#rickgrimes

[movidita]

Rick finding out ur into choking which leads to rough sex? 🤭

18+ mdni

“You like that?”

Rick scoffs, referring to the hold he had around your neck— courtesy of you.

You grabbed his arm and allowed him to wrap his fingers around you and dig his fingernails into your skin.

You loved it.

How you could see the cocky smirk on his face, you loved that he had the power and could do whatever he wanted. It only made the arousal between your legs grow and leak onto the bed.

Meekly nodding, you tighten your grip around the man’s wrist, a sign for him to continue and go harder.

He did. Squeezing his fingers around your neck, that combined with his rough pounding made you see stars.

“Mmgh, Rick!”

The man chuckled coyly, a stupid smirk on his face, “You’re pathetic, baby.” He cooed, his thumb reaching up to tauntingly stroke at your soft cheek.

By now your face was turning a shade of crimson due to his harsh hold, fat tears forming in your eyes and begging to drip.

Rick's thrust only speed up, getting more aroused at the sight of you— laid beneath him, completely at his mercy, his hand around your throat and those big eyes that stared into his. God, he loved you.

[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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[virtualreader]

under the stars

rickgrimesxfem!reader

summary: somehow the night watch shifts got jumbled, resulting in a maybe-not-so-forced proximity with the married, appealing leader of the group.

word count: 2,2k.

genre: smut, and a lil' bit of angst.

warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, masturbation, adultery, etc. (not proofread)

a/n: this was requested by an anon, I really hope it is what you wanted, enjoy!

+18 content below, minors dni, nsfw, please do not read it if you're uncomfortable with this topic!

The night sky laid before your eyes. It was the only thing that had improved with the outbreak. There were plenty of stars that night; they had always been there, but you just couldn't see them.

Contemplating the bright stars made everything seem right as if you were still enjoying summer nights in your backyard. But you were not. You were on watch.

The silence around you was only broken by the crickets and the occasional distant howling of the wind. The moon above shone brightly, casting eerie shadows around you, and the first dewdrops settled down onto the wisps of grass.

Suddenly, you heard a twig snap, and your heart skipped a beat. You turned around and saw Rick approaching you, his brows drew together as he asked, "Whatcha doing up there, y/n?”

“Watch duty,” you spoke simply.

Rick found it strange; he could have sworn that it was his turn tonight. As a matter of fact, it was. However, Glenn had asked for you to cover his shift, as they would not return until late into the night.

"Wasn't I supposed to be on watch tonight?" he asked, shifting his weight to his right leg.

You observed him from your perch atop Dale's RV. His hands rested on his hips, and a substantial amount of blood stained his clothes. His sweat-soaked shirt clung to his torso, highlighting the physical exhaustion he must have been experiencing.

"Were you?" you rubbed your forehead. "Glenn told me you couldn't make it here in time for your shift.”

"Mind if I stay?" Rick asked. "I won't be able to sleep a wink anyway, and I think you could use someone to talk to, don't you?”

After accepting his proposal, Rick climbed up the handrails to sit beside you. With your feet hanging off the vehicle, you felt the cold breeze hit your skin, but it didn't bother you as much as you thought it would. Instead, you welcomed the refreshing feeling, which provided a momentary escape from the tension and stress of everyday life in this new world.

You observed Rick as he took in the view, his expression softening as he relaxed, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of the world around him.

As Rick sat beside you on top of the RV, you both found yourselves lost in a conversation that went on for hours. It was a rare moment of tranquility in a world filled with chaos, and you were grateful for it.

"You know what I miss the most from the old world?" he asked, breaking the settled silence.

You looked at him, nodding to encourage him to continue.

"Coffee," he said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "There was something about that bitter taste that just made everything better. It was like a warm hug in a cup, and it's something that you just can't replicate with anything else." He paused, lost in thought for a moment before continuing. "I remember how people used to line up for hours just to get their hands on a cup of coffee from their favorite shop. It was a social event, a way to connect with others over a shared love of caffeine. And now, it's just gone.”

