more sarcastic for you Rick? Because I'm pretty sure everyone knows you hate me"

"Nah" Rick replied "You just piss me off to an extent"

"Huh, and how exactly did I ‘piss you off to an extent’ when the first time we met, you made it seem like you hated me" You explained

"I don't know" Rick stated "You took care of anyone, you cared for people even though you didn't know them, you took care of Carl and you took care of Lori even when I wasn't"

"So basically, I pissed you off because I took care of your family members?"

"And also, you're sarcastic remarks" He admitted and you smiled

"Knew it" You both chuckled and Rick looked from the road to you

"So, friends?" He suggested

You looked at him with a small smirk "Maybe"

yeah, so basically, my first post. y'know, i couldn't think about the ending for almost a day cause my head was being a little bitch 😀

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x gn! reader #ricky being a little bitch

[kentstoji]

yandere rick grimes, who vehemently believes in his own illusion that you are incapable of surviving the apocalypse and need his protection, the protection of his family.

(for you, it was almost satisfying, proving him wrong. however, such a rebellious spirit only increased his desire - the group's desire - to lock you up in a safe place.)

#ch:. rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #yandere rick grimes #yandere the walking dead #gn!reader #self indulgence hc.

[wingedtrash]

Rick Grimes x Reader

Rick gets busy and accidentally starts neglecting your relationship.

||CW|| None really, just fluff, a little angst mention of cheating (it doesn’t actually happen Ricks a loyal lover)

AFAB/GN reader, reader has no mentioned gender

Rick had been really busy, going on runs, making plans, running Alexandria. Just doing typical leader stuff.

Him doing all of that left barely any time for your relationship, and that was starting to upset you.

At first you tried ignoring it. You understood that he had important things to do, especially to keep everything going and keep everyone alive.

But it was getting to the point that you saw him for (if you were lucky) maximum 30 minutes a day.

He had stopped coming to bed even when he was in Alexandria, always opting to sleep where the planning was going on, or the jobs were located so he was closer and able to be alert.

This started worrying you, the ideas of him cheating started crossing your mind. It was stupid to even think that he would do such a thing, you knew that. Rick was a loyal, trustworthy man, but he still wasn’t putting very much into your relationship at the moment.

You were angry, but you knew you needed to talk to him. You didn’t know when you would be able to do that, or how you would do it without letting your emotions get the best of you.

A couple of days later, you heard the front door open and close, and heavy footsteps walk in. At first you thought it was Daryl who had been in and out of the house for the last couple of days, getting his gear ready for a run, but you soon recognized them to be Ricks.

You were standing at the kitchen island cutting vegetables for a stew Carol was planning on making for dinner.

Rick saw you as soon as he walked in, walking over to you to greet you. “Hey, darlin’.” He mumbled, moving behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You sound tired.” You said plainly, continuing to cut the vegetables.

“You mad at me?” He asked, loosening his arms around you.

“No-” you paused. Your whole body tensing up beneath his arms.

“Really?” He questioned, and it felt like he knew you were, and why you were.

This made you feel like you had to tell him now. So you did.

“Maybe.” You continued your movements of chopping the vegetables.

“Why darlin’?” He asked calmly, reaching up to rub at your shoulders.

“You’ve been gone for weeks. You haven’t been to bed in what’s felt like forever and you’ve barely spoken to me Rick! I don’t know where you’ve been or what you’ve been doing!” You shout the last sentence out of frustration, dropping the knife onto the cutting board.

"I'm sorry darlin'. I know I've been all over the place recently. Everyone’s always needin’ somethin’ and you know how that goes.” He says, squeezing his arms tighter around you again.

“You could’ve at least came by and updated me on whatever was going on.” You replied, unraveling his arms from you and turning to look at him.

He could see how much it bothered you. Your eyes conveying your emotions more than you would’ve liked them to.

“C‘mere.” He said, grabbing your wrists and guiding you away from the kitchen island. He guided you up the stairs and to your shared bedroom.

“What Rick?” You asked, not knowing exactly what he was getting at. He had turned away from you digging in his side of the dresser.

“Put this on.” He said, suddenly throwing one of his shirts at you.

“Why?” You asked, looking at him confused.

“Just do it.” He responded, pulling out a pair of his sweats.

