#rickgrimes x reader

[luv-4-aria]

Lovely Wife ...

husband!rick grimes x fem!wife!southern!reader [ you will be called name. ]

warnings; none

A/N; idk if this was good or not.

not edited !

"Alrighty then darlin', ill see you after yer shift..be safe rick we don't know these folks well." name gently massaged Ricks tense shoulders, a adoring look on the taller mans face as he watched at the woman he loves. “Me? Not safe? Seen when honey?” Rick slithered his arms around names waist, tugging her closer to his chest. “Oh hush yer' mouth Mister tuff guy, I reckon you get going before michoone pitches a hissy fit.” name smoothly came from Ricks embrace and around the corner of the marble counter, smirking playfully at the blue eyed man. “Quick, gimmie’ sum sugar before ye’ go. Can’t have you out there all dere’ all tense bundled up like a chickens hen now can I?” quickly placing down the box of eggs and coming back around the corner, name quickly grabbed Ricks narrowed cheeks and pulled him in for a quick kiss, a few red stained lip marks scattering over his face. “Tell Chone’ I said hello, if ye’ look in that bag I packed sum’ more collard greens n’ a little bit of Mac.” name waltzed over to the sinks counter, swiftly picking up the brown paper bag heavy and full of food. “Thank you name, I don't know what I would do without you. If I could stay with you for the rest of my day i would..” Rick watched as name grabbed a white casserole dish from their pristine white cabinets , pink and yellow florals decorated the sides of the dish. "Hold yer' horses ranger, how bout' ye' get ya' stinkin self out onto the road for ya' come up with sum' more stupid n' cheesy." Rick let out a low chuckle before rounding the corner and tugging the girl into his chest, he softly kissed name on the forehead and lips once again, leaving a small smile on names face. "Ew, can you guys not do that here?" A voice came from the stairs, there stood Carl in his plaid pajamas with Judith in her little princess onesie blabbering nonsense as she drooled on her brother. "Hush boy, you best go get ready for' I come up there and dress you myself." names words made a noticeable impact on Carl as the young boy rushed up the stairs with a hurried expression on his face. Both Rick and name busted out laughing, in that moment Rick knew he had gotten loving and lovely wife...

[movidita]

Was wondering if you could write for rick where reader is young and has lots of stamina so sometimes he just lets her get off on his thigh or ride his c*ck or somethin?

18+ mdni

“Sweetheart, ‘m tired.” Rick groaned, his head falling back into the fluffy pillows.

You whined in protest. “But I need you.”

He smiled up at you, all sleepy and groggy, “I’ve already made you cum.” The older man referred to two minutes ago when his fingers were knuckles deep inside of you.

Naturally, you had a much higher sex drive than Rick. Much more stamina too. He was at least ten years older than you, it was only inevitable.

“I need you,” You pout, hands tangling in the thin material of his sleep shirt, “Need your cock.”

Rick smirked at that— his eyes heavy but a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“Baby. . .” He trailed off, unable to bring himself to say no to you, especially not with that look on your face— your soft pink lips in a pout, big doe eyes looking into his, he couldn’t resist. “Alright, but I’m not gonna help.” He pulled his cock from his sweatpants, pumping himself in his hands.

You eagerly smiled, already naked from your previous activities, now straddling his lap and lining your entrance up with the tip of his dick.

Eyes falling shut as you sink down on his length, a string of breathy moans leaving your parted lips. “Oh, Rick!”

The man let out a groan, hands flying to your hips in order to control your movements.

“There you go. Such a needy girl, huh?” His fingers dug into your hips, rocking you back and forth on him.

“Mhm!” You agreed, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth, vision going fuzzy as your orgasm approached. “Oh, oh. Oh, mmmgh, Rick.”

“Yeah, come, baby.”

In a second you did. Already.

Your first orgasm already had you sensitive and swollen down there, your second came easily, the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix, clit grazing against his public bone every few seconds. You came fast.

[ars0nists-lullabye]

ride

pairing: rick grimes x reader

summary: you wake up horny. rick helps get you off fast.

warnings: smut, thigh riding, MDNI, +18, mentions of periods and pms

word count: 1.5k

an: save a horse RIDE A COWBOY

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‘Shh, shh. Gotta be quiet for me, baby’ Rick whispered into your hair.

Your face was hot as it pressed against the skin of his neck, red with a mixture of desperation and embarrassment at your predicament. You were sitting on Rick’s lap in the back room of the house he used as an office. He had risen early to go through some papers and prepare for a supply run, and you woke alone in bed with an ache you couldn’t ignore. It was the week before your period, and Rick had been expecting this. You got bad PMS, every month. It was always the same.

1. Extreme fatigue (he would come home to find you passed out on the couch still in your clothes and shoes).

2. Extreme mood swings (you would go from chatty to quiet in minutes, snapping easily at him and then getting upset and feeling guilty for doing so).

3. And, last but not least (and Rick’s personal favourite) extreme horniness.

It would have been your favourite too if you lived in another world, perhaps. A different world, where Rick wasn’t the leader of a community of survivors. Where you didn’t have to go on constant runs and raids to maintain supply levels. Where the two of you weren’t so goddamn busy all the time. If your lives were less demanding, you and Rick could indulge each month in this high libido. Instead, most months you’re left to make do with stolen moments of quick relief- moments Rick is happy to provide you with.

Like 10 minutes ago, when he looked up from his papers and saw you standing at the door of his office in your pyjamas, still blinking the sleep from your eyes. He watched you with soft eyes as your sock-clad feet padded across the wooden floor and made their way over to him.

‘Morning’ he drawled, and let out a quiet ‘oof’ as you planted yourself on his lap, yawning silently.

‘Morning’ you whispered against his chest and sighed, pressing your body closer to his.

‘You sleep well?’ He asked softly, hand trailing absently up your back as he left the papers aside for a while.

But you didn’t reply. He paused, waiting for your answer and then a smile tugged at his lips when he felt you shift on his lap, your crotch subtly rubbing a little against his groin.

‘YN,’ he said and you hummed in response. ‘I asked if you slept well?’

‘Fine’ you muttered, squirming a little more and then freezing when his hands planted on your hips. He leaned back to meet your eyes and his darkened when he saw the flush on your cheeks. You were looking at him shyly, not able to tell him what you needed. But it was clear. You needed relief.

‘You okay there, sweetheart?’ Rick smiled and you nodded but didn’t quite meet his eye. ‘You want something? Because you know, if you do, you just gotta ask.’

You shook your head.

‘You sure?’ he asked, fingers tightening on your hips as you shifted once more, flushing deeper. ‘Kinda seems like you want something.’

You shook your head, looking away.

‘No’ you replied.

‘No?’ Rick repeated, smiling a little at your stubbornness. He leaned a little closer, lips brushing your ear now as he murmured, ‘So if I put my hand down your panties right now, you wouldn’t be wet for me?’

You whined a little, pressing your face to Rick’s shoulder and rubbing over his lap once more, but he stopped you mid-motion, lifting your hips and adjusting you so you were left straddling one of his thighs. The new position offered more relief as you pressed harder against him, and you sighed a little breathlessly.

‘You need to cum, baby?’ Rick hummed, tucking some hair behind your ear. ‘C’mon, take what you need, sweetheart. Gotta be quick before Daryl and Maggie come for the meeting.’

The reminder of the arrival of the others in the group seemed to shock you back to reality, and Rick grinned as you began to move over his thigh.