You kept on talking for a while, exchanging memories from the time before the apocalypse. Although it felt like only minutes had passed since he arrived, you found yourself opening up to him, telling him about your life before the dead walked the earth.

You reminisced about renting movies every Saturday night, a ritual you followed religiously. You described dancing around the house with a broom in your hands, singing along to your favorite 80s songs. You explained how you would wander the neighborhood streets for hours with your dog, even on rainy days.

Rick's eyes drifted towards the horizon, and you could see the sadness etched onto his face. "I miss it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I miss my family, my friends, my job…everything. I miss everything."

You placed a hand on his shoulder, offering comfort. "We all do, Rick. We all do."

"Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it," Rick said, his voice heavy with emotion. "All the fighting, all the pain…for what? Just to survive another day?"

You turned towards him and rested your hand on his arm. "It's worth it, Rick. We have to keep going, for ourselves and for the people we care about.”

"You know," you began, hesitating as you tried to gather your thoughts. "I've been thinking a lot about the world we live in, and how chaotic and violent it can be. It's easy to feel lost and alone like we're all just struggling to survive. But then I look at you, and I realize that you make me feel safe, protected, and cared for." you said, voicing the thought that had been brooding in your mind. "And I believe I speak for all of us when I say we appreciate you as our leader.”

Your cheeks blossomed with red as Rick’s enlarged pupils bored into your soul as if he could read through you. His mere presence was enough to put you in a fight-or-flight mode, making you aware of an attraction you had not acknowledged before.

Rick Grimes was not chosen to be the group leader - it was a role that he fell into almost organically. His rise to leadership was not unexpected. He had always been a man of great integrity and his strong moral compass meant that he was a natural choice to lead the group. Rick's unwavering commitment to the group's survival and his ability to remain level-headed in times of crisis meant that he quickly gained the trust of his peers.

The graze of a hand in your tight startled you, averting your eyes from the sky that had you entranced, to Rick's face. He took advantage of the moment and reached out to gently caress your cheek. You felt a rush of emotions as your heart began to race.

You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as Rick leaned in closer, responding to the adulterous desire you had ignited within his heart. His breath felt hot on your skin, and you could hear the beating of your own heart as your lips met in a passionate kiss, finally acknowledging the feelings that had been brewing between you for days. Though the world may have been gone, at that moment, everything felt right.

As you embraced the married man, your heart was racing with excitement. You could feel his lips on yours and his arms tightly wrapped around you. But as you both pulled away, a sudden realization dawned on you. What were you doing? You were kissing a married man, and his wife laid just a few feet away, sound asleep. The guilt and shame crept up inside you, and you couldn't help but feel regretful for your actions. It was clear that this was anything but right.

“I-I’m sorry. I should not-” you breathed, your voice trailing off as you struggled to find the right words. You looked down at your feet, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you. You had always been good at thinking on your feet, but at this moment, your thoughts were scattered and disjointed.

"Don't do that," he said, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. You tried to look away as if avoiding his gaze would excuse your immoral actions. But the hand he had on the side of your face prevented you from doing so, gently forcing you to look at him as he confessed, "Don’t apologize for something we've both obviusly wanted for a while now.”

And as if he knew what was going through your mind, he added, "Please don't worry about Lori," his voice soft and comforting. "Our relationship had decayed well before you and I met, so don't beat yourself up. If anything, that responsibility rests on me." His words were like a balm to your soul, a soothing reassurance to your worries, easing the fears that had been gnawing at you.

As the night wore on, you found yourself ogling at Rick's physical appearance. You couldn't help but notice the veins on his arms or the way his shirt clung to his chest, and the feeling of desire for him was overwhelming. You knew that your actions were wrong, but in this world, who was there to judge? You leaned in to kiss him again, but this time, something was different. This time, you knew that there was no going back.

When he turned you over onto your back, your heart raced with anticipation. You felt his hands slide down to your hips, gently but firmly holding you in place. As your lips remained locked in a passionate embrace, you couldn't help but shiver from the cool metal of the RV's roof against your skin. You felt a deep connection as he looked into your eyes, his gaze burning with desire and affection. In that moment, you knew that this was more than just physical attraction, but a true emotional bond between two people.