So you did, when you finished putting on his shirt, you realized he had changed out of his day clothes and into something he would normally sleep in, that being just a pair of sweats and no shirt.

He climbed into the bed, and motioned for you to come over.

“Rick what’re you doing?” You asked again.

“What does it look like sweetheart? I’m tryin’ to make up for missed time.” He responded. “I’m exhausted from the last few weeks, I just wanna hold you.” He added, now doing grabby hands towards you since you hadn’t come over when he motioned.

You finally walked over and joined him, climbing into the bed beside him.

When you did he quickly wrapped his arms around your figure and pulled you into his arms.

You immediately loosened up at the contact, melting into it.

“I missed you, missed this.” He mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“I did too, but you realize I’m supposed to be getting to veggies ready for Carol right now, right?” You responded pulling away to look at his face.

“They looked ready to me.” He responded with a shrug.

“Well they weren’t, so if she yells at me you’re going to have to save me.” You laugh.

“I will don’t worry.” He responds closing his eyes.

You watched him doze off, he was always handsome in this peaceful state. As time went on you fell asleep shortly after.

This apology still wasn’t exactly enough and he knew that. He was just saving the rest of his apology for when he wasn’t as tired wink wink.

(Part 2 perhaps for the rest of the apology?)

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes x gn reader #rick grimes x fem reader #rick grimes x male reader #andrew lincoln #rick grimes imagine

[ravenraverequests]

crm rick grimes x gn reader smutty headcanons

-typically, he likes to fuck you hard and fast. he likes to hear you whimper and cry out in his ear as he fucks you into your mattress. he always leaves you with a limp that the other soldiers comment on. you tell them you hurt your leg in training while rick smirks to himself.

-some nights, when the sorrow and darkness in his eyes is deeper than usual, he likes to fuck you slow. you wrap your legs around his waist and bury your face in his neck while he thrusts deeply and leisurely into you. he tells you how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have met you.

-after his training, when he’s frustrated and sweaty and tired, you always get down on your knees for him and let him fuck your mouth. he pulls on your hair and praises you, telling you what a “good little whore” you are for him and how “fucking good” you are. he apologizes for the hair pulling and head pushing after he finishes by going down on you until you’re crying out and begging him to stop with your thighs shaking around his head. he always tells you “one more, baby, I know you’ve got one more in you”.

-he’s the best kisser you’ve ever kissed. the first time you kissed, he had taken your face gently into his hand and kissed you deeply. you grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, and before you knew it, you were up against a wall with your legs hoisted around his waist, grinding down on him and whining into his mouth.

-while he always tops and is usually the more dominant one in bed, he has his submissive streak. there are times when you run your hands through his hair when he’s between your legs and his eyes flick up to yours, pleading and desperate to be good. you’ll never forget the night where you told him to fuck you harder and when he obeyed, you whispered in his ear, “good boy.” he had cum almost immediately after, letting out a whimper. he apologized profusely for finishing prematurely, but you considered it one of the hottest things he’d ever done.

-he loves any position that you’ll let him put you in, but something about you riding him drives him crazy. he loves to grope your chest and kiss your torso as you move your hips. he loves to praise you when you do it, whispering sweet but dirty things to you. when he can’t take your slow hip swivels anymore, he grabs your hips with his large hands and begins to bounce you in his lap. he’ll pull his feet in to steady himself as he thrusts upwards into you. when you’re done, he likes to keep you in his lap until his cock fully softens. he likes holding you close to his chest and petting your hair.

-he’ll never leave you hanging. he’s a gentleman so he always insists on you cumming first (and more than once). even when he’s pounding into you, about to fall off the edge himself, he’ll hold it off long enough to make you cum first.

-he accidentally wears his dog tags one night. he’s over you, making you moan in pleasure, when you fist your hands in his shirt and demand it come off. he sits back in his haunches to pull his shirt off. he chuckles lowly when his dog tags jump out and goes to take them off, but you tell him to keep it on. you cum hard that night, with his dog tags dangling in your face as he fucks you.

-he loves to overstimulate you. he adores the way you cry and squirm when he keeps licking even after your second orgasm. you love his mouth and he loves putting it to use for you. he prefers to make you cum at least once before he eases you down onto his cock. he loves to have you sobbing and begging for him.

