redriots0

[redriots0]

[redriots0]

how am i meant to concentrate on the plot when the main character looks like this

[redriots0]

he just like me but like… hastily hiding this from my real life

he just like me for real

[redriots0]

A Literal Snack

Summary: “Close your eyes,” he requested. Adding with a raise of his eyebrows, “and open your mouth.” One-shot where Rick finds chocolate after you’ve offhandedly requested it.

Word count: 782

CW: fluff/suggestive

Rick Grimes x Original Character (Female, Male or Non-Binary)

Cross-posted on AO3.

---

“Hey, Y/N, there ya are. I’ve been looking for you. Found something this morning that I think you’ll like.”

You whirled around, startled by the deep voice of Rick, the resident sheriff’s deputy turned farmer turned all round bad ass. You had been contributing to your daily tasks in a quieter section of the community, content to work at your own pace and under your own direction.

“Close your eyes,” he requested. Adding with a raise of his eyebrows, “and open your mouth.”

Your eyebrows raised in response at his command, the corner of your mouth turning up slightly at the innuendo. Your eyes flickered between his, gauging whether to trust him. After the moment’s hesitation, you nodded slightly, allowing your eyes to close. Your lower lip parted from the top, tongue covering your lower teeth.

At that point, you can feel and hear rather than see Rick stepping closer to you. One hand clasps your chin, his thumb and index fingers angling your chin upward. The other hand parts your lips slightly as something is placed ever so gently on your tongue. His hands linger before withdrawing.

Eyes shut, the sensation of what had hit your tongue began to hit you. A wave of sweetness began to dance along your taste buds, enveloping them in a velvety embrace. Your eyes flutter open with the excitement that takes its hold, twisting your face in delight as you lock eyes with Rick.

Careful to not waste any, you cover your mouth as you exclaim. “Where the heck did you get chocolate?” You ask, Rick’s grin showing how pleased he was with himself and your reaction. He shrugs nonchalantly. “Found it on the run this morning. Whaddya think?” Smooth bastard, he must have heard your whining to Maggie earlier that week about ‘missing chocolate the most in this apocalypse thing’. Mind you, if you remembered correctly, you also said you missed ‘mind-blowing sex and a decent but smutty novel.’

Your eyes flutter close briefly again to enjoy the sensation on your tongue. “Jesus Christ, Rick. This is practically orgasmic!” As they reopen, you catch the faint blush tinging his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “It’s been sooo long since I’ve had chocolate. Have you tried it?” He shook his head, proffering the remaining pieces of chocolate bar to you. “Nah. I was gonna save it for Carl to have.”

“Fuck that, some things should be saved for the adults,” you giggle, grabbing the bar. “Your turn,” you murmur, stepping closer to him once again, “to close your eyes and open your mouth.” Once again, you don’t miss the slight tinge to his cheeks, but you definitely don’t miss the darkness that flashes across his features before he obeys.

You take the remaining piece, placing it into his open mouth upon his tongue, thumb brushing his lips as you withdraw. You watch as his features too change as the flavours hit him of a decadence that had been too long since last tasted. You’re hyper aware of your breathing whilst this close to him, but you are mesmerised as his eyebrows knit together, tongue swirling the chocolate around his mouth with a slight.. was that a grunt or a moan?

Catching himself by surprise with that, he began to grin sheepishly, eyes opening to find you in his space watching him with thinly veiled delight. Absentmindedly, his hand raised to brush a lock that had fallen in front of your face. The touch wasn’t out of place for Rick- he always found a way to touch you in this absentminded way, whether a hand on the small of your back to guide you, or a touch on the arm to get your attention.

This felt different. And as his eyes once again locked with yours, you could tell he felt it too. Here you both were, within a foot of the other, having shared some sweet treats. Rick inclined his head downwards, one hand falling to rest on your waist, eyes trailing the small gap between your bodies.

He leaned down further, his warmth radiating through your body. You almost started when he spoke- you forgot that you were both capable of speech at this point.