"Don’t make a sound," he muttered pulling away as he placed a finger over your mouth, hurriedly getting free from his dirty shirt. You had to be indeed quiet as to not be heard by the rest of the group, especially his wife.

After struggling with the zipper, you finally freed yourself from your tight-fitting pants. As you did, Rick's mischievous grin grew wider, his eyes lingering on the laced panties that you were wearing underneath. The silky fabric felt smooth against your skin, and you couldn't help but blush as Rick's gaze lingered on you. The enflaming feeling of a light gust of wind grazing your cunt sending a shiver down your spine.

"God damn it," Rick whispered. "You look so good beneath me.”

Rick began exploring your body with his hands, savoring every inch of your skin. He slowly lifted your shirt above your braless chest. You let out a soft moan as he ran his tongue over your nipple, causing your back to arch lightly at the sensation. His touch was electric and you couldn't resist the urge to pull him closer, wanting to feel more of him against your body.

Your hands whirled in the back of his head, feeling the texture of his coiled hair in your fingers as they intertwined with it. You felt a rush of passion as your lips connected once again, savoring the taste of his. Your fingers fumbled with his zipper, your eagerness growing with each passing second. His tongue met yours in a frenzied dance, both of you desperate for more.

Once you’d made your way to his hard cock you caressed his bulge, feeling it grow with each passing moment, and you looked up at his face, anticipating his reaction. A muted growl escaped his mouth as he quivered under your touch. You continued to stroke him, your movements becoming more and more deliberate as you worked him closer and closer to the edge.

“Shut up, you’re gonna get us caught.” you ordered him after he moaned loudly , smugness emanating from you.

“That’s gonna be hard if your hand stays there any longer, pretty girl.”

His hands slipped under your panties, the circling movements of his fingers over your clit delivering shockwaves through your entire body. You couldn't help but gasp as you felt your walls tighten around his fingers, and the pleasure continued to build with each passing moment.

Rick's voice was hoarse as he leaned over you, his eyes dark with desire. "You are so ready for me," he whispered, his fingertips tracing a path down your body until they reached your entrance. The anticipation was almost unbearable as he teased you, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but feel like a dirty girl as he continued his ministrations, but you didn't want it to stop.

He entered you slowly, his fingers teasing your entrance until you were begging for more. When he finally filled you completely, you gasped from the intense pleasure that coursed through your body. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before, and you knew in that moment that you were completely his.

The way he moved inside you was a dance of passion, each thrust taking you higher and higher until you were flying. You clung to him, your hands running over his back as you surrendered to the rapture that he was giving you.

As you both reached the peak of ecstasy, he crushed beside you, his body slick with sweat and his chest heaving. The warmth of his skin against yours was both comforting and exhilarating, and you couldn't help but snuggle closer to him, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

As the night turned into dawn, the two of you lay entwined on the roof of the RV, the cool breeze of the night forgotten. The guilt that had been plaguing you had subsided, replaced only by a feeling of contentment and euphoria. It was a moment that you knew you would never forget, a moment that would forever be etched in your memory as a reminder of the beauty that could still be found in a world filled with chaos.

Perhaps the scintillating night sky was not the only great thing the outbreak bought into your life.

[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

[bejtacze]

He wants revenge!

[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.

[tweetybaird]

She Was All Yellow

Carl Grimes X Black Fem OC

tw: typical TWD violence, allusions to SA (it’s never directly mentioned but heavily implied), cussing? does that need a warning, this is not an x reader this is an x oc!!!

note: this is supposed to be chapter 1 of what i’m hoping will turn into a small fic. and if it doesn’t do too good i probably won’t add onto this and will more than likely make it a one shot. which i’m fine with. also for the sake of the fic carl is aged up cause obviously a 14 year old couldn’t handle himself like this. i’m thinking he’s between 16-17. anywho, enjoy lovebugs!!