#the ones who live #the walking dead #rick grimes #andrew lincoln #gn reader x rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #fanfiction #gender neutral reader #towl #twd #twd towl

[alexiswritingstuff]

Anything to make you happy.

(GUYS I KNOW I’VE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG, I’M SORRY. MY SCHEDULE KEEPS CHANGING BUT I AM GIVING YOU FUEL FOR NOW. I HOPE YOU ENJOY.)

Pairing: Glenn Rhee x gn! reader. 

Request: Him getting you comic books on a run, a cute small lil drabble.

AN: I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. I honestly couldn’t describe how much I like Glenn as a character. He’s so comforting :((

Please keep the requests for him coming in!! I would love to write more for this guy!

Warnings: Nothing too bad. There are general descriptions of an apocalypse and the consequences of one. Little mentions of death (not Glenn or the reader.)

This also might be very long as I like to add in moments between other characters as well as the main one it's centred around, so... Yeah, get yourself comfortable.

An apocalypse is something people can prepare for depending on the amount of time they have. They can get food supplies, weapons to protect themselves, extra clothes if needed.

But the one thing people don’t think about in that moment... is entertainment.

I mean, sure, if the world was ending right in front of your eyes, having something to do when you were bored wouldn’t really be something that would be on your mind. Except... 

What happens when that time does come?

Your group had finally secured a place to stay after moving around for weeks on end. You went from house to house, neighbourhood to neighbourhood, and even in a literal circle because of the events of the farm.

But now you had something.

You had a home.

The only downside, however... was that the place was in fact a prison. Meaning that you had to live whatever life you had left inside a prison cell.

At least in this world, it was optional.

You currently found yourself residing in the cell that you chose. You were sitting on the lower part of one of those bunk beds, with your back leaning into the cool stone wall that the bed was up against.

The answer to the previous question of ‘what happens when the time of boredom comes’ in your case, was reading.

Well, it wasn’t like you just pulled out a full on novel and started following these characters on an emotionally descriptive journey that never left a thought unknown.

They were comic books.

The last contact you have with your previous interests before this whole zombie invasion thing.

You flick onto the next page, wide eyes concentrated and eager as they scan over the action taking place across the smooth paper. An edition of a Batman series you used to follow growing up.

It may have been the same scenario over and over again. You know, some form of evil occurs or someone turns bad, makes a racket, and may even take someone to get Batman’s attention.

But every single time... he gets there.

The moment there is that feeling of success from the evil doers, or that sense of surrender from the hostage taken to rile people up, he appears and fights until things are safe again.

He barely gives up, and even when he does, it just shows you that he’s human. He’s just-

“Y/n, hey,” 

When the sound actually caught your ears, you began to blink rapidly. The action scene that was previously playing through your head began to fade away until your focus now landed on a figure that stood in the doorway. Your doorway.

Glenn smiles for a second, waiting for the book in your hand to lower before he continues on, “Uh... Daryl is planning to go on a run in like five minutes? And-- And I’m going to go with him.” the man explains with a few nods of his head as if trying to convince himself of what he was saying.

Now because of an introduction like that, you were expecting some sort of implication, or a reason as to why he was telling you this... 

However, nothing else was said.

After staring at the man for at least five more seconds, your eyes narrow, “... Why are you telling me this?” Glenn blinks for a moment. Probably replaying the last few minutes in his head before his eyebrows raise, “Oh, I, uh... Sorry, would you.... Do you want to join us?”

“That’s what I was going to... ask.”

You suppress a smile, giving the guy a few nods of your head in attempts to ease him a little, “Um, I kind of said that I would help Rick with the farming today already... I mean, I can get someone else to do it, I’m pretty sure Carl would--”

“No, no, no, that’s fine! That’s fine!” Glenn suddenly insists with his hands held out in front of him for further emphasis, “That’s-- That’s okay, um...”  

“I’ll see you later then, huh?” the guy continues while you watch in amusement, finally letting a smile take over your lips when he looks back one more time, “I hope you enjoy your... Wait, is that-- Is that a Batman comic book?”

Glenn’s entire body twisted in a matter of seconds after the words left his lips, and before you could even properly answer, he was sat down on the bed beside you, taking the book right out of your hands.