“Well, Y/N… with a reaction like that, I’m going to make it my own personal mission to find you a ‘smutty book’… whatever that means.”

He winked a blue eye at you, and you smiled coyly in response.

“And then, together, we can maybe look at working on the whole ‘mind-blowing sex’ thing.”

Your reply was simple, but with confidence. “Get me that novel, and we’ll see just how we go with the mind-blowing sex.”

[redriots0]

rick doodles :]

[redriots0]

anyway the funniest detail from the Fallout show is the fact that when Lucy is threatening the organ dealers in the super duper mart, there's a tv next to them playing security footage and it's just cooper laying facedown in the parking lot

[redriots0]

You just know I scream every time he says this.

I am very normal about Rick Grimes.

[redriots0]

The room is on fire and she's fixing her hair

[redriots0]

when will you post yandere rick grimes 💕

Now 😂. I hope you and everyone else enjoy this! If you enjoy this please like, repost, and or follow me! Happy reading everyone 💙

Rick has always been attached to you, more so than he is to others, and it got worse when Lori died.

Ever since Lori died he’s been watching you like a hawk, even when you don’t realize it. Watching you sleep is both comforting and peaceful to him.

It makes his heart swell when he sees you taking care of Judith and Carl. Even if you didn’t like kids at first, Carl and Judith were different, and they needed a maternal figure. Which you happen to become without knowing.

After his mental breakdown, he starts to understand why he is doing certain things for you and why he has these feelings. It's because he loves you, more than anything. 

And no, you’re not a rebound. His relationship with Lori wasn’t doing well and he already felt something for you when he first met you. It just wasn’t noticeable yet.

He becomes extremely protective of you, even paranoid. Rick will give you the safest jobs in the prison. Such as helping him with the garden, watching the kids, cleaning up cleared sections of the prison, and so on. 

If you get too close to the walker gate he’ll flip. Yelling at you and killing multiple walkers (Who couldn’t even get to you really). Rick might start chaperoning your daily walks or observing from a distance because of the walkers.

You won’t be given scavenging missions. Even if you volunteer for one he’ll say no and have someone else do it. If you ask him why he doesn’t let you anymore he’ll just say “It's safer for you, and without you, Judith and Carl and so many of us would be lost without you.” Manipulative right?

He may go to great lengths to ensure that he is always a part of your life, even if it means manipulating situations or lying to keep you close.

He’s good at manipulation, I mean, it helped out a lot back when he was a sheriff. He’ll manipulate situations that cause you to be close to him or work with him, even though you already spend a lot of time with him, especially because of Judith and Carl. 

Rick will also manipulate you, and your feelings. He’ll use fear, kindness, guilt, and so on to keep you with him. Maybe even try to make you dependent on him by manipulating you. 

“You don’t understand, you’re the only mother figure Carl and Judith have now. You are too important and special to us, to me, to go risk your life on a scavenging mission, Y/N. Now why don’t you go help Carl with his schoolwork, he’s been asking for you. We can talk about this more later.”

You will not discuss it more later.

Rick will become extremely jealous. To the point, he’ll either subtly isolate you by giving everyone very different jobs from yours, or he’ll even quietly sabotage your relationships with others.

If someone shows even the slightest hint of interest in you he’s coming to mess it up.

“Listen here friend, I’ve noticed you’ve taken a liking towards Y/N. You should know that she’s taken, and wouldn’t go for someone like you in the first place,”

Did I forget to mention that you’re taken? By Rick?

You don’t know it but you’re in a relationship with him, whether you like it or not. Don’t get me wrong, Rick does understand that you two aren’t ‘technically’ together, yet. But that doesn’t mean you won’t be. 

You’ll be his wife eventually, you just don’t know it yet.

Rick likes to keep mementos of you and his kids on him and likes to have some to decorate his cell, which makes it more like a home.