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carl grimes had been alone. completely alone. he knew it was inevitable. nothing lasts forever. he just didn’t think he’d be alone when it happened.

the prison had fallen. the governor came back and took everything. their home, their garden, hershel…

he took judith. well, the governor didn’t. not really. from what carl could tell from the gruesome remains of her carrier, a walker got her. but it was the governors fault nonetheless.

carl had managed to get back inside, grabbed a book bag and stuffed it full of every personal belonging he had. he grabbed a duffel soon after and filled it with food, clothes, weapons, and ammo. then he left.

and carl was alone.

he hadn’t been left alone before. not since shit hit the fan. but it didn’t matter, he could handle himself. and anyway, he wasn’t alone for long.

it’s been about a week and a half since the prison fell. but it was only two days after when he found her. he didn’t know her name, she hadn’t given it to him. actually, she hadn’t spoken at all.

she was alone too, passed out under a tree, bloody handprints covering the dark skin of her thighs and peeking out from under the shorts of her jean overalls. the blood didn’t seem to be hers, but carl couldn’t find a body nearby. the pastel yellow shirt beneath her overalls was covered in dirt and grime, and her curly black hair was falling out of the half up half down style she’d pulled it into. she had a yellow ribbon in it that had clearly been in a bow before, but had since fallen out and was simply tied into a knot in her hair.

she freaked out when carl woke her up, panicked legs kicking him away as her hands flew up to cover herself. it took nearly an hour to convince the poor girl that he wasn’t going to hurt her, consisting of carl keeping his back pinned to the tree across from her, hands raised in an “i surrender” position, weapons laid out in front of him as he mumbled words of reassurance, praising her for being brave when she began to uncurl.

she never told carl what had happened to her before he found her. but he knew. and from the moment he saw the fear in her wide russet brown eyes when she first awoke, carl swore to himself that he would protect her with every ounce of his being.

they walked together silently, side by side. the first couple days carl managed to fill the silence, but he had nothing to say now. they’d been walking for days, bags settled deep under both sets of eyes. neither of the young adults could sleep more than a few minutes each night, and it was evident in the sluggish way they walked.

the girl didn’t have any weapons on her, as a matter of fact, she had no belongings at all. carl had tried to offer her his knife when they first began walking, but the way she flinched away from his hand made him immediately draw it back to his body. carl had protected her since, making sure the girl was never in a situation where she had to defend herself.

carls forearms and hands were covered in blood, his white t-shirt ruined. he had given the quiet girl his flannel when they first met, a silent promise of protection, and she’d yet to give it back. she had retied the bow in her hair, and took to playing with the tail of the bow by twirling the pieces in her hand. her left hand never touched her hair however. because every time they walked, the girl took carls hand. her fingers intertwined with those on his right hand, consequently covering hers in blood as well.

if you asked carl why she held his hand he couldn’t tell you. then again, he couldn’t tell you anything about the girl. well, he did know one thing. her favorite color was yellow. the shirt she wore under her overalls was yellow, the bow in her hair was yellow, the ruffled socks she wore with her white converse were yellow. every time she saw a yellow flower her eyes settled on it a little longer than any other.

it was why she spotted the sign before carl, her sluggish walking coming to an abrupt stop next to him. his head snapped towards her immediately, spotting what had caught her attention. a bright yellow sign had black words painted over it.

sanctuary for all. community for all. those who arrive survive.

carl didn’t trust it, Terminus sounding like too good of a place, but the way her eyes reread the words over and over again with a strange since of longing changed his mind far too quickly.

which brought them to now.

the dark skinned girl had her back pinned to the corner of the train car, carls back pressed protectively against her chest, his arms spread on either side of her, hands clenched in fists in case the strangers tried anything. carl was angry. with himself more than anything. he’d sworn to protect her, and now they were stuck in a train car, the door that was previously locked sliding wide open.

carl was proud of himself for having the incentive to hide the bags holding their belongings before they entered the community. the boy had buried them beneath the only willow tree he’d seen around the perimeter, making it easy to find it when they left. if they left.

the teens heard yelling outside, the new group getting the same lecture they had. carls shoulders were tense, body strung tight and ready to defend his girl in any way needed. the first to enter the car was a man, with fire red hair, dressed in old army attire. his eyes landed on carl immediately, raising his hands to show the young man that he meant no harm. he hadn’t seen the girl behind carl, the boys body acting perfectly as a shield just as he’d hoped.

eventually the rest of the strange man’s group filled the car, the door slamming shut as soon as the last person stepped inside. seemingly, no one had noticed the boy but the red headed man, and carl couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not.