“Uh... Yeah, it is,” you confirm regardless of your confused state, just watching as Glenn flipped the book round so that the cover was visible in front of him. “Whoa, it’s in great condition,” he then points out before turning to you with narrowed eyes, “I didn’t know you liked comic books.”

“What?” you question almost instantly while you lean back a little, making Glenn feign fear as he gave them back, “I don’t know! It just-- I mean, no one else here likes comics, apart from Carl.”

“Besides, I’ve never... actually seen you read one... Ever. Not even back at the camp.” he adds on, and you let your fingers lightly graze back and forth across the book spine, “That’s mostly because I’m scared of ruining it.”

“It’s the last connection I have with my previous life.”

You know, whenever the topic of the world before the apocalypse came up, barely any of you had anything to say. It was mostly because it would end up with people having an existential crisis, but what else could you do about it?

There was a sudden sigh that passes through your lips after a moment. Your eyes flickered over the book in your grasp, it now being Glenn’s turn to watch, “It is my last one though,” you start up once again and turn to look at the guy beside you.

“Gotta make it count, right?”

The guy in question held no response. His eyes were practically glued to the comic book you held to the point that you thought he was going to make it float in the air or something.

“Glenn?” you question with a mild tilt of your head, becoming a little concerned at the lack of movement, but that at least mildly faded when his expression changed.

It was this sort of smug look that spread across his features. Like, he had this thought inside his head that he knew would gain praise if he said it... But he never did. “Shame.”

Without anything else, the man abruptly began to move. 

He ducks his head a little and quickly pulls himself towards the edge of your bed before getting his body upright, all the while you just stared in utter confusion yet again, “What... Uh, Glenn?” you call out to gain at least a little bit of insight...

But he just walks out of your cell.