Your hips rocked slowly and deeply, your panties and pyjama shorts creating delicious friction against his pants. You breathed deeper, your breath hot against Rick’s skin until he tapped your thigh and muttered, ‘Hey, sit up a little. Wanna see you, honey’.

You complied, a little dazed at the pleasure you were finally receiving- the pleasure that you needed since you woke up.

Rick’s eyes watched you darkly as you rutted against his thigh.

‘Poor thing’ he murmured. ‘Just needed a little relief, huh? That feel good?’.

You nodded vigorously and he smiled.

‘Yeah? You feel good, baby?’.

You nodded again. Adding, a little desperately, ‘Yes, yes. Feels good.’

‘Think you can cum just like this, sweetheart?’ Rick asked, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. ‘Or you need a little more help?’.

A half nod from you was all it took for Rick’s fingers to be pulling your shorts and panties to the side, removing the barrier between your pussy and his jeans. You moaned immediately as your clit came in contact with the rough denim and you bit your lip quickly to stifle the sound. Rick’s hands returned to your hips, gripping them as he guided you to rock faster back and forth against him. You looked down at where your bodies connected, flushing as you considered what you were doing. You worried for a moment about how wet you were.

‘Your- your pants’ you offered, a little lamely, as you had no intention of stopping. But Rick didn’t seem to care either, one hand trailing up your stomach and tracing over the hard outline of your nipple peaking through your pyjama shirt. His fingers dipped below the hem of the soft cotton, pinching and rolling the nub between his fingers. You groaned again, your hips faltering and he pulled the hand away again to steady your hips. You whined quietly at the loss of the stimulation, your nipples now aching too.

‘Shh, I know, I know. I’ll give you what you want’ Rick muttered, and then his face was leaning in towards your chest and his lips were wrapping around your stiff peak through the material of your top.

You sighed breathlessly as he sucked, throwing your head back as your hips moved faster and faster against him. You were sure he could feel you throbbing against his leg. He switched to the other nipple, tongue peaking out to circle and lap at the clothed nub and you released a long, low moan. You could feel him smile against your chest as your hands moved from his shoulders to find purchase in his hair, your fingers gripping his curls tightly.

‘You close, honey?’ Rick asked, releasing his grip on your breast.

‘Yeah’ you panted.

‘Yeah?’ He smiled, ‘Gonna cum? C’mon I wanna see it.’

A particularly loud moan had you dropping your head to the crook of Rick’s neck, attempting to muffle the noise against him. Rick snickered quietly.

‘Shh, you gotta be quiet for me, baby’ he whispered into your hair. ‘C’mon now. Let go. Let it all go, sweetheart.’

You bit down on Rick’s shoulder as you came, trying to silence the loud moan that left your mouth as your hips ground down him. You could feel his hands move from your waist as your movements began to slow, one rubbing your back soothingly, one patting your hair as he offered hushed words of encouragement and praise. When you finally came to a stop you pulled back to look at him. You couldn’t help but laugh a little quietly at how you must look to him- face flushed, hair messy from bed, pyjama shorts damp from your release, pyjama top damp from his spit, panting breathlessly. He smiled affectionately at you before sitting up as he heard movement outside the front door.

‘They’re here- better go wash up’ he whispered lowly, kissing your temple as you peeled yourself away from him to stand on shaky legs.

Your eyes widened as you looked down at his very obvious arousal straining against his jeans. Your eyes met his questioningly as he pulled his chair into the desk to conceal his lower half.

‘I won’t be long here’ he smirked. ‘Why don’t you wait for me upstairs. We can shower together- save water’.

He winked at you as you backed out of the room quickly, grinning as you hurried up the stairs before the front door opened. The echoes of Daryl and Maggie’s voices reaching you as they greeted Rick, his voice coming a beat after in a strained reply.

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[oathoneymilk]

. . . ۶ৎ rick grimes who loves when your hair's messy. rick grimes who gently tugs your hair when you're kissing. "look better like this." "like what, rick? disheveled?" you giggle, but you're cut off by his lips. he doesn’t answer. rick grimes who never lets you put your hair up unless you're fighting, always tugging your ponytails loose when he walks by. "hey! where'd my hair tie go?" you pout. "your what?" he smiles, walking away. rick grimes who always leans in real close when you've just gotten out of the shower, breathing in the smells of your shampoo and conditioner. "did you use something new?" "yeah, do you like it?" "mhm." rick grimes who gets curiously intense when you're hairs wet and messy, putting his hands on either side of your head hungrily on the bed. "something on your mind?" you'd let out with a smile between pants, yelping as he rolled you over with his stupidly strong hands. "you're too pretty, you know that?" rick grimes who insists your hair's tussled even when it isn't as an excuse to be flush against you, taking a little too long to "fix" it. rick

a/n–thought i'd do something 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 LMAO jk ts is sfw just not pure fluff like usual

[littlelovingideas]

y’all I need more Rick fics!! I feel like I’ve gone through every one I could find???

I am blessed beyond believe with an abundance of Daryl content but ya girl needs a lil more Rickyyy

any and all suggestions welcome ok love youuuss

[xsolaresx]

daryl dixon.: love goes through the fire

pairings: daryl dixon x fem! reader wife!

summary: after being kidnapped and tortured by Negan, the reader does everything she can to make Daryl feel better.

warnings: angst! sad! graphic description of Glenn and Abraham's death! mention of torture! only depression from here on!

word count: 3,9k

Author @xsolaresx  

notes: English is not my first language, so there may be some grammatical errors.

ps.: if you want to translate any of my work, please send me a message and we'll talk about it.

The noise still bothered me every night. Whenever my eyes closed, even for just a second, the sound of the bat repeatedly hitting Abraham's skull and then Glenn's tormented me. 

One hit after another, and at the end Negan's diabolical laughter. 

I could still feel Glenn's blood dripping down to my knees, I was so close to him that after it was over I was covered in his blood and the scraps of skin that flew off. No matter how many baths I forced myself to take, that sticky feeling of fresh blood never left my skin. And sometimes I still found a patch of my skin with a crimson tinge impregnated in it. 

My dark circles told anyone who saw me that I hadn't slept for days. I kept reliving the moment like an endless loop in my head. I still remember how that day began, that week, that month, how the whole situation ended the way it did. 

Hilltop had enemies, and Alexandria needed food. One thing led to another. 

First the massacre at the outpost, then the kidnapping of Carol and Maggie. Everyone had questions about whether it was the right thing to do, whether killing so many people was worth it, whether it was worth seeing another sunrise under so much blood. 

But Carol felt more, the deaths she had caused were beyond counting on her hands. We all kill to survive, but she was molded in this world, she wasn't raised with Rick's hero instinct, or the strength that the trauma and torture that Daryl suffered at the hands of his father and brother did to him. It was too much for her, she couldn't look us in the eye anymore, so she ran away from everything and everyone. 

There was no concrete reason for so many deaths, they were evil, weren't they? They killed people, and they die at the hands of our people. We did what had to be done. We saved a community from the so-called Saviors, but it couldn't have been that easy, there were more of them, there always would be. 

Daryl had to see it first hand. Denise died in front of him by her crossbow. It made him furious, we saved Dwight in the burning bush, helped him and his wife only for him to do something terrible in the end. Daryl had shown them a way, but they couldn't believe that was salvation.

He had to go back there, he had to finish what he didn't finish. He thought it was his fault that Tara no longer had a girlfriend. If only I could have stopped him before...