“we ain’t gonna hurt ya kid,” the man’s gruff voice began, stepping forward towards carl tentatively. it was only then that the rest of the group noticed carl. carl didn’t recognize any of them, at least, not at first, not in the dark of the train cart. but then, upon seeing an old sheriffs hat on top of the boyish silhouette in the corner, another voice filled the emptiness, southern drawl making carl’s tense muscle’s immediately relax.

“carl? oh honey, is that you?” maggie. and carl could’ve sworn the tears in his eyes weren’t there before but fuck they were pouring out now. he couldn’t move towards her, not yet. he still had to protect his girl. but maggie didn’t hesitate, she’d found part of her family. with a swiftness she, alongside glenn, split from the group and bounded towards carl. the boy held his hands up immediately when they got too close, and only then were his shoulders small enough to reveal the girl behind him. the group gasping in surprise when they spotted another person behind the strange boy.

carl reached a hand back to find the girl, his right hand, always his right, finding her left one, their fingers intertwined. “maggie, glenn, i’m okay. but you gotta be still.” he could feel the girls body trembling, fear taking over, even though carl clearly knew these people. the two grown adults remained still, but maggie reached her arms out towards the boy, “you’re alright?”

carl was nodding his head as soon as the words left her mouth, but thought she might not be able to see it in the darkness, “i’m okay aunt maggie, swear. but i’m not alone. and she’s scared, and you gotta back up. now.” it was almost frightening the way the boys voice dropped, taking on an extremely protective tone when speaking of his friend, and the red headed man raised an eyebrow in shock, glancing at his group to find similar looks of surprise on their faces. maggie nodded her head in understanding, grabbing her husband and slowly walking backwards towards the rest of their group.

the southern woman was then pointing to people in the group, sharing their names and explaining to carl what had happened along the way. soon, the young boy was stepping away from the corner, slowly making his way towards the middle of the train cart. carl kept the girl behind his back, holding her hand tightly, but he wasn’t so tense, so neither was she. she didn’t have to be scared if he wasn’t. carl filled in the blanks for her on all the people he already knew that maggie hadn’t introduced. nobody questioned the girls silence, because when the moonlight shining through the cracks in the container put a small spotlight on the girl, and the blood and hand prints on her legs showed themselves, it was evident what had happened. no one pushed her to speak, quite frankly, they were worried what carl would do if they tried to.

maggie and glenn had given carl multiple sad glances since he’d stepped forward. because as he spoke to the group before him - explaining what had happened to him, when he found the girl, what he had done along the way - they didn’t see the boy they knew before. in less than two weeks carl had become a man, a terrifying one at that. the blood coating his arms and hands wasn’t fresh, it was stained. but he wore it with pride, and the girl behind him felt safe, and maggie and glenn were so sad for the boy they once knew.

soon, night fell. and then, carl was scared. because he trusted maggie and glenn and sasha and because they trusted the others he had to trust them too. but he didn’t, couldn’t, not really, not fully. but fuck he was so tired. and his arms felt itchy and dry. and the girl had already fallen asleep, slumped into his chest in the small corner they had claimed as their own. his flannel was pulled tight around her body, his sheriffs hat on her head now sideways from the way her face was pressed into his torso. but she still shivered so he held her close. and it was so hard not to sleep when he was so comfortable.

after a few minutes of an inner conflict between whether or not he really could sleep, carl heard a familiar voice speaking up. “carl,” it was glenn, voice soft and reassuring. “you can sleep, kid. you know you can trust us. we’ll keep you safe…both of you.” and carl wanted to believe him so bad, he really did. but after what had happened to the girl before he met her, after the amount of walkers he dealt with on his own to keep her safe, after the people he dealt with to protect her…carl just couldn’t risk it. so he simply shook his head, mumbled “i’m fine,” and pressed his face into her hair, pulling her closer, going over the countless escape plans in his head.