“See ya.”

~~~

The sun was right in the middle of the sky.

It was strong, every beam from that star spreading warmth across anything that the rays touched.

Especially your back.

You were doing what you previously said, which was helping Rick with the farming. The man himself had duty over the seeds, while you were the one doing the actual heavy work.

The tip of the garden hoe in your hands was placed against the dirt about a meter away from your feet. You took a moment, making sure that the tool was in the right position, letting it dig slightly in, before pulling it towards yourself. 

Thus creating a small, shallow trench.

Once happy with your previous work, you let yourself move to the side, allowing Rick to do his part of the job.

Which he indeed did.

The man picked up one of those little pouches of seeds that the other guys managed to grab on a run, and began to sprinkle the little things throughout the newly dug line at an even distance, “Now,”

“I may not have experience when it comes to gardening, but,” Rick began with that usual gruff voice of his and leans back when he’d fully emptied out the small pouch, “I think within the next few weeks we will have some vegetables.”

“Or a new decoration for the yard,” he then adds on with less confidence, and you let out a mild scoff in response.

The two of you share a look, grins appearing on both pairs of lips, before you move back to the trench, using the smooth side of the hoe to reposition the dirt.

You let the tool in your hands drag down the new line of soil on the side, which in return covered up the seeds. And once at the end, “Or...” you dug the head of the hoe into the ground right beside it. “You could just look at the packet...”

“If you’re not too sure, that is.”

Your right arm was placed on top of the garden tool’s handle, the weight of your tired body now leaning onto it, while you wiped your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand.

It was now his turn to scoff.

The man shook his head, giving you a look of fake annoyance which ultimately failed as a smile curled at his lips yet again, “Yeah,”

“I guess you’re right.”

Before either of you could say anything else, there was a certain thing that you spotted beyond Rick’s shoulder.

It could barely be seen, considering the distance between both you and the oncoming thing. But it could be heard.

A motorbike.

Your face lit up in an instant. Your once tired and slightly nagging self fading away all at once as the sudden want to run surged through your veins.

And the moment Rick had turned back in your direction after looking at the bike himself, your eyes were on his, begging for permission to succumb to your feeling, but also apologising as it would leave him to do the work by himself.

“Go,” was all he said with a mild tilt of his head, and your feet moved before your brain did.

You did manage to get a “thank you” out to Rick when you ran past him, however, since you weren’t focused in that moment, you had no idea if he had actually heard.

Your legs were quick, one foot moving right after the other, while your eyes stuck on the transport coming closer and closer to its final destination.

However, it was far enough that you could make a quick pit stop at the barrel of water just on the outside of the farm area. There was a need to get the sweat and dirt off your warm skin anyway.

You shoved your hands in the cool liquid, swishing them round for about a second and even splashing some on your neck. But then you were on the move once again, wiping your hands on your trousers to get rid of the excess water.

It took you a moment to get to the first gate as you were kind of in the middle of the field, but thankfully someone was already there giving you a head start.

“Let’s go, Carl!” you yell out as the kid began to slide the huge gate open, trying to give him some sort of praise while also trying to distract the walkers from the incoming delivery.

Once the opening was now enterable, both you and Carl were quick to run through. “Okay, okay-- I’ll get the ropes, you get the gate,” you instruct, patting the kid on the shoulder before carrying out your mission when he showed an understanding.

Your feet skidded against the gravel underneath you in a matter of seconds when you got to the second gate, not even giving yourself a chance to take a proper breath as you hastily grab at the ropes without a moment to spare.

It was a new system. A reinforcement added after the whole Woodbury thing to ensure a safer entrance and exit.

It wasn’t much, but it was as good as it was going to get.

“Go, go, go!” Carl calls to you when he got the gate unlocked, and as soon as he started to pull it to the side, you had begun moving yourself.

The rope in your hands was yanked down in such a way that had your body practically floating as you used your weight to pull at it. And soon enough, after about a minute, the new doors began to open.

Your teeth were gritted, your arms were growing tired and the pungent smell of rotten flesh became practically the only thing in the air. But that wasn’t going to make you lose your focus.

Because as soon as those red doors hit against the lines of wooden spikes behind it with a whine that echoed through the visceral growls from rotten bodies, the bike made its way through, “All right, Carl! Move it back, move it back!”

With one last pull to the ropes, that felt like they had cut off your circulation, the set of blood covered doors closed right as the walkers had finally found out that it was an entrance.

You let out a huff of air, giving your now extremely tired arms a shake while Carl made sure that the official gate of the prison was completely secure.

“Good job,” was all that you said, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder, which in return earned you one of his small smiles, probably more grateful of the fact that you didn’t call him a kid.

And with that, you were off once more.

The motorbike had stopped outside the first gate that you opened, and as soon as your eyes caught onto the figures that appeared with it, a smile returned to your lips.

They made it back.

A feeling of pure relief was passing through your veins when you watched Glenn hop off the back of the bike. He was unharmed and looked the exact same as he did this morning... with the additon of walker blood, “D’you guys have fun?”

But he was alive.

The guy smiled when he saw you, that light energy he always carried when in a good mood just radiating off of him, which is something that everyone who knew Glenn enjoyed, regardless of if they admitted it or not.

“Hey,” he breathes out when you were finally close enough, letting one of his hands raise up to your opposite shoulder once your body had concluded its movements next to him.

“Was it successful? Did you get good stuff?” you question, looking between the two boys while mirroring Glenn’s position, and Daryl slightly snorts before twisting round to take one of the backpacks attached to his bike, “Well...”

“Considering that this guy right here almost got himself taken out just to grab something,” he starts up through a voice that turned into a grunt halfway through when he pulled himself back into his previous position, “I would hope so.”

Sorry... What?

“Hey! You said you weren’t going to tell anyone!” Glenn points out after huffing out a breath, removing his hand from your shoulder to snatch the backpack from Daryl while you could only stare. “Oops.”

Your eyebrows were raised, lips parted with many sets of words aching to pass off the tip of your tongue until you finally decided. “Wha... You what?”

Glenn sighs when he saw Daryl’s amused expression. He gave him a playful yet meaningful glare, but then he steps towards you, letting his hand reside itself on your back once close enough before giving you a push as a signal to move.

This man better explain himself.

~

Back in your cell, as weird as that sounds, the pair of you sat on the old, ragged bunk bed. Both yours and Glenn’s legs hung over the edge of the tattered mattress which had sunk from the weight of two bodies after so long of nothing.

The man beside you was talking. Finally letting that story of his spurt from his lips, in a very dramatised manner.

