can u write a smut where rick dies in his world and then ends up in ours? reader is a singer and dancer, and to help him readjust she hires him as her bodyguard and as the time passes things finally get smutty and tall that shit đđđ and can you do reader timid, quiet and really girlie pretty pleaseee đ
oh my god i love this ahh (i live for twd modern!auâs)!! took the freedom to change up some parts, so itâs a bit different than what you asked for but i hope you like this :)
also iâm kinda planning on making this a multi-series. this idea is too good to make it a one-shot<333
innocent actress!reader X possesive bodyguard!rick grimes (modern!au)
part 01
description box: rick grimes is a man who knows what he wants, and he wants you. and he may not be able to tell the world, but he damn sure can show them.
warnings: nsfw warning, porn with plot, minors dni!!, mostly smut, use of nicknames like âdollâ and âpretty girlâ, rick is a little bit insane hahah (but when was he ever not), sub & dom dynamic
innocent actress!reader X possessive bodyguard!rick grimes
(modern!au)
RICK GRIMES DOESNâT REALLY LIKE the way that interviewer is looking at you. his eyes are trailing up and down your small frame too frequently for his liking and he doesnât like his eyes dipping down to your lips every two seconds or so.
whatâs bothering him even more is how you wonât noticeâwonât notice the way this interviewer licks his lips, wonât notice his eyes dropping to your chest, wonât notice his flirty little remarks.
âcut the cameras,â he orders frostily, and one of the camera men straightens himself, ready to protest, but rick grimes is an intimidating man. one chilly glance is enough to shut the camera man up and he grumbles something unfriendly under his breath as he tells his team to shut down the cameras.
you flash him a questioning look. god, look at you. so naive, rick thinks, so fucking naive.
this is one of the reasons you hired rickâhe was tall, intimidating and strong. another reason was his handsomeness. you never really liked the suffocating fame that came with it nor the cameras that were glued to your back every second, but donât get it wrong !! you love acting, but your famousness tends to overwhelm you sometimes, so you thought hiring a handsome bodyguard might off take a little bit of the constant attention and pressure you were getting.
rick had to admit that when he was hired, he first thought it was a joke. it seemed that all you needed him for was opening water bottles and cans, carrying your bags while going on shopping sprees with youâwhich necklace suited you better, the silver one or the golden one?
you were so sweet. so polite and sensitive. oddly naive. rick reckoned this was all an act for publicity, maybe the reputation and image of yourself you were trying to create, but after being your bodyguard for about two years, he knew this wasnât the case. the sheltered upbringing you received thanks to your protective parents was partly the reason for your sheer innocence, but heâd noticed that people tended to become soft around you.
he didnât like to admit it, but he too had become soft around you. grown fond of you. some might say affectionate, even. who else would tolerate the silly tantrums you threw; who else would go on (forced) ice cream dates with you; who else would roll their eyes but still entertain you like this?
but he knows youâve grown fond of him, too. you depended on him so much, looked to him first for every little problem you encountered, valued his opinion the most. he was the first person you thought of calling when someone on a show announced you the greatest actress of the century.
âwhatâs going on, mr grimes?â you blink at him, as clueless and oblivious as ever. itâs a little adorable, rick guesses.
even though rickâs told you not to call him mr grimes multiple times, you never seem to remember. youâre shy, you wouldnât dare calling him by his first name. rick knows that, but he canât help but sigh inwardly every time he hears you call out for him as âmr grimes!â.
âwhatâs your name?â he asks the interviewer, southern drawl all too present and piercing, icy eyes staring him down as he chose to ignore your question for the time being.
the interviewer lifts an eyebrow. âme? iâm mark. mark millers.â
âhuh,â rick nods, clicking his tongue, âmark.â
his voice is cold, but again, he is always; distant, taciturn. celebrity newspapers called you and him âthe sweet angel and her brooding shadowâ once. rick thinks itâs stupid but you thought it was so cool you once made him wear a coupleâs costume, with you dressing up as an angel and him as.. he supposes he was supposed to be a shadow, but it turned into some kind of devil instead.
âwell, that was all i wanted to know.â rick waves his hand, signalling the camera team to continue, âwas just curious.â
he was, in fact, not just curious. after the interview, he would ask around, about this.. mark. mark would find himself in court, weeks later, on a sexual assault charge.
rick may be bad at emotions, but he knows he doesnât like it when someone touches what is his.
and unfortunately for mark, he also has enough power to destroy his life.
YOU WERENâT SURE HOW YOU managed to get yourself into this position.
âare you mad at me?â you ask quietly. rick and you were sitting in the limousine that was supposed to take you home.
ever since that interview, rickâs been oddly quiety. well, he always has been taciturn but never this.. silent.
rick sighs, âno, âm not mad at you, doll.â
you stare at him. âthen whyâre you frowning?â
ââm not frowning.â
âoh but yes, you are!â you protest with crossed arms; âif itâs not me who youâre mad at, then who..?â
your eyes widen, âyouâre not angry because of mark, are you?â
rick tenses up, and gives you a look you canât really place. you couldnât help but laugh, rick angry at an interviewer was a scenario that was so strange and unfamiliar to you that you just couldnât stop laughing. it was hilarious, really.
âquit laughinâ, iâm serious. he rubs me the wrong way.â rick adds grumpily.
you chuckle, patting his thigh, âeveryone rubs you the wrong way, rickââ
you cut yourself off when you notice his eyes staring at your hand. on his thigh. you quickly withdraw your hand, you know rick doesnât like being touched. the only kind of physical contact (that also you initiated) was a hug from him that youâd only gotten because you had received your first award.
âoh, âm sorry, i know that loriââ
âitâs fine,â he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence and looks out of the window, âlori and i⌠are havinâ some problems.â
âwhat? why? are you OK? whatâs going on?â
rick almost smiles at the obvious worry in your voice, he thinks itâs adorable how much you care. even though heâs just your employee.
âdonât worry bout it,â he drawls and leans back, lips pulled up in a lazy smile.
part two coming soon!!
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