Found a pretty flower on your walk with Judith and want him to have it? It’ll be found pressed in one of his favorite books. He’ll borrow Glenn’s camera to take photos of Carl and Judith, making sure to get some with you in a few as well. He’ll make someone take a photo of all four of you, it’s a family portrait in his eyes.

Rick isn’t just overprotective of you because of your safety. But he is also paranoid that someone might take you from him. Anyone who gets too close to you might be seen as a threat, and he’ll have a plan to eliminate them if needed.

As time goes on his love for you grows and grows to a terrifying amount.

He’ll start to get violent if things are going his way, such as you not being affectionate back, you not realizing you’re supposed with him, or you’re being super oblivious. It makes him frustrated and angry, this shouldn’t be that hard for you! You two are meant to be! He’ll break things, take his anger out on walkers, or even yell at people in the group (even if they haven’t done anything). 

He won’t ever hurt you, on purpose anyway, he would have to either been pushed to the edge or be going through another mental breakdown for him to hurt you.

Rick will be violent towards others though.

I think Rick could understand what he is doing is technically immoral, but he doesn't care, he’s doing this because he loves you. Or, I think Rick, who has been through so much trauma, is so delusional that he doesn't think he is doing anything wrong. You're his soulmate. Soulmates should be together. No matter what

Either way, he loves you more than life itself. He loves you more than he ever did Lori. He understands that now.

Despite his unhealthy behavior he genuinely believes that he’s doing this for your best interest, only he can keep you safe in this new world. 

Rick knows everything about you, from your daily routines to your likes and dislikes.

The group is becoming concerned by his behavior, but they’re also a little too freaked out to mention it yet.

On the outside, it looks like Rick is a strong capable leader. But on the inside a darker unstable side of him lurks.

Rick becomes so dependent on you for his sense of identity and purpose that he can't imagine life without you. He believes that you’re soulmates destined to be together forever, and he'll do anything to ensure that you never part.

Another way Rick keeps you ‘safe’ isolates you is by gaslighting you. He’ll purposely allow you to almost get hurt, which he hates doing but it's to prove you need him, then he’ll save you. Even though you can handle yourself pretty well against walkers he’ll find ways to almost have you get hurt so he can save you and prove that you need him to protect you. Rick will gaslight you to no end. “You say you can handle walkers but every time you and I encounter them you almost get hurt or die. Now that's not handling them. It’s okay that you need help against them. I’ll always be here to protect you Y/N.”

He uses your relationship with Carl and Judith to his advantage. When you’re spending time with them or taking care of them he’ll come and join you or watch with a tiny smile on his face, this is one of the many situations he uses to spend time with you.

Rick is also secretly coaching Judith to call you mama, the thought of leaving him and his kids could never cross your mind if that's how they feel about you. 

Carl starts to see you as a mom without Rick’s coaching. You helped take care of him and helped him grieve his mom. You help remind him that he’s still a kid, he gets to act more like one because of you. Carl will make it known to you that without you he’d have to grow up faster again and stop getting to act like his age again. Him telling you this helps Rick, not that Carl knows about it. Again, how could you leave them? Carl shouldn’t have to lose another mother figure, especially one that actually lets him be a kid. And it wouldn’t be fair to Judith for her to lose the woman who’s been caring for her since she was born. 

Once you do catch on to Rick’s feelings and intentions and if you try to leave him he’ll remind you of these facts, that Carl and Judith can’t lose you too.

He’s the king of manipulation at this point. 

Rick’s obsession with your safety is insane. To the point, he’ll risk his own well-being for you. I mean, that's what husbands are supposed to do, right? If food is running low he’ll give up his share to you and Carl, no matter how much you disagree or fight him on it.

Rick will never let you go or give you up. Even in the face of rejection or betrayal, Rick refuses to let go of you. He’ll become increasingly desperate and unstable, resorting to drastic measures to maintain his grip on you, including threats of violence or self-harm.

He may develop obsessive rituals or routines centered around you, such as constantly checking in on you, always eating with you, watching you sleep, or even hoarding items that remind him of you. These rituals help to reinforce his ‘connection’ to you Y/N.