Everything happened so fast, Maggie got sick, we had to get her to Hilltop. I thought I'd meet Daryl at night, in our room, I'd arrive and he'd be waiting for me, he'd apologize for leaving unannounced, we'd talk and make things right, and then we'd sleep together and have a new day. 

But that day never came. 

They surrounded us on the road, left us with no way out and took us exactly where they wanted us. The frightening whistles were the prelude to something much worse to come. After that I only remember seeing Daryl shot and bleeding being dragged to the wheel, Abraham offering himself up and dying by the bat. 

Little by little I saw the terror forming in Rick's eyes. In all the years I've been with him leading this group, this was the first time I'd seen the elder Grimes lost, with no way out and praying that this madman wouldn't take someone else from our family. 

But Dixon got angry, he tried to get to Negan. And the next thing I knew, the bat with the barbed wire was next to my face. Daryl screamed so much, screamed, cried. 

"It's all right, my love. I love you, it wasn't your fault” I could only look at him, knowing that he would be the last thing I saw before I left calmed me down. 

Negan started smiling and swinging his baseball bat between the two of us. "What the fuck! Let's see what we've got here, guys."  

“P-please... no-no” 

“You'd better shut the fuck up, Rick! Or your dear son's next.” Negan shouted when Grimes tried to intervene, he knew that if I died Daryl would never be the same. "So you're a couple? Dwight's best friend has a wife? hohoho this just gets more interesting!"

“If you lay a finger on her I'll kill you, you bastard!” Daryl wasn't the type to take a beating quietly, even though he was losing blood and had a gun to his head he was going to try and fight back.

“Ah, but I'll remember that very well, dear Daryl... You know what... I'm tired of all this, why don't we just get it over with, huh?” The next thing I saw was blood gushing everywhere. One second I had Glenn, my best friend, the person who had saved me in so many ways by my side, and the next I had a lifeless body. 

Daryl was taken away that night, as a guarantee that we would stay on the line. And only God knows what happened to him during those days.

I couldn't bear to see him so bruised and dirty the first time the Saviors came to Alexandria. That wasn't my Daryl anymore, he looked so fragile, wounded, defeated. He was no longer the survivor who could take it all.

“No! He's my servant now, you don't talk to him, you don't look at him, and I don't make you cut off any part of his body.” Negan shouted when Rick tried to talk to Dixon. “And that goes for everyone, even his wife, understand?” I couldn't walk away, I needed to hug Daryl, tell him that everything was going to be okay and that I was there, but I couldn't risk someone else in our family, so I just turned and walked to our house, mine and Daryl's, unable to hold back the tears any longer. The last thing I heard was Negan's shrill laughter. “That one knows how to take orders, Rick!”

A few days had passed since then, we hadn't heard from Daryl, Maggie was hiding in Hilltop, which was under threat from the Saviors. Rick went out every day in search of supplies for the Saviors, and I... couldn't leave the house. I couldn't leave the room, the bed where I could still smell Daryl.

Frantic knocks started at my door, and when I opened it, I saw Gabriel. "He's back, Y/N. He hasn't done anything yet, but he's back with Carl, they're at Rick's now and he's not back from his run with Aaron yet. I-I don't, we don't know what to do, Judith is there with them and..."

"Gabriel, breathe. It's okay.” I held the priest by the shoulders, trying to calm him down. Everyone was lost, scared. “Tell everyone to stay in their homes, they mustn't have come for anything else, so don't provoke them, okay?” 

“But Judith... I... I promised Rick I'd look after her...” 

“I'll go, okay?” I grabbed my sweater and left the house in the direction of Rick's. If Carl is back with Negan, it means that the boy went after him planning some revenge. He's so young, but he harbors so much anger, he's lost so much to this world. 

“Hold it right there, cutie,” one of Negan's henchmen stopped me on the front steps of the house. 

“I want to talk to him.”

“You can let her through, let's hear what the wife has to say” I stared at the man until he got out of my way. I was angry, the way he called me 'wife' only reminded me that every day Daryl was in prison, being tortured by him. “Hello, my dear, to what do I owe your presence in my humble abode?” Negan was sitting on the balcony with Judith on his lap asleep, Carl was next to him without the bandage on his eye with a sad and angry expression. I completely ignored the killer and turned to the boy.

“Are you all right, Carl?”

“Yeah. I'm fine, he didn't do anything,” he replied, lowering his head. I turned to Negan, who didn't look the least bit happy at being ignored. 

“I want to see him.”

“You're going to have to be more specific, sweetheart.”

"I want to see my husband, see if he's alive. You can search me, I don't have any weapons after you took them all. Take me with you to him." A devilish smile appeared on his face. 

“You know, I can see that you don't look so good after I took your man, but I don't know if I was very clear when I said that he's now my servant, maybe you won't like what you see, your husband isn't the most sociable.”

"I know he's not, but I've seen worse. I need to see him alive, it's okay if he's dirty." 

"Ah girl, you're a tough nut to crack. But I understand, I can't go too many days without seeing my wives, Carl here has met some of them and he can tell you how hot they are! Tell you what, I'll talk to Rick, we'll settle up and if I'm still in a good mood you can come with me." 

“Thanks”

“Oh how I like that word, thank you.” Then Spencer arrived, started his plan to take Rick out and ended up dying. Eugene was going to be taken away for making the bullet. 

“You're gonna take me, right?” I shouted as Negan neared the gate, about to leave. 

"Y/N... what? No." Rick tried to approach but I moved away, I needed to see Daryl.

“I almost forgot the wife, search her, you're coming with me in the truck”

I kept quiet the whole way, blindfolded, the truck had three seats, the driver was some kind of savior who kept quiet and Negan made me stay in the middle of them in case I decided to jump out during the journey. 

“I told them to give your husband a bath, you know, to make him look more presentable, but no intimate visits, I don't want him to get too comfortable with all this” Negan said when we stopped in front of a room. “I also took him out of his cell, that's no place for a lady like you, my love”. When the door opened I saw Daryl in the corner of the room, a little cleaner, but cowering in the dark with an angry look on his face, but when he saw me he turned away from the wall in anguish. Dwight was in the other corner, standing guard. “I thought you guys would be more comfortable with an acquaintance on guard.”

“Not the best, but thanks,” I said between my teeth, looking at Dwight, who couldn't take his eyes off Daryl.

"What the fuck, baby! If you thank me one more time I won't be able to let you go, you've become my favorite." Then he left, closing the door. I ran over to Dixon, throwing myself into his arms, but he didn't return the hug, still focused on the other man in the room. 

"No, no, please, look at me, darling. Don't focus on him, focus on me, please.” I ran my hands over his face and turned him towards me, tears starting to well up in my eyes when I saw the bandage on his shoulder where he had been shot. “I missed you so much, are you okay?”

“I don't think he's going to say much, he probably doesn't even remember how he does it, does he Daryl?” 

"Shut the fuck up Dwight! If you don't I'll come over there and smash your face in” I turned to him who just laughed weakly and left the room. 

“You have to get out of here, you can't stay, I can't protect you... them... them” his voice was broken, as if he hadn't spoken for days. 

“Shiii, it's okay, I just came to see you, he's taking me back, we made a deal... What did they do to you, darling?”

“It was my fault”

"What? No, it wasn't, everything's fine at home, everyone's fine” He pulled my hand away from his face, moving away from me. 