“No, there was literally nothing! We didn’t see anything or hear those... those weird zombie noises-- I mean, Daryl didn’t even sense it or whatever.” Glenn ensures with frantic hands. Reliving the moment, “It just... All I did was reach for something.”

“That’s it... I looked at it and then went, ‘oh wow, you know? This-- This is exactly what I’m looking for’ and then BOOM! Walker.”

Even though this man was in fact talking about a near-death experience, there was a tinge of amusement that appeared in your chest. The frantic movements, the stumble of his words, the expression he held on his face.

He knew how to tell a story.

“Well, I’m glad Daryl was there then.” you comment before slightly turning your head, shielding the smile that begged to appear on your lips. 

“What-- I mean, yeah... I guess,”

“But I could have got out myself.” Glenn points out, mildly offended at the lack of faith his best friend seemed to have in him, but you simply raised an eyebrow in his direction, “Could have? Meaning... that Daryl did save you.”

After going to speak, the man paused. His parted lips maintaining their position before they came to a close, while Glenn’s eyes averted from your own once you had faced him like before.

“Well... Again, yeah...” he began reluctantly before sighing, “But look, I was in an awkward position, okay?”

“I had the lower hand, I admit, however, it was literally grabbing at me from the other side of a shelf. I got jump scared!” Glenn exclaims, his voice raising in pitch, especially when your head jokingly shook, “I mean, I have played many horror games in my time-- Many, but nothing-- Nothing! Could’ve prepared me for that.”

The certainty in both his voice and his expression had your head shaking once again. It really was maddening to hear someone explain an experience like that in such an entertaining way.

... However, that feeling of amusement seemed to fade by the time your eyes were back on Glenn.

There was a new emotion that took over his face. It was unreadable at first; his gaze aimed towards a wall, lips closed, shoulders slightly sunk.

A memory.

“What are you thinking about?”

The question seemed to take a minute to process in Glenn’s mind. He remained as he was for about another second before he slightly leans back, a quiet exhale seeping between his lips.

“Uh,” he began through a sigh after closing his eyes with a shake of his head, “Nothing... Sorry, It’s nothing, it’s just... It was a weird moment.”

“Yeah, well, that’s understandable.” you point out before the cell could fill with silence again, “I mean, getting attacked by those things isn’t supposed to be fun, is it?” you then add, the continuation thankfully gaining a slight smile in response, “No.”

“No, no-- I know. I know... but.” Glenn insists, clasping his fist in his other hand, “It just made me think about all the times that things like that happened to other people, you know? And... How they weren’t lucky.”

“Or how some didn’t even have the chance to react, or--”

Those dark eyes had finally fallen to yours again, the expression on your face making him realise that he may have started to ramble.

He put his hands up all of a sudden, another sigh of air passing out his mouth when his palms reach up to his face, “Sorry! Sorry-- Oh, man, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”

“Hey, no,” you say quickly, placing a gentle hand on the top of his thigh before you could even think, “Glenn, listen, It’s fine! It’s a big thing to process... You’re doing great.”

Glenn kept his hands to his head, clearly still feeling the guilt regardless of what you said, but nonetheless the words prompted him to at least turn his face in your direction.

“Did you get what you were looking for, at least?” you question simply once his eyes met your own. It was an attempt to distract him, change the subject, so he could move on from self-pity... 

However, you seemed to have created something much different.

Glenn sort of stared at you for a second. He blinked once... then again... and again, “Oh...”

Suddenly, his eyebrows raised, realisation stricking in those dark brown eyes before they began darting around the room like he was trying to find an invisible fly, “Oh-- Oh, the thing!”

“The thing-- Oh, hold on!”

There was not a single chance to get a word in yourself, as before you could even open your mouth to speak, his body had sprung up from the stiff mattress and hurled through the cell door.

“Gle-- Glenn?” you called when your eyes had caught up with your mind, but by the time you poked your head out of the cell for an answer, he had disappeared behind the curtain that hung in front of his own.

“Glenn?” you attempted again. Confusion was stretching across every feature on your face in a matter of seconds, and it wasn’t leaving anytime soon, as within the next second, the man himself reappears with a bag in his hands. “What is it?”

Inevitably, you were left without an answer. In fact, the only response you got was a grin forming on Glenn’s lips, and then he began to, gently, push you back into the cell.

At this point, you couldn’t even be bothered to question the man as he sat you back on the bottom bunk. 

He retook his spot next to you with an eagerness that left your eyebrows furrowing, watching him unzip the pack as soon as it was in front of him for whatever mystery lay within.

And the next thing you knew, literally after blinking once, his hands were held in your direction, palms balancing an item that took a second for your brain to process.

However, even when it did, Glenn suddenly put a hand on top of the first thing and pushed it which lead to multiple other items spreading out underneath until it looked like a fan.

Comic books.

“Some are for me, so don’t go stealing all of them,” Glenn chimes in while the cogs in your brain finally turned the right amount, and after staring at the books like you just saw Jesus, your eyes went up to meet his. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit, man! No way!” Within seconds, the books were in your hands. You flicked through them one by one, staring at each cover in absolute awe at the condition they were in. “They look great!”

“Man,” Your head shook, many emotions flooding through your head as you looked back at Glenn, who looked very chuffed with himself, might I add. “You almost died for these?”

“Hey, I mean, it was worth it, wasn’t it?! Like I said, these weren’t just for you.”

“And anyway, people would usually just say thank you, instead of taking a personal dig at the giver,” he then adds on in defence, even placing a hand over his heart as if you hurt him there.

A huff of air filtered out from your lips as you tried not to smile. But after looking at him for another second, however, it seemed to have failed.

With a mild shake of your head, you place the books, so that they sat in a pile to your side, before your arms decided to reach out towards Glenn.

A movement that had him reciprocating within seconds.

Your head landed on his shoulder when your arms were finally around each other. Even though there was no one to see it, that smile never had a want to leave their place on your lips.

“All right,” you say after a sigh, repositioning your head so that it was in the crook of his neck, “I will say thank you for risking your life for such incredible art...” Glenn’s body shook you as he tried not to laugh, “Just don’t do it again.”

“You’re welcome.”

You pull yourself out of the hug after the echo of his voice, “Seriously,” Your eyebrows were raised, each hand placed on each of his shoulders as you looked right into his eyes, “It’s like when I stayed with my grandparents.”

“If you showed even a smidge of happiness when you ate something in that house, the next thing you knew, there was like a hundred packets of it in the cupboard and the fridge.”

“Oh my god, I know, right?” Glenn beamed when a memory of his own struck his mind, and now the two of you were sat laughing in remembrance of the past.

Even the little moments were things people didn’t expect to miss.

“For real though, Glenn. Next time either take me with you, or don’t even try,” you began once the amusement had managed to die down, your eyebrows raising once again to make sure he got the message.

And he did. That sweet smile of his reappeared just for you, with the addition of little nods of his head.

“Okay.”