Rick is extremely touchy, like oh my god. When he’s around you some part of him needs to be touching you. Like when you help him with the garden, he’ll guide your hands when planting or have a hand on the small of your back while he points out where he wants to add to the prison. He ‘accidentally’ brushes against you all the time.

When you’re sitting down and feeding Judith he’ll have a hand on your shoulder, he loves it when he has to squeeze behind you to get past you and he brushes against your backside, totally not because of inappropriate reasons. 

He likes to look for things for you and the kids when he’s out scavenging. Giving you things is one of the ways he shows you he loves you, even though may not realize he’s doing it for that. Rick is in search of a wedding ring for you, he’s going to marry you, and you’re destined to be together.

If he’s scavenging with Daryl and they go past a jewelry store he’ll send Daryl ahead and meet him at their original destination. Rick just has to make a quick pitstop.

Once he finally confesses or you notice his behavior, he’ll expect you to finally realize that you’re together and will happily marry him. If you try to say no or gently get him out of the delusions he won’t take it well. Possibly falling into the delusions more, especially if you’re not getting you’re meant to be his and he was meant to be yours. Rick will explain your reactions with more delusions or false logic. 

“You just don’t see it yet Y/N, we’re meant to be together. You’ll see it soon.

If push comes to shove he’ll make you his by force. Either clearing a secret part of the prison and preparing it for him, his kids, and his future wife. He’ll lock you in said cell block if needed. If that idea doesn’t work then Rick will find a nice secluded home somewhere for you guys. Hopefully, you’ll be compliant though so you guys won’t have to leave your new home everyone worked so hard on. 

Rick rationalizes his behavior with twisted logic, convincing himself that everything he does is for Y/N's own good. He believes that he's protecting you from the dangers of the world and that she needs him to survive.

He’ll go to great lengths for you, including getting rid of anyone or anything in the way. Maybe that's why some of your fellow survivors haven’t come back from scavenging missions Rick sent them on?

Rick loves you more than anything Y/N, remember that.

“I love you with all my heart darlin, don’t ever forget that.” Rick declared with a smile, blood dripping down his face,

[redriots0]

Me, putting words on a page for the first time since high school: 🫡

One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.

[redriots0]

THE WALKING DEAD 3.01

[redriots0]

requested by Anonymous

[redriots0]

A Mother's Instinct

Summary: "You found yourself wandering the streets of Alexandria when you were drawn to the sound of a baby crying. Baby sitting duties were at the bottom of your list of activities this evening, but when Rick returned home to find you nursing his child, the maternal instinct you demonstrate awakens something within the dark, dangerous stranger."

Word count: 3,350

CW: 18+, smut, oral, PinV, praise, kind of breeding kink???

AU where Carl doesn't exist. Or he's at a sleepover or something. IDK you do you, boo.

A/N: First fic, please be kind. Why did I make it like this? Will my therapist read this? Why was I too nervous to even re-read it again after writing?

The smut took me YEARS to write (ok not really but also feels like). Does it need more or less words?

Anyway... enjoy, and proofs/feedback welcome!

Cross-posted on AO3.

---

GIF: https://fantasy-gif-world.tumblr.com/

It was early evening when you rounded the suburban street, faintly lit by the few remaining porch lights of Alexandrian residents who were yet to settle in for the night. Stars littered the darkening evening sky, the first signs of Autumn evident as your pace quickened slightly to keep warm. You would never get over the quiet evenings of Alexandria. It felt eerie to you for the longest time, however you took some comfort in it now and revelled in the silent nights.

Evening walks had become a bit of routine for you. Coupled with your morning runs, which doubled as fence line structural checks, you would certainly be hitting your step goals from pre-walker days. It may have been excessive, but vigilance was your number one priority. You often found yourself wandering the quiet streets to calm your racing thoughts, and the security detail it provided was an added bonus. Granted, from intruders you would not appear like much of a threat from a distance, but your competency with throwing knives and hand-to-hand combat would certainly distract for long enough to raise the alarm.