“It was my fault, Glenn, then Maggie, she died because of me” 

“My goodness, no” I moved closer to him so that no one would hear. "Maggie's fine, the baby's fine, we did it so he wouldn't get suspicious. Everyone's fine” Daryl pulled me into a long-suffering kiss and began to cry, grabbing me in a hug, I sat on the floor with him still clinging to me. Dixon looked so broken, he wasn't the same strong guy who did everything for Rick. We stayed like that for a few hours, I ran my fingers through his hair to calm him down, he didn't sleep, he was on the lookout for any threat, but he closed his eyes, enjoying the affection. Until our bubble burst when someone opened the door. Daryl got up at a speed I didn't think he could manage, weakened like that, and promptly stood in front of me, protecting me from whoever came in. 

"Visiting hours are over, honey. I hope you didn't take your clothes off after Dwight left." Negan entered the room with a smug smile, covering his eyes with his bat. 

“I'm very well dressed, much to your displeasure,” I said, getting up and standing next to Daryl, who promptly grabbed my hand. "I have to get back, but nobody's forgotten you here, okay? We'll get you out of this, sweetheart."

“I wouldn't be so sure, but now Laura will take you back, and I hope your puppy behaves better after the visit.” Negan left and a blonde woman came in, waving us out.

I hugged Daryl one last time, kissing his forehead and left the room. 

The days passed more melancholy and with preparations for the war against the Saviors approaching. Rick got help from the people at the Dump. We were on our way to Hilltop to talk to Maggie and get her support. 

But when the gates opened, my vision blurred with tears... Daryl was there, a little shy, but waiting for us halfway. 

I threw my backpack on the floor and ran as fast as I could to him, his arms already open waiting for me, and he kissed me with such urgency that I lost my breath. We stayed like that for a few minutes, crying and hugging, until Rick approached us in silence, his smile unmistakable. 

I broke away from Dixon, making room for Rick and the others to hug him. Joyful laughter with tears coming out of me. 

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“We can't try anything without Hilltop's weapons, we have a lot of personnel, but it's still too little, and we're vulnerable that way.” Maggie said after we left Gregory's room, the asshole would rather spend his whole life under threat than fight back. 

“She's right, but maybe I know someone who'd be interested in helping... they call themselves The Kingdom.” Jesus intervenes, from the corner of the room, where we're hugging, Daryl squeezes my hand with an air of hope and I can't help but smile at him with confidence too.

“Do you think they'd be allies in the war?” Rick asks, shifting in his seat. The situation isn't the best, I realize that now. I was so numb from missing Daryl that I didn't focus on protecting the community, and Rick had to handle it alone. 

“They also suffer threats from the Saviors, but the community doesn't know about it, only the leader and people they trust.” 

“He doesn't want to create panic or riots for no reason,” I say and everyone agrees. “So, what are we waiting for?” With a nod from Rick, everyone leaves the mansion and heads for their cars. The whole time Daryl didn't let go of my hand and I didn't make a point of complaining, he wasn't one to show much affection in the midst of so many people, but after everything that happened to him, I understand. 

The Kingdom was very large, with many warriors training and many families, protected and happy. I squeeze Dixon's hand tighter when I see a couple with a newborn baby surrounded by elderly women. He stares at the couple and lowers his head.

When we enter the auditorium, the first thing that catches our eye is the huge tigress sitting next to a guy on a kind of throne. Rick shies away from approaching her, but they talk normally. Until Morgan appears, and Daryl asks me quietly where Carol is. “It's a delicate subject, but if Morgan's here she must be all right, you know she's tough.” He nods, even though his curiosity isn't quenched, he knows it's not time.

The King didn't accept our proposal, but gave Daryl the freedom to take refuge in the Kingdom for as long as he needed. 

“We need to go Y/N, they can go into Alexandria after Daryl.” Rick appeared next to us as I was saying goodbye to Dixon, I nodded and he walked away. 

“It's temporary, when this is over you're not leaving my side anymore, okay?” I held Daryl's cheeks and he bowed his head sadly. 

“I want to go with you, I want to help put an end to this”

"You'll help, my love. Staying here, safe. Maybe you can convince the King, we need him."

“You know I'm not that diplomatic”

“Let's look at this situation as an opportunity, what do you think?” I smile to break the mood, Daryl gives a sad smile. “I'll never leave you, my love” I say more seriously so that he feels the truth, these days away from him were the worst and I don't want it to happen again.

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“Look, look, look, Rick Grimes has come to greet me on my doorstep!” Negan and his henchmen arrived shortly after we got back from the Kingdom, someone up there is surely on our side. "I love seeing your abandoned dog face, Rick, but today my business is with your little friend's wife. Why don't you bring her to me?" 

Rick nods begrudgingly, turns and starts walking towards the main house where we were all gathered, waiting for some sign of Grimes. 

“He wants to talk to you.” Rick approaches and says quietly. “Be careful, he's unpredictable.” 

"That's all right, Rick. I'll put him in his place, I've had enough of this.” I walk away quickly, anger overflowing just knowing that because of him my Daryl is shaken. 

“Y/N, no, wait.” Rick tries to stop me, but it's too late, I'm striding hard towards Negan. 

“I hear you want to talk to me.” That maniac's smile only gets wider when he sees me.   

"Oh, hello, darling. How are you? Miss your husband?" 

“You've got to be kidding... of course I miss him, if you don't remember you took him away from me and I'm very possessive of what's mine,” I say through my teeth. If he thinks I'm going to be compassionate and keep my mouth shut, he's mistaken.

"Wow, that's what I like about you, darling. You're tough as nails,” he says with a mischievous laugh. "The problem is that your husband was very moved by your visit, you know? And he must have thought it was a loophole for an escape." 

“Wait, what?” I say exasperated, I've always loved acting. “You mean you've lost my husband?” 

“I thought you could help me find him.” 

“You're unbelievable...” I whisper indignantly. “If you think he's here you can look, have your goons search every house, every manhole or cupboard in this place.”

“You're always a refreshment to me, darling, you always know what I want.” I roll my eyes as he sends his men to search Alexandria. 

As expected, they find nothing and leave, promising to return next week to collect supplies. 

“I have to go, Rick,” I warn Grimes. To avoid the risk of them following me, I waited a few hours after they left, and night came. I need to see Daryl, he won't stay another night thinking we've abandoned him. He gets up from the rocking chair on the porch of his house with Judith on his lap and approaches.

“Okay, but be careful, make sure no one's following you.” Rick hugs me in his fatherly way. We were always close like brothers, after I lost everything Rick was there as a leader for everyone. “And send him a hug, tell him we miss him.” 

“I will.” I say goodbye to him and kiss the head of a sleepy Judith, who gives me a smile. I grab a car and head out through the cellars of Alexandria, towards the Kingdom, towards Daryl.

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“She's magnificent” Daryl was standing next to Shiva's cage when I arrived at the Kingdom. Quiet and shrunken, just stroking the snout of the tigress who melted at his touch.

“She is.” he confirms with a frown. I moved closer until I could see tears forming in his eyes. I quickly bent down, sat next to him and hugged him tightly, which he reciprocated. 

"It's all right now, my love. I'm here, you're not going to stay away from me any longer.” I tried to calm his crying, which was only getting more intense. I've never seen Daryl so broken, he seemed to be accumulating all the suffering, the pain, waiting to fall apart on me. He would never do that to anyone else. 

“I got scared.” Daryl says after he calms down. “I was afraid of losing you too, losing our family.” 

“You're not going to lose me, ever.” 

“But what if it does?” Daryl lifts his head with a more serious look. "When they tortured me, all I could think about was you, that you'd be alone out here, unprotected. They could do anything to you to make me accept the fact that I was nothing in that place. And I felt like nothing."