but sleep was inevitable. carl hadn’t slept for more than an hour in the past couple days. it wasn’t his fault really. but he felt like it was. when the boy awoke the other group was already fully awake, mumbling about some ruckus outside. carl shot up quickly, accidentally awaking the girl on his chest in the process. he ran a fist in a quick circle on his chest, signing a silent apology before getting on his feet, standing in front of the girl protectively as she rose to stand as well.

glenn glanced over at the teens as they stood, explaining the worried mumbles amongst their group. their was another group just outside, and they were being sent into the same box. carl was quick to move when the door was yanked open, pulling his girl back into the corner and making himself appear bigger than he was, successfully hiding her once more. maggie didn’t have much time to look at him proudly, because then the people were walking into the car, and they looked all too familiar. the door shut with a loud slam, covering the group in darkness once more.

“rick?”

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[u2frommars]

Rick Grimes / The ones who live

[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.

[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]

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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[virtualreader]

cleansing the soul

rickgrimesxfem!reader

summary: hot showers and hot moments are two of the few pleasures left in an apocalyptic world, so instead of being embarrassed by your little unexpected encounter, you and Rick decide to take advantage of the comfortable situation that has recently came your way.

word count: 2,6k.

warnings: unprotected sex (p in v), little praising and dirty talking, etc. (not proofread)

requested: yes (by anonymous).

a/n: it may not be exactly what you asked for, but I felt like adding more than 'a little bit of smut' to this one (i was so needy), hope you like it all the same.

+18 content below, minors dni, nsfw, please do not read it if you're uncomfortable with this topic!

Showers—hot and drawn-out showers—, one of the many privileges that you and your group now enjoyed, thanks to the Alexandrians' hospitality.

The water running over your skin, carrying away the filth along with it as it reached the shower’s floor, disappearing through the drain with a little swirl. The vapor emanating from your wet body taking up the whole room, misting the bathroom’s mirror. And that purity feeling, both physical and mental, when you step out, enveloping yourself in a towel, just as if the water could wash away the stresses and turmoil of the day.

It was moments like these that made all the struggles and hardships worth it—the battles, the injuries, and even the sacrifices—just to relish in these simple pleasures once again.

It was a rare occasion to experience calm and quietness in the house, given that you lived with three adults, a teenager, and a baby. Therefore, when the house was left empty, you seized the opportunity to take a well-deserved shower.

It was a moment of solitude that you had been longing for, and you could finally let your mind wander without any interruptions.

While the house was usually bustling with activity, with Michonne on a run, Rick busy helping out around the settlement, Carl spending time with Enid, and Judith being looked after by Carol, you knew that this time the house would be empty long enough for you to fully relax and enjoy your shower.

You relished in the feeling of the warm water cascading over your body, washing away any stress or tension that had built up over the day.

As you reached for the shampoo bottle, you heard the unmistakable sound of the doorknob rattling. You paused, wondering who could be on the other side and if they intended to disturb you.

The bathroom door creaked open slowly, revealing Rick's exhausted face. His eyes darted around the shelving over the bathroom sink as he searched for whatever he came in for.

He then turned his gaze to your naked figure, barely visible through the steamy, condensated screen, a shocking expression taking over his face.

"Shit, sorry," Rick quickly apologized as soon as he saw you. "I didn't mean to—I um should've knocked. Um, I—I'II just go," he stuttered, backing away from the door.

You smiled at his flustered state, finding it endearing.

"No, it's okay," you reassured him. "You can stay if you want."

Rick hesitated for a moment before nodding and stepping inside the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You couldn't help but notice his gaze lingering on your body as he leaned against the sink, watching you out of the corner of his eye, a slight smile playing on his lips.

As Rick leaned against the sink, he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"I'm grateful that we found a safe place to stay," he said, his voice filled with exhaustion and gratitude. "I don't fully trust these people, but it's been a stressful time for us and with all the uncertainty and fear 'bout where we'd end up... I don't know, 'm just glad yours and the kids' life are no longer in danger.”