With that thought in mind, your hand hovered instinctually over the knife strapped to your hip. Sighing, you stretch the fingers on your hand, choosing instead to readjust the strap of your thin tank top, smoothing the edge over your jeans. It was a quiet night, same as any other, and no danger was presenting itself. You began the route back to your simple home, retracing your steps as your daily routine was completed.

It was then that you heard it, faint at first, but becoming more distinct- a baby crying. Something within you swelled with urgency, a maternal instinct of danger. Forgetting your walk, you swivelled to identify the source of the noise- naturally, the only house in the neighbourhood that actually had a baby, the Grimes’ residence. It really wasn’t your place to intervene- you barely knew the new residents, anyhow- but just then, the front entry door swung open, revealing a frazzled Tara and baby Judith.

Tara strode through the door, Judith held precariously on her hip, the latter red in the face from her exertions. Scanning the street, Tara locked eyes with you still standing on the pathway, and relief visibly relaxed her features. “Hey, Y/N! You’re good with kids, right?” she called, eyebrows raised in a hopeful expression as Judith continued to wail.

Cautiously, you accept the invitation by walking closer to the porch. “Hi, Tara- is everything okay?,” you breathe, still scanning the surrounds and waiting for Rick to follow her out. Tara sighs. “No, not really- Rick just bailed me up to watch Judith for an hour while he had to do “something important”, and I am not the maternal type- you know? Anyway, she hasn’t stopped crying since he left and I don’t really know what to do and…”, Tara paused, realising she was rambling. “Anyway, would you maybe know anything I can do, being a nurse and all?”. You smiled, stepping onto the porch, satisfied that the very distracting sheriff’s deputy wasn’t home. Tara immediately passed Judith to you as though she were a live bomb, earning a chuckle. Judith now nestled against you, you smile again, readjusting her onto your hip.

“Well, it’s pretty late- have you tried putting her down to sleep yet?”, you ask, gesturing inside. Tara leads the way, shaking her head. “Honestly, no, I just thought she missed Rick, so I held her, and she’s had her last bottle and clean change, so I thought cuddling was the way to go?”. You notice the crib close to the lounge and move to sit down. Judith babbles cutely at you, pulling slightly at your long, braided hair. Nestled on the couch, Judith against your chest, you smile widely up at Tara; no more screaming from Judith.

“See, I knew you were the right person to ask!” Tara begins, beaming. “Thanks heaps, I owe you big time!”. To your shock, Tara beelines for the front door, leaving you with a drowsy baby on your lap. “Tara!”, you whisper-shout, “Where are you going?!”. As her head disappears out the front door, she replies, “I’ve got this thing with Denise… I’ll make it up to you though- Rick will be fine, he shouldn’t be far off now- thanks again!”- and then she’s gone.

It's too late to get up and chase her down the street- and besides, this is the quietest Judith has been, nestled on your chest and babbling as her drowsiness increases. Shit. You really are stuck here until Officer Friendly comes home- how will he react to what is essentially a stranger with his child, inside his house? Shit, shit, shit. The gravity of this unintended situation begins to sink in.

You groan, sinking deeper into the couch. It’s bad enough that you were the one to deliver pantry items on that first day, your intended kind, welcoming face instead receiving the shock of its life when he answered the door, sans-shirt and freshly shaven. Such a difference it had been from when he had arrived that morning, looking for all intents and purposes like a seasoned killer. It had taken everything in you to regain your composure, and not let your eyes roam over his sculpted body. Well, not too much any way. You could have sworn the prick had smiled at you.

Since that day, you had done your best to be civil but aloof enough. Relationships in the apocalypse were messy and unnecessary. Falling in love meant you had someone you risked losing, after all. In your role as the community nurse, you had treated Rick for his minor injuries first, before he deemed your care acceptable and allowed the rest of his group to visit. Whilst working in a general practitioner’s clinic as “just a nurse” (as the junior GP liked to refer to you) pre-zombies, the clinic was a rural one, and you gained a lot of hands-on experience as the senior GP’s offsider. More often than not, you would be scrubbed in and performing procedures alongside the doctor even then. Following the infection, you had endeavoured to study further and were comfortable in your medical skill set, courtesy of the extensive medical textbook resources sourced and now stored safely within Alexandria.