~~~~~

Seriously, I hope you guys enjoyed this.

I’m watching the walking dead... Again. I’m on like season 5 now and I can’t stop looking at Glenn.

ANYWAY, please send in more requests if you want them. There seems to be a lack of Male reader stuff when it comes to twd fics, so feel free to send me ideas if you want that changed, or just some more gender neutral fics!

Thank you for reading!- Alex :)

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Stay With Me.

♡ Rick Grimes x gn reader ♡

[ Warnings : Reader gets bit, blood, gore, violence, amputation, angst, angst, angst, profanities, tiny tiny bit of fluff if you squint, late prison era before the governor attack ]

Author's Note : My first Rick fic of many because I'm an older man simp. Should i write part two, with some fluff? O.o

Prompt/Story Idea : "I think I'd look cute as a walker, don't you?"

You had been on many supply runs since the world fell apart, planning ahead; making sure you had a simple way in and out of whatever building you were looting. You started off alone, that's how you preferred it, it was easier that way- at least that's what you thought. Days turned into weeks and then into months and running alone just wasn't an option anymore. The dead roamed the street more than ever and you needed safety in numbers; so you found yourself a group, a family.

"If you stick to the back entrance, you should get in and out quick and easy." You nod. Taking the crumpled map from Glenn's hand, folding it up and placing it in your ragged bag. "Rick should be here any minute."

"Rick?" You question. "I thought it was Daryl and I doing this one."

"Rick thought it was best that he went out on a hunt, to get the food supply up more."

"I thought it was the better option." You turn in the direction of Rick's voice, as he jogs down the hill towards you and Glenn.

"Well, okay then." Smiling, you open the passenger side door and glance over your shoulder at Rick. "You can drive." You wink throwing the car keys at Rick and he catches them with ease. Raising your eyebrow in approval you hop into the car, throwing your bag on the back seat; Rick does the same.