He paused, his eyes scanning the bathroom before landing on your figure, still enveloped in steam from the shower.

"We're here now, Rick," you said. "I feel like we can finally start to relax and focus on rebuilding our lives." you paused again, your voice growing softer as you added, "even be a family. And I'd love you to feel the same way about all this."

The weight of your words hung in the air, each syllable carrying with it a sense of hope and determination.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over you as you watched him, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the bathroom lights.

For the past few weeks, life had been a whirlwind of chaos and uncertainty. You and your group had been on the run, constantly on the move in search of a safe place to stay. But despite the constant danger and fear, you had managed to stick together, relying on each other for support and strength.

And now, as you stood together in the bathroom, the sound of the shower filling the room with a soothing hum, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. It was as if, for the first time in a long time, everything was going to be okay.

"I know it's not going to be easy," you reassured Rick, breaking the silence. "But we'll make it work. We always do."

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

It was true—you and your group had faced countless challenges and obstacles, but you had always managed to overcome them, together, despite the heartbreaking losses you've had to experience.

As you watched Rick, his eyes scanning the bathroom once again before meeting yours, you knew that this was just the beginning.

There would be more challenges to come, more battles to fight. But as long as you had each other, you were ready to face whatever the future held.

With a maneuver of his hand, Rick turned the faucet on, a strong flow of water hitting the sink's white structure almost immediately.

You observed his actions mindfully, not missing a single detail of how he prepared to shave what little beard he had had time to grow in the two weeks you had been in Alexandria, since he had shaved it off the very first day you arrived at the town.

You couldn't help but notice the intense concentration on his face as he meticulously shaved off each hair, one by one. It was clear that Rick had developed a routine when it came to shaving, perhaps as a way to keep a sense of normalcy and control in a world that was constantly changing and unpredictable.

As he reached for his face, sliding the razor over his foam-covered skin, you couldn't help but notice the intricate pattern of the veins on the back of his hand, standing out in relief as if sculpted from stone.

It was fascinating to watch the muscles in his arm flex as he expertly maneuvered the razor, his biceps bulging with each movement.

The thick, white foam spread across his face, obscuring his chiselled features, but his sharp jawline remained visible, accentuating the rugged handsomeness of his face.

The sound of the razor gliding over his skin was like a soft whisper, and the scent of shaving cream filled the air with a fresh, clean fragrance, as if he was emerging from a cocoon of foam, ready to face the day with confidence.

Rick kept glancing over at you, each time holding his gaze a little longer. The way his eyes lingered on you created a feeling of longing, as if he were silently begging you to come closer.

You couldn't help but feel your heart race a little faster each time he looked your way, wondering if he felt the same way you did.

"Rumor has it I make you nervous," you teased, breaking the comfortable silence between you and Rick.

He chuckled, his eyes still fixed on you. "Who said that?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"Your eyes," you replied, gesturing to his gaze that was still fixed on your body.

He shrugged, a smirk forming on his lips. "Can you blame me? You look amazing."

Your cheeks flushed at his compliment, but you couldn't deny the thrill that ran through you. "Do you not like when I look at you like that?" Rick asked, noticing your reaction.

You shook your head, biting your lip. "No, I like it," you admitted, feeling bold. "In fact, why don't you come over here and show me just how much you like it?"

He hurriedly unfastened his belt, dropping his pants onto the tiled floor. The clinking of the belt on the cold surface echoed in the room, indicating he had already freed himself from the garment. With a mischievous grin, Rick stepped closer to you, entering the shower, his clothes drenched from the shower water.

"Gladly," he murmured before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

As he looked at you, the water cascading down your body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The way the water droplets clung to your skin, glistening in the light, was a sight to behold. And as he watched you, he couldn't help but feel his desire for you grow stronger.

"Don't you look pretty?" He said, his voice low and husky. "All wet and clean for me." He reached out his hands and pulled your soaked hair out of your face, allowing him to admire your face from his height as he towered over you.

The steam from the shower surrounded you, creating an intimate atmosphere. You felt his eyes on you, taking in every inch of your body. You couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, but the way he looked at you made you feel desired and wanted.