Your mind wandered to that first time treating Rick as your patient- he had visited the clinic for a laceration, the result of clumsiness on a supply run. He always reminded you of a cornered animal; the moment he was within the clinic walls, his piercing eyes would scan the windows and doors, noting exits and all possible dangers. You understood that wariness well- that of a survivor- as it had taken you months within Alexandria’s walls to reduce your anxiety and be comfortable within the community as it stands. You’re loathe to admit that you were that way even before the infection.

Some time passed before you were jolted from your reverie as a crisp breeze enters the room, causing the hair on your arms to stand up. You know without looking that Rick has entered, somehow feeling his presence across the room. Slowly, you take a deep breath, and turn to face him, doing your best to don a (hopefully) harmless smile. There Rick stands, frozen in the doorway, as he takes in your form on the couch and his sleeping daughter against your chest.

“Hi,” you begin, breaking the silence. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to break in or anything- Tara kind of tricked me into taking over baby-sitting duties.” Rick nodded once, closing the door behind him and quickly striding to close the gap between you two. “No, no problem- I just didn’t expect to see you here, was all,” he stated simply, nodding at Judith. “Was she okay?”.

“An angel,” you smile, looking down at her dark curls, so similar to the man in front of you. “She’s so beautiful… it’s been so long since I’ve- since we’ve seen a baby,” you state simply. With that, Rick finally meets your eye contact and you are startled once again by how piercingly blue they are. “Thank you,” he says with sincerity tinting his voice. “Not a problem,” you reply, slowly standing, careful of the babe nestled on your chest. Cradling her head, you place Judith in the open crib, smiling as she fusses slightly but doesn’t awake from her sleep. Rick crosses to the other side of the crib, leaning down to press a kiss upon her forehead, then shifts onto his heels with a deep exhale.

God, that man is beautiful. Beautiful in his rage- beautiful covered in another person’s blood and lecturing your meek fellow residents- and beautiful now in his home, the picture of domestic bliss. Just a man and his child, bidding her good night.

“Well, I’d best be off then,” you begin to say with a smile, but are stopped dead by Rick’s gaze upon your… chest?

At this point, you realise a number of things simultaneously: One. Rick Grimes is staring at your chest. Two. Rick Grimes is saying your name in that deep, gravelly voice of his… swoon! And Three. Your t-shirt is utterly soaked along your breasts.

What. The… Was Judith drooling in her sleep? You make a quick sweeping motion with your right hand, and the liquid appears white.

Then it hits you, and you groan, crossing your arms across your chest. “Galactorrhea,” you say quickly, the blush crossing your face as you do so. Rick’s eyes dart from your chest to your face with surprise, an eyebrow cocked for clarification. “Milky… discharge, unrelated to the usual milk production of breast-feeding,” you recite. “I know, I’ve always thought it sounded like an STD, you know? But… I mean it’s obviously not a-,” you trail off.

For fuck’s sake, please stop talking, Y/N.

This is mortifying. You should be mortified. You should leave this house and never come back… maybe the woods aren’t so bad after all. Why is he looking at you like that? What is that expression? You scrunch your eyes up as though it will make the situation go away. “I’m so sorry, my hormones are out of whack with a baby here… I’m just going to leave. Can you please not tell anyone about this? Shit, this is so embarrassing…” You nod resolutely, pivoting to leave, arms still crossed against your chest.

“Y/N, wait!” Rick breaks his silence, still standing at the crib by Judith. You pivot, turning to face him. Rick confidently strides up to you, reaching you in a few steps. His face is unreadable, but his eyes have become darker, less of a sky-blue and more… frightening. You tense involuntarily, awaiting his response, his face now less than an arm’s reach away.