“No, no, no.” I pull Daryl's face so that he pays close attention to me. “You're not going to lose me, you know why? Because your wife is strong, she'll go through hell to pull you out of the fire and when I can't do it anymore I'll have our whole family helping me, because I love you, Daryl, we love you. That's what love does, it turns us into fighters, people who would do anything for the one they love. I love you, Daryl.” Tears flowed non-stop from my eyes and Daryl's.

“I love you, Y/N” His lips met mine fervently, it was a needy kiss, as if he had been thirsty for days and I was his oasis in the desert. I gave myself completely to him, wanting more and more all the time. 

We were too wrapped up in our bubble, completely forgetting that Shiva was still in the cage next door, and an imposing roar from her broke us out of this bubble of lust. 

“I don't think she likes not being the center of attention,” we laughed when we noticed the tigress's angry face at being left out. 

“She'll have to accept it, because now my only attention is on my wife.” 

[rickgrimesfever]

Soft Rick Grimes Headcanons

Rick Grimes was many things, the world had changed him a lot, it would change anyone. Some would say that Rick's become cold, mean, or more tense, and some it's true.

But Rick...could never be mean to you, he loves you too much.

Sure, there are moments where Rick is tense and stressed out around you, but he would never be mean to you.

Rick's eyes soften the moment he looks at you.

He loves spooning you and having you in his arms, back pressed up against his chest and his arms wrapped around your torso.

Rick loves to nuzzle his face into the back of your neck or your shoulder.

He feels so at ease and relaxed around you, no one can comfort him like you do.

When walkers are around, his eyes are always on you, watching your every move.

If you every get injured, he's right there at your side, his soft, warm hand on your cheek as he's trying to comfort you.

His kisses are soft, but deep and passionate, trying to pour all his love into you.

Rick doesn't say 'I love you' often, but he def shows it and when he does say it, it's super meaningful.

Lets out deep sighs of relaxation when you run your fingers through his curls and massage his scalp.

Rick adores it when you rub your shoulders and or just have a hand on his lower back.

Loves to hold your face in his hands and admire your face.

If Rick ever leaves on a run or a mission, he makes sure to say goodbye to

Always has his hand on your thigh or an arm wrapped around your waist.

Always backs you up when fighting walkers.

At the end of the day after a run in with walkers, he'll sit you down and check your body for bites or any walker marks.

His touches are so soft and loving.

Rick is literal so soft with you and is always super patient too.

He speaks soft and never raises his voice at you.

Loves to be super cuddly with you in anyway he can be, especially with you nuzzled into his chest.

He feels like he can protect you best that way and he thinks that it's also just super cute.

Regardless of how much Rick has lost and has gone through, he'll always be soft and kind with you.

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

Practice makes perfect

Request: please could you write one where Rick helps inexperienced reader shoot a gun and he also teaches her how to defend herself? Thank you!

A/N: hope this is okay!! Would you all like to see a daryl version of this??

Rick grimes x fem! Reader

You were new to the prison environment, you had stumbled upon the prison when you had lost your people to the dead. It was terrifying but thankfully Rick grimes and his people welcomed you in with open arms— or… well. Held at gunpoint. But that’s beside the point. You had been here for almost 18 days now and you were fitting in just right. You had found comfort within Hershel the kind man who seemed to be incredibly loyal and genuine. Not to mention his kindness towards everything was gratefully accepted during times like these. Beth too was a sweet girl but there were a few of the group who seemed a bit rough around the edges. Not that you minded of course, you were just glad you could say you had some kind of “friends.”

Here you were positioned near the gate where walkers were pressing themselves against, ruthlessly clawing at the metal structure desperate for the taste of flesh. You stood silently staring and listening to their groans and moans your hand numbly gripping onto the pistol that dangled by your side. It might’ve seemed stupid but you had never shot a gun in your life. And now that you were in this situation you wished you had accepted the many times family members offered to take you to the shooting range when the world was still normal. You exhaled shaking your head before you pointed your gun at one of the walkers heads, squinting your eyes slightly your finger resting upon the trigger as you tried to figure out how to do it, footsteps slowing just behind you— ricks scrutinising eyes examined you thoroughly before he cleared his throat. “The safety’s one” his thick accent touched your ears and you quickly glanced at him “what?” You murmured nervously “the safety’s on. That’s why you can’t pull the trigger.” He vaguely explained taking steps towards you before stopping beside you, slender fingers grasping onto the metal of the gun as he stood side by side with you his arm brushing lightly against yours “look,” he tilted the gun your way his thumb brushing against the metal before a click was heard “safety’s off now.” He spoke before slowly handing it back to you. “Try now.”

He took a step back giving you room to try but now under this much pressure you felt your nerves kick in. You were worried that because you didn’t know how to shoot a gun without looking like an idiot you’d be seen as someone lesser and be kicked out the group. But really that was just your over thinking. You hesitantly pointed the gun towards a specific walker Rick remaining silent as he observed you fingertips lightly brushing against the handle of his own gun it was just engraved into his mind to constantly do just in case he had to pull it on anyone or anything at any point. You couldn’t ever be too careful… you glanced back at him momentarily he was hard to read, you then looked forward again steadying your breath as you attempted it. And with one last deep breath you pulled the trigger the bullet flying through the air and zipping straight past the walkers a silent cuss leaving your lips as you shook your head embarrassed. “Not bad.” Rick spoke calmly, as if noting your anxious state and how you seemed to be slightly apprehensive about shooting the gun. He took a step towards you stopping beside you “have you ever shot a gun before?” He questioned and you glanced at him before shaking your head “no. I didn’t like using guns when the world was normal…” you murmur nervously and he only nods. “That’s understandable” he soon comments “I was a sheriff in Atlanta before all of this.” Rick began talking, your eyes snapping back towards him as you listened to him silently admiring him his jaw slightly clenching every now and then his baby blue eyes holding many memories within them. His eyes moved to look at you “so I was all involved in guns and protecting myself and my people.” He spoke as if trying to make you more comfortable. Opening up little by little…

“My wife…. She hated the thought of our son using guns. She refused to let him near them. Even when I offered to train him up for if anything ever happened she wouldn’t let him… even when the world went to shit… she wouldn’t let him touch a gun…” he analysed you as he spoke “until I convinced her enough… I wish I had held back slightly..” he swallowed thickly glancing down at the ground as he remembered the thought of Carl shooting his own mum. If Rick hadn’t of taught him how to shoot a gun then would Carl of shot Lori? It was a question left for speculation. No one truly knew. But Rick did feel guilt when he thought on it really hard… that’s why he tried to push it all down. Keeping it all at the back of his brain. “So I get where you’re coming from. But knowing how to shoot a gun now is… something we all need.” He spoke simply turning his back to you momentarily before he pulled his own gun out the sun reflecting off of the metal slightly making it glint every now and then “just copy my stance alright.” He spoke and you nodded watching as he put one foot forwards the other foot remaining in place almost as if he was bracing himself before he held the gun with two hands— one on the handle and trigger the other cupping it slightly as if to keep it stable. “Holding with both hands isn’t absolutely necessary but holding it with both hands keeps your focus and hands from shaking.” Rick explained and you nodded watching as he shot the gun the bullet immediately piercing the skull of the dead as it collapsed onto the ground. “Your turn.”