It's about an hour drive to the location. Rick and you spend the time talking back and forth about how you would pull this run off quick but efficiently. You reach and grab your bag from the back seat, pulling out the map Glenn gave you. Your eyes scan across the old paper, red pen scattered across it from where Glenn had marked. "It's just up here." You point to the road on your left and Rick turns in, pulling up and switching off the engine.

"Ready?" Rick asks, you nod and open the car door, stepping out onto the gravel floor. You throw your bag over your shoulders walking towards the run down pharmacy with Rick following you close behind. "I take it your leading the way on this one?" You stop, turning to face Rick.

"If that's okay with you?"

"Course it is." You take your machete out from its holster, gripping the handle tightly in your hand. Tapping on the window, you and Rick wait patiently. "Nothing?" He asks.

"Nothing." You state. Opening the door you enter the pharmacy, it's a complete mess; shelves knocked over, old medical supplies and glass shattered all over the floor. "Watch your step." You whisper. Rick nods, heading over to one of the fallen shelves and he lifts it slowly; standing it back up on its base. "Anything?" You ask as you scavenge what you can from the shelves and drawers.

"Some filthy bandages. 'will need a good clean." He shoves them into his bag and continues to search the aisle.

"Keep an eye out for condoms!" You shout. Rick stands up, staring at you from over the shelves; a confused look on his face. "Glenn wanted some." You state, Rick rolls his eyes as you laugh and he returns to the box he was looking through. you head towards a separate door with the word 'office' signed above it. Placing your hand on the door handle you turn it- but it doesn't budge. ''Must be blocked'' you whisper to yourself. Turning to your left you position yourself at the door and ram your right shoulder against it, once, twice and then a third time. "Third time's the charm." You smile to yourself as the door flies open from the force.

"Fuck!" You shout, placing your arms against the body in front of you, you force the walker back and sink your machete into its skull, blood splashing against the walls. It falls to the ground with a thud.

"Y/n!" Rick rushes into the room, his knife raised. "Shit! Are you okay?" He asks, glancing down at the now dead walker.

"I- I think so." You're out of breath, chest heaving up and down with every word you say. You take a seat in the office chair and place your machete down on the desk. " I didn't even hear it." You state, shock covering your face. You freeze. Staring down at your forearm; it's drenched in blood, both from you and the walker. "No! No, Fuck! No!" Sunk into your arm is a bite mark, fresh and dripping with blood; you turn pale just from looking at the bite. Rick takes slow steps towards you, lifting your arm up to his height and gently rubbing the blood away.

"We need to amputate it." He's calm as he speaks, but you can see the panic written on his face.

"What?" You gasp, standing up and stepping back from Rick. "Yeah, no." You laugh quietly to yourself. "I think I'd look cute as a walker, don't you?" So many thoughts are running through your head. Maybe you would prefer to be a walker? Is it worth the amputation if you bleed out anyway? What if it doesn't work? What if we're too late? Rick's eyes are pleading with you, staring you down and you don't know what to do. You are an hour away from the prison, there's no way you'd make it back in time. It needs to be done now, while there's still time. "Okay." You say, your voice barely a whisper. "Do it." You sit back down, placing your arm firmly on the office table. Rick quickly removes his belt and ties it around your arm. Taking your machete, he raises it above him and looks you straight in the eyes.

"Ready? On three." You take a deep breath looking away and staring at the bloody wall. "One-" He brings the machete down with force and you scream out as it slashes your skin, tears streaming down your cheeks as he continues to cut through your bone, blood and flesh covering the table. "Stay with me." He whispers as he takes one last swing with the machete, cutting your arm completely from your body. You can't move, you can't talk. You sit frozen in fear, staring down at the bloody stump where your arm once was. Shaking you look up at Rick as he rips the bottom of his shirt and wraps it around your amputation. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to stop the room from spinning. Your head feels extremely light as you shake it back and forth. "Stay with me." Rick repeats as he scoops you up in his arms, rushing through the pharmacy and out to the car. He pulls the back door open and lays you down on the back seat, before rushing to the drivers seat and turning on the engine. "Keep those eyes open!" You barely hear anything he's saying, your whole world feels like it's closing in on you. "Please, don't die on me" Rick says to himself, fingers tapping against the stearing wheel. Those are the last words you hear as you fade into the darkness.

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