His jaw flexes as he fights with his next sentence. “Y/N, I just want you to know that… that is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.” Your mouth falls open with his confession, searching his face for the punch line but it never comes. He just stares at you, vulnerable and dangerous all at the same time. Testing the waters, you purse your lips as you slowly uncross your arms and let them fall to your sides. Unwittingly, Rick’s eyes flick to your chest once more, then battle to hold attention between your eyes and your lips. Well then. This is interesting.

Overcome by the moment, you take a half-step towards him, encroaching on his dominant presence. Your tongue flits out to wet your lips as you lock eyes with him, eyebrow raised, “well, then… whatever should I do with that information?”

Rick lets out a small noise, half huff, half groan. “You know, I think I have some ideas,” he growls. Immediately, his mouth is pressed upon yours, surprise raising your eyebrows with the abruptness of it. You don’t even have a chance to react before he pulls away again, searching your face for reaction. A heartbeat passes, then you step forward to meet his lips once again, this time allowing your hands to comb through his curls, coming to rest at the base of his skull. Rick envelops you, one hand gripping your chin and jaw, the other coming to wrap around your small waist. You pulled at his bottom lip with your teeth, earning a low chuckle from Rick. His splayed hands explore your waist, your hips, edging almost shyly to the underside of your wet breasts.

He pulled away from the deepening kiss, only leaving enough space to cock his head to the side in question. Trying to convey your urgency, you nod, beginning to turn towards the stairway. Rick grabs your elbow instead, causing you to pivot in concern, then shocks you by squatting to grab you by your thighs and hoisting you upon his hips. The movement was so effortless, and so damn sexy, but your involuntary squeal quickly dies upon your lips as he once again captures your mouth with his.

The journey from downstairs to his bedroom upstairs is a quick one, with your cheek placed upon his collarbone as you watch the ease with which he moves. Nudging the door to his bedroom, Rick places you onto the end of his mattress with a gentleness you did not expect from the earlier groping. He crosses quickly to the bedside table, turning the baby monitor screen slightly, as you make to lean back onto your elbows. He crosses to stand in front of you, maintaining eye contact as he drops instead to his knees before you.

Rick Grimes… kneeling before you. Didn’t he make a whole speech once about not kneeling? Hmm.

You lean to kiss him, but he swerves, making to trail kisses down your throat instead. An involuntary moan escapes you, causing a smile from Rick in your periphery. “Yeah… that’s a good girl,” he breathes, leaving a wet trail down your collarbone and along your bust. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you like this. Legs spread, leaning back, looking just so pretty just for me.” His large fingers find your top button and zipper, head cocked in a question. You nod simply, eyes glazed with lust and warmth pooling in your core. Rick quickly works to undo your jeans, and you raise your hips to let them slide to the ground, the sheath of your knife hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Again kneeling between your legs, his hands run over your thighs and gently nudge them open once more. An audible moan escapes his mouth as you watch him sight your panties- from the feel of it, they are utterly (and likely visibly) soaked. Rick takes a thumb to swipe over the centre of your panties, resting upon your clitoris at its peak. No time is wasted as he then slides them to the side, a glimmer in his eye as he maintains eye contact prior to running his wide, flat tongue between your folds, thumb again finding its place on your sensitive bundle of nerves in circular motions.

God, the sight alone nearly sends you over the edge- this man kneeling, eagerly eating you out as his free hand grips your thigh. Did cunnilingus always feel this damn good? I know it’s been a while, but wow! You cannot hide the moans escaping from you as Rick works you closer to the edge, and indeed a louder moan prompts him to add two fingers to the mix. This man somehow knows his way around your anatomy, curling his fingers to hit your impossibly sensitive g-spot. “Shit, Rick, I’m close-,” you breathe, and his curls bob slightly as he increases the tempo and intensity all at once. Gasping, you tense your core involuntarily as the waves of your orgasm roll over you. His free hand moves from your thigh to your abdomen to pin you to the bed, forcing you to ride it out as he slowly decreases the speed.