He spoke before backing away, and you exhaled shakily breathing in sharply as you attempted to copy his exact positioning slowly raising your gun until it was eye level with you both your hands steadying the gun “like this?” You murmured nervously Rick moving to your side his hands grabbing onto your elbow slightly “tilt” he suggested calmly making you tilt your arm ever so slightly before he moved behind you resting your hands on your shoulders knowing the force of the gun was far too powerful sometimes. He kept his hands on your shoulders “focus…” he advised gently and you nodded focusing as hard as you could. You inhaled sharply lining up the gun more straight before pulling the trigger the bullet piercing through a walkers shoulder “good. You’re getting there.” Rick praised before he reached forwards grabbing onto your hands as he positioned your hands more correctly “just remember they’re dead. Okay?” He spoke almost as if reading your mind. Knowing that you were struggling with the fact that these were once human beings. Just like you and him. “But they…” you swallowed thickly not knowing how to describe it, Rick maintaining eye contact with you “look at it this way y/n…. They don’t feel anything. They only have one job and one job only. Successfully get the food they’re constantly searching for. It’s a cycle… a painful cycle. If you shoot them you’re putting them out of their misery right?” He was right and eventually you nodded. You still needed to detach the people from the actual walkers and whom they once were but that would be a learning curve. “Alright shoot.” He spoke and you took a deep breath before squinting your eyes and once steadying your hands you shot the gun the smell of gunpowder growing stronger but you didn’t mind. You watched as the bullet pierced into the dead’s skull as it collapsed to the ground,

“Good. Again.” He spoke. The sun was starting to set and Rick knew it wouldn’t be long before more walkers started arriving. You then lined up the gun again before shooting the bullet again successfully hitting the Walker square in the head. You continued doing this over and over again until the clouds had turned a deep orangey colour rain specs starting to fall upon you and him “you did great.” Rick spoke with a faint smile “you’re going to be a pro at this soon enough. Gonna put us to shame.” He murmured nudging you playfully and you couldn’t help but smile slightly “thank you… could we do this again tomorrow?” Rick nodded slightly “sure. I’ll get you up at 7 am sharp.” He spoke and you nodded smiling as you began walking back towards the main area of the prison with him. “After all practice makes perfect.” He chuckled out lightly you could tell that helping you practice had alleviated something off of his shoulders and mind… and the same was said for you.

You walked inside with him some people eating some food and others already sleeping “I’m going to go to my cell.” You murmured and Rick nodded “goodnight. Sleep well. If you need anything just shout.” He spoke and you nodded watching as he began walking away. “Rick..” you spoke, making him stop as he turned to look at you Judith being handed to him as he held onto her securely his free hand skilfully putting his gun back onto safety “thank you. Seriously. Uh… you saved a girls life.” You spoke, Rick looking slightly confused but appreciative. “I lost my people. To the walkers…. I was close to just waiting for another herd to come take me down… you and your people gave me a reason to live.” The look on ricks face was difficult to read but he looked grateful, happy and somewhat relieved all at once. “Glad you’re still with us, y/n.” He gave you a nod lips curling up into a small smile. “Go get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” He gave you another curt nod before turning around tending to his daughter and you silently watched him before retreating back to your bunk a small sad smile forming on your lips— grateful for him and his people who had given you a reason to survive. You got into your bunk laying down as you began getting comfortable until you heard a slight creek before the familiar teenage boy was hanging over the top bunk “hey y/n” Carl spoke cowboy hat barely staying on and you smiled tiredly at him “hey.” He then disappeared momentarily before coming back continuing to dangle off the bed “don’t fall…” you warned with a tired smile and he only smiled holding out a red packeted chocolate bar for you to take. “Just in case you were hungry.” He spoke not letting up until you had taken it from him before he laid back down on the top bunk “thanks carl.” You spoke hearing the sound of pages turning and you smiled knowing he was reading his comic… what a thoughtful boy… a thoughtful group whom you didn’t deserve in the slightest. But you knew they’d continue over and over again giving you a reason to live.

[ssvnriseya]

his love - obsessed!rick

love affair - slight!asshole!rick (previously the other woman.)

[m0onysblog]

WILDFLOWER; Glenn Rhee [The Walking Dead Fanfiction]

SUMMARY:

She lost everything... her home, her family, every reason to keep going.

Erin has been walking alone ever since her brother disappeared, clinging to the only promise she made: survive.

When the signs of Terminus offer hope, she follows them, only to walk straight into a nightmare.

But fate has a strange way of pulling people together.

The problem? He belongs to someone else.

And Erin refuses to be the reason something beautiful falls apart.

Chapter 1: Erin

Chapter 2: No sanctuary

Chapter 3: How many walkers have you killed?

Chapter 4: help us

Chapter 5: the church

Chapter 6: strangers

Chapter 7: family

Chapter 8: washington

Chapter 9: what lies ahead

[thewalkingdilf]

send me y’alls filthiest daryl or rick thoughts for inspo🤭 i have too many wips in my drafts and my mind😭

[movidita]

I had this idea about dark season 5 Rick taking reader’s virginity. Maybe getting her to cry from overstimulation but that just makes him go harder?

(this is so hot)

18+ mdni

“Thaaat’s it. Good girl.”

Rick praised from on top of you, enjoying the way your face screwed up in pleasure and moans slipped out of your parted lips.

“Cant hold it anymore!” You whine, clawing at the skin of his bare back.

“Yeah, you can.”

You mewl, your tiny hole that has never been explored by anything but your small fingers being stretched by Rick’s thick length.

Shaking your head side to side, barely able to keep your eyes focused.

He dipped his head down to kiss your head, scratchy beard agitating your skin.

The man continues with his tortuous pace, one hand on the back of your thigh, keeping you spread open for him, and the other on your cheek, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Feels so good. Can’t believe I waited this long to fuck this pussy.”

His hand left your face and trailed down your chest all the way to your sensitive bundle of nerves, two fingers rubbing at your clit.

“Rick!” You cry out, fat tears welling up in your eyes.

“Yeah, baby, what is it?”

“Too much.”

Rick scoffs, purposely speeding up his rhythm, “Too much?” He mocked, faking a pout, “No, you can take it.”

You begin to cry, tears rolling down your cheeks at the pleasure he wouldn’t stop giving you.

The sheriff chucked, a cocky smirk plastered on his face, his thumb coming up to wipe at your tears, “Oh, you poor thing.”

Your sobs become louder, no longer able to hold back your release, juices coating his cock.

“Hey, hey,” He tapped your hip harshly, “I told you to wait.”

[ars0nists-lullabye]

frustrated

pairing: rick grimes x reader

summary: rick’s feeling neglected and needs some *special* attention

warnings: smut, dry humping, MDNI, +18

word count: 2k

an: this is kinda giving sub rick, so … yeah. enjoy, i guess, tehe

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When Rick snaps at one of the locals in Alexandria for the third time that day, you don’t even have to ask what’s bothering him. His body language tells you everything. The way his jaw tightens whenever he’s deep in thought, the way he shuts down when someone tries to talk to him, the restless energy he can’t seem to shake.

You tried to give him space at first, thinking maybe it was just the stress of everything catching up with him. But the longer the day drags on, the more it feels like a storm is brewing. And you’re starting to realise that it’s not just the world weighing on him today. It’s something else. Something you know you should have picked up on sooner, but you’ve been so wrapped up in everything else. Rick’s frustrated. Sexually. You can see it now—how he clenches his fists and bounces his leg. How his eyes linger a little too long on your chest and your legs when he speaks to you. How every little thing seems to annoy him just that much more.