As you open your eyes, you find him staring at you with pure lust and admiration, slowly withdrawing his fingers from within your heat. You reach for him with renewed urgency, pulling him towards you and onto the bed. You help him unbutton and remove his shirt followed by his jeans, peppering his lips and throat with kisses whilst doing so. He returns the favour, removing your wet tank top and wasting no time to unbutton and remove your simple bra. You palm at his erection, visible through the thin layer of his boxers, as he ducks his head to kiss your equally peaked nipples.

“Perfect, just like you,” he murmurs before teasing one between his teeth. Luckily for your residual mortification, the lactation from before seems to have all but ended with the removal of clothing. Gripping your waist with his large, splayed hand, Rick uses the other to slide your wet panties off your frame, discarding them on the floor. Still allowing you to stroke his length, Rick positions himself between your legs now, maintaining eye contact as he slides off his own boxers. His cock springs free from its bounds, allowing you to take him in; Rick, in all his glory, standing in front of you, head inclined to the side in his gorgeous, infuriating manner.

“Stop staring at me and come fuck me,” you assert, and hardly a heartbeat passes before he is upon you. He kisses you fully, pausing only to gently guide himself into your core. Shiiiiit. A moan escapes your lips again as you adjust to his girth, Rick beginning to press deeper, moaning as he too adjusts to your tightness. Your legs wrap around his waist, a smile upon your face. Your nails rake down his back in encouragement, and Rick’s pace increases, gradually managing to bottom out with a groan. He doesn’t seem to know where to focus his attention: eyes flitting between your face, your breasts, to the disappearance of his cock within your heat, committing each thrust to memory.

You feel the rolling sensation of your approaching orgasm as you press into the pillow, taking your left hand to tease your breast, right to grip his muscular biceps as he too seems to increase his thrusts with urgency and intensity. Before long, you feel it take a hold of you. “Rick, shit I’m gonna-,” you start, and he nods quickly, “I know baby, me too.” The elastic within you snaps at his words, causing you to throw your head back, back arched as he pounds into you. Two more thrusts follow you through your second orgasm before he is joining you, groaning as his hips stutter, spilling into your core.

Rick’s arms brace above your head, his eyes fluttering closed as he rests his forehead next to yours, catching his breath. After a moment, you turn to kiss his cheek, watching his intense facial expression soften into a smile. Slowly, painfully slowly, he withdraws, cleaning yourself and then himself up with a wipe from the bedside table before lowering himself next to you. You lay there for a minute, head nestled against his chest as you both come to terms with the mind-blowing sex you just had. Rick strokes your arm absent-mindedly, and you hum contently at the contact.

Piercing the silence, the baby monitor comes to life with a loud beeping. Rick’s laugh escapes as a short puff of air in your ear as he turns his head to check. “False alarm… just a low battery. I’ll replace it soon… but maybe we can just stay like this for a bit first,” he says, and you nod, smiling as you nestle once again in his arms.

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Rick smiles down upon you. He murmurs in your ear, “I don’t know about you, but I’d like to have you come babysit more often.”

You laugh in response, pulling the sheet closer to yourself as you return his gaze. You reply, “You know, Rick, I think we can arrange that.”

[redriots0]

The Ones Who Live | 1x06

[redriots0]

it's the tilt for me

MR RICK ‘HEAD TILT’ GRIMES

[redriots0]

Blinking slowly, you tried to adjust to the bright light entering through the bedroom window. The image of Rick laying next to you, his shirtless torso covered only by the thin sheet, brought memories of last night's events. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing was slow and controlled, and a relaxed expression softened his normally stiff features.

He started to shift around, slowly opening his eyes as he turned to face you. A big yawn escaped his mouth as he fixated his bleary eyes on yours.

"Another round, I presume?" he asked with a teasing tone, oozing with confidence.

[redriots0]

The Ones Who Live | 1x03 - Bye