You feel a little guilty. It’s been a while, too long in fact, since the two of you properly fucked. With everything going on, the long days and the endless fight for survival, you’ve both been neglecting each other. Usually, when things get busy like this the two of you resort to hushed whispers and wandering hands under the sheets late at night - a quick release before falling asleep. But even they have fallen away. Things have been tense in Alexandria. Rick’s been under a lot of pressure and, in attempts to relieve it, you’ve stepped up. You’ve take on more responsibilities, adding to your already active role in the community. Taking from your already sparse time with Rick. And now, looking at him, you realise how badly it’s hit him.

You know that, in theory, you could fix it immediately, but you can’t help but tease him a little. You’ve always been good at getting under his skin, even when he’s in a bad mood. You enjoy the shifting power balance in the bedroom: you like when Rick takes control of your body, of your pleasure. But you can’t deny how you love making him squirm every now and then, to watch him turn to a panting mess beneath you. Something stirs in you at the thought.

You make your way to him.

Rick is sitting at the table cleaning his gun when you find him. His movements are quick and sharp, his body tense and brow furrowed. You lean against the doorway and watch him for a moment, before your low voice fills the room.

"You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind."

Rick glances at you, but all he offers in response is a distracted grunt. He returns his attention to his weapon, polishing the smooth metal with unnecessary precision.

"Something you need?" you ask, your voice a mixture of something teasing and something sultry. This gets his attention- his eyes flashing at you with a hint of frustration.

“What’re you getting at?”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms in front of you. His gaze flickers down to your chest at the movement and you bite back a smile. You move towards him, slowly.

"I think you know exactly what I’m getting at, Rick. You’ve been wound tighter than a spring all day. What’s the matter?"

He glares at you for a moment, but there’s something more in his eyes—something hot, something desperate, like he’s fighting to keep his composure.

"I’ve been busy," he mutters, his tone gruff. "That’s all."

You smile, stepping a little closer. "Busy, huh? You haven’t been too busy to notice me."

Rick runs a hand through his hair, letting out a breath as if he’s trying to hold himself together. His face turns a little pink when he realises you’ve noticed how he’s been checking you out all day.

Cute, you think.

"It’s not the time for jokes," he says, but you can hear the weariness in his voice. You consider putting him out of his misery, but you’re having fun, and you know the build up makes it better for both of you.

So take a step forward, standing beside him now and leaning down to his level, your voice dropping to a whisper.

"Maybe it’s time for something else."

Rick’s expression flickers, darting to the neckline of your shirt, now sitting teasingly at his eye line.

He bangs his gun down on the table and pushes his chair out to put space between the two of you. His chest moves up and down as he breathes heavily, eyes raking over you and fists clenching at his side.

You take another step towards him, voice a little softer now.

"If you needed me, you should’ve just said," you murmur, stopping when you’re stood before him. He looks up at you, jaw tightening. "I know what’s been bothering you. I’m not blind, you know. You’ve got that look in your eyes."

Rick’s breath catches as you straddle him where he’s sitting and begin to lower yourself onto him. "You’re all wound up, aren't you? It’s not your fault. Been a while since we’ve made time for each other."

His eyes glaze over slightly as you begin to grind against him slowly. You’re both wearing pants, the material acting as a double barrier between your skin, but Rick’s so turned on anything would feel good at this point. And it does, it feels so good. His lips part and he lets out a long exhale, fists clenching at his sides.

"I’m- I’ve been… tired," he breathes and you smirk. It’s a last ditch attempt to conceal his need, to conserve his pride. But the heat in his cheeks betrays him. That, and the growing hardness that pushes at the space between your thighs.

You coo at him. "Yeah, you have been, baby. Been working hard, haven’t you? But you’re not just tired." You lean closer to him, lips almost touching his as you whisper, "You’re frustrated."

Rick surges forward, lips seeking yours as you pull away, smirking as desperate annoyance crosses his face. He huffs.

"Okay, maybe I’m a little… frustrated. What do you want me to do about it?"

He shifts under your weight, the warm pressure resting on his crotch becoming unbearable as he could feel himself straining against his boxers and his jeans.

"Well," you murmur, fingers tracing gently up his neck to tangle in his curls, "we could talk about it, or…" You tug at the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his head back so he’s looking up at you, panting. He shivers at the delicious feeling of your nails against his scalp, a groan leaving his lips as you pull a little harder on the strands in your grasp. His breath catches as you whisper the next words against his ear, your hips grinding down a little harder into him.

"Or, I could just take care of it."

Without another word, you draw him in close, your lips finding his in a kiss that quickly deepens, as if both of you are trying to make up for lost time. His mouth parts and what would usually be a fight for dominance sees him give way to your lead. Your tongue pushes against his, moaning at his taste and sucking teasingly on his lip. You feel his body soften, the tension in his muscles giving way to something else entirely. His hands slide down your back, pulling you closer, and you can feel the heat in his touch, the hunger that’s been simmering under the surface all this time.

When you finally pull away, you see the way his eyes search yours—hungry, desperate.

"I-" he begins, but he’s cut off by his own harsh exhale as your lips meet his neck next. You nibble at his jaw, kissing and licking down his throat and sucking a dark mark to the skin above his collarbone.

Rick groans. His hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer until you’re flush against him.

"Need you," he mumbles, distractedly, his hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. "Need to be inside you."

You appease his searching hands, pulling away to yank your top over your head, leaving you in just your bra. You begin to unbutton his shirt, continuing to rock deeply against him. His head falls back a little and he closes his eyes.

"YN," he mutters, hands finding your hips and squeezing. "I need-".

"You don’t need to tell me what you need," you cut him off, pulling his shirt from his shoulders. "I know. You want me to fuck you, huh? Want to touch me? Want me to touch you?"

Rick’s eyes meet yours again and he nods and he nods, hope glinting in his eyes.

"That’s what you want, and that’s what you’ll get. Eventually." You hum, dragging your hands across the expanse of his chest, dragging your nails lightly down his abdomen and feeling his muscles jolt under your touch. "But now, first, I’m gonna give you what you need, baby. And what you need, is to cum."

You punctuate this with a particularly hard grind of your hips and the noise that leaves Rick’s mouth sends heat straight to your pussy. You can feel your panties getting wet. God, you want him too. But you want to watch him squirm more.

"Yeah, that’s what you really need, isn’t it?" You smooth some hair away from his clammy forehead. "That’s why you’re gonna cum now, just like this. Okay? Think you can do that for me?"

Rick nods weakly, his hands coming to palm at your breasts as his lips search for yours, and he tries not to think about the fact that you’re about to make him cum in his pants like a teenager. But he can’t afford to be proud. He needs it. Now.

You kiss him again as you pick up the pace, pressing down into him again and again, his hot breaths warming your skin and filling the room. There’s only so much teasing he can endure, and before long Rick’s hands are holding your hips in a bruising grip. He moans lowly, forehead pressing against yours as his eyes squeeze shut.

"What is it, huh?" You murmur. "You gonna cum?"

He grunts intelligibly and you lean forward to hear him properly.

"What was that?"

"Please, yes- please," he rushes breathlessly, and his pleading sends you closer to your own edge.

"You don’t have to beg, baby, you’re allowed" you croon and his eyes meet yours. "Yeah, that’s it. Look at me while you cum. Let me see those eyes. That’s it. Good."

Rick’s hips rut up into your own before stuttering. He freezes, letting out a long, low, broken groan. He moans your name into your ear and that, mixed with the stimulation of your grinding against his hardness, sends you over the edge.

You both sit there, panting for a moment, sitting in the stickiness of your pants, basking in the afterglow of each other.

You run your hands gently through his now damp curls and he turns his head to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"Better?" You whisper teasingly, and he breathes a laugh, leaning back again to meet your gaze.

He nods, hands trailing up your ribs and chest and finding purchase on your jaw as he pulls you in to his lips.

"Better."

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[eram-nesia]

Can it be like I give fic ideas to thr writers ? I swear I have so many good ideas but they're so hard to write ? Like it takes so much time and I'm exhausted by the time i write one fic and I don't even want to read them anymore 😭 like this is so true for smut ?

[willzyx1]

"More Than 'Just a Scratch'"

Ron Anderson x Reader

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summary: Ron’s never let anyone help. You’ve known about the bruises for a while, but this is the first time he lets you see them up close. The first time he talks about it. The first time he doesn’t pretend he’s fine. warnings: mentions of abuse, injury descriptions, blood, wound kissing, hinting parental abuse, emotional distress, cursing, bad writing, long backstory

words: 1.2k ✦•····························································•✦•····························································•✦ Pete was already temperamental. Leaving bruises was rare, but yelling wasn't. Ron learned to be quiet and channel the anger. Sam cried. Jessie pretended. After the breakout, things became worse. Pete was angrier. Ron was cracking. Sam cried louder. Jessie smiled harder.

Every night, Ron would sneak out. It didn't matter to him where. Anywhere was better than being around his dad. He liked the comforting silence the night brung. Feeling the cold breeze tingle his wounds. He didn't tell anyone. He didn't plan on it. Until, he met her. He had seen you before helping in medical center or helping unload after runs. Something about you left him curious. The way he'd see you and if he'd look away for a second he'd be gone. The way you seem to know exactly what to say or do in stressful situations. It always left him wondering and sometimes even wanting. The first time you guys talked was at a welcoming party. You had stuck behind Carl the whole night, scanning the room as if walkers were going to break in at any moment and you HAD to be the one to jump in the action. When no one was looking, or at least when you thought no one was, you snuck out the front door. Ron followed. He opened the door and saw you sitting on the porch stairs. He hesitated before slowly approaching. He cleared his throat, "Not much of a party person I'm assuming?" you rolled your eyes, not looking up. "No," You said dryly, "so go away." But he didn't. He sat next to you and talked to you for the rest of the party. Turns out you guys got along pretty well. You guys shared trauma, experiences with the outbreak, and a couple sarcastic jokes. You weren't as tough and mean as you looked. As you're friendship grew, the more you'd find out about his home life. Often going up to his house with comics, only to leave because you heard thumps and crashes from inside. Seeing him wear long sleeves or hoodies when it's a million degrees outside. Then one day you wander into his room uninvited and find him shirtless with bruises all along his arms and stomach. He used the usual excuses, he fell down the stairs, got a little too rough when play-fighting Carl or Mikey, and the list goes on. Until, one night he comes through your window scared, hurt, and sad.

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You lay in your bed reading some book you found collecting dust in one of the basements. It was boring you to death. Until..

knock...knock....knock..

You wake up from your bored-like trance and sit up. You look around. knock...knock..

You stand up and head to the window. What you can make up was a silhouette of a boy. Brown hair, bushy brows, a slouchy set of shoulders, Ron? You open the window, "Ron? What did you get a nightmare and wet the bed or something?" you tease with a slight smirk. He look's up at you. Your smile drops as you step aside and he slowly drops in. Blood was gushing out his nose and dribbling off his lip, he had a bruise on the side of his face, and you had a gut-feeling that wasn't all.

He limps toward your bed and sits down. You grab your chair and place it in front of him. "What happened...?" you ask softly. He hesitates, responses calculating in his head, but each answer seems odd to say aloud. "I-I'm sorry." he finally whimpers, keeping his head down, shoulders shaking slightly. "I’m sorry," he repeats, voice cracking. "I shouldn’t have come here. I just—" He swallows hard. "I didn’t know where else to go."

Your heart drops. "Ron… what happened?"

He shakes his head, wiping his nose with trembling hands. "He-he just lost it. He had too much to-" he lets out bitter laugh, "You know my mom- it's like she can't even accept or talk about it. She walks around with some stupid smile all the fucking time." His voice got slightly angry, words forced through his gritted teeth. "Then Sam-" he continues, "my mom just locks him in his closet all night, so all he knows is just to do what mom says or run away. Then my dad-" he paused and his head voice drops, sniffling and shaking. He shakes his head, "I hate him. I hate him so, so, much." Tears start to well his eyes.

You watch him silently, thinking of anything to say.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, "I didn't know where else to go." You hugged him. He fell into your shoulder and just cried. It felt like forever and your shirt was soaked with a mix of nose-blood and tears.

He finally calmed down a bit and lifted his head. "Can...can you help me?" he asks. You nod immediately and get a first aid kit from your desk drawer. You quickly clean off face.

"Is that all?" you ask hesitantly. He nods slowly then takes off his sweater, then his shirt. Bruises were traveled among his left arm, hand, and on the sides of his stomach. "Oh Ron..." you whisper sadly as you softly trail, your fingers among the bruises. Although he let out small winces at each touch, he let you continue. "It's nothing. It's just a scratch." he mutters. You grab his hand and run your thumb along his wounded knuckles.

You slowly lift his hand higher, brushing your thumb across his knuckles again. Without thinking too hard about it, you lean down and press a soft kiss against the bruised skin. Ron stiffens, startled, but doesn’t pull away.

Your lips linger for just a second before you whisper, “It's more than just a scratch.”

His breath catches, and he looks at you like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. You move carefully, kissing the inside of his wrist, then the bruise on his forearm. Each time, you’re gentle, as if the bruises might break under your touch.

When your eyes meet his, he’s trembling slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes glossy. It’s vulnerability, raw and unguarded, the kind of look he rarely lets anyone see. His chest rises and falls, fast and uneven. Then, almost without thinking, as if the words he can’t say are spilling out through his body instead, he leans forward.

Your lips meet his in a brief, hesitant kiss. It's soft, desperate, and trembling with everything he’s been holding in. You pull back slowly and meet his eyes once again. They have a sense of fear, he's asking for any sort of sign of reassurance. You grin softly and he follows. After, you quickly bandage his knuckles, then run some ointment on his bruises and cuts. Theres a silence during this, but not an awkward one. It's relieving. Calm. A break for Ron.

"Thank you." he whispers. You nod before getting up and tossing him a maroon knit crewneck and extra pjs.

"You're staying here tonight."

"B-but..my dad- when I'm not-"

"I'll wake you up before sunrise."

You give him a reassuring grin. He doesn't say anything and nods. You hand him the clothes, and he takes them with shaky hands. For the first time tonight, his shoulders drop, just a little.

“Thanks,” he says again, softer this time, like the word doesn’t even cover it.

You nod, sliding back into bed while he changes. When he finally crawls under the blanket beside you, there’s a beat of silence, only the sound of his breathing evening out. You let your eyes drift shut, but not before you feel him shift closer, just enough that your shoulders brush.

For once, he doesn’t seem afraid to fall asleep.

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author's note: this was my first fic be nice pwease 🥹 i'm just a babeh. ok. sorry. but its probably not that accurate to real situations or anything and Ron might be out of character. apologies for anything triggering or misspells. also i lowk planned to do this like 2 months ago along with another fic with daniel matthews.

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