"I wonder if you're half as wet down there," he said, his voice filled with a hint of teasing.

You blushed at his words, feeling a rush of heat between your legs. The way he looked at you, with hunger and desire in his eyes, made you feel like the only woman in the world. You could feel your heart racing as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

"Guess you'll have to find out yourself," you said raggedly.

His cotton t-shirt was dropping, the water turning the fabric a shade darker than it originally was. The wet garment hugged his figure flawlessly, exalting his broad and muscular physique.

Rick continued to kiss you deeply, his lips soft and warm against yours.

You could feel the heat emanating from his body and his hand, resting on your lower back, pulling you closer. As his skin touched yours, you couldn't help but feel a rush of electricity pulsing through your veins.

The sensation of his big hand on your lower back sent shivers through your body, making your toes curl with pleasure. You could feel your heart racing and your breathing quickening, as you leaned into him, savoring every moment of this intense intimacy.

As you pressed your body against his, you could feel your clit throbbing with desire, as the intense pleasure coursed through your veins. The heat and passion between you was palpable, as you lost yourself in the moment, completely consumed by the intensity of your desire for him.

Your closed eyes may have prevented you from seeing the desire in Rick's movements, but the bite he took on your lower lip, followed by a loud moan that escaped your mouth, gave it away.

Placing a path of gentle kisses, he reached your neck, where he started sucking on your skin hard enough to leave a mark - his way of letting other men know that you were his property.

As you struggled to pull Rick's t-shirt over his head, you couldn't help but notice the way his wet skin glistened in the light. Despite the fabric fiercely sticking to him, you managed to get it off with a little effort.

Rick then bent down and grabbed you by your bare hips, pulling you towards him. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his face dug into your pussy, his fingers sinking into your skin.

It was a moment of pure ecstasy, and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure. As you looked down at him, you noticed the way his eyes sparkled with desire.

The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that you found yourself scratching Rick's back in a desperate attempt to let out all the pent-up frustration and need that had been building up inside you.

As you dug your nails into his skin, you could feel the muscles in his back tense and ripple beneath your touch. It was as if the intensity of your desire was being transferred through your fingertips, flowing into him and back again, creating an endless loop of need and pleasure.

Despite the warmth of the water cascading over your bodies, you could feel the sweat starting to bead on your skin, your heart racing as the pleasure intensified. You could hear the sound of your own breathing, ragged and uneven, mixing with the sound of the water hitting the shower floor.

“Turn around.” he demanded, his voice strict, yet mellow.

He grabbed your shoulders, positioning you just how he desired, and when he finally had you facing the wall, slightly bent over, his hand clasped your buttock. Using only two fingers, he traced the rim of your entrance.

“Well, you definitely are wet.” Rick whispered hoarsely as he stepped closer to you. “Is that my doing, sweetheart?”

Unable to word a coherent answer, you sighly moan. His fingers lose contact with your sensitive intimate skin, earning a craving complaint from you.

“You either use your words or I won’t go on, baby girl.”

"Ye-yes," you manage to strangle out, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "It's all because of you, Rick.”

“Good,” he said, placing his fingers where they previously were, luckily for you. “I like having that effect on you.”

"Get over here," Rick growled, his voice low and full of desire as he distanced himself from you ever so little.

You obeyed, turning to face him, your naked body pressed against his. The heat between you was intense, and you could feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach.

Without a word, Rick lifted you up in a sudden burst, pressing your back against the shower wall. The water cascaded over your bodies, creating a sensual atmosphere that added to the intensity of the moment.

As Rick entered you, you couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. The feeling of him inside you was overwhelming, and you could feel your orgasm building with each thrust. Rick's movements were fast and hard, his body slamming into yours as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

And then, with one final thrust, you felt yourself explode, your body shaking with pleasure as you cried out Rick's name. It was as if all the tension, all the helplessness, all the fear and uncertainty of the past few weeks had been released in that one moment of pure ecstasy.

Rick followed soon after, his body shuddering as his hot cum spilled inside you. He leaned his forehead against yours, both of you panting heavily as the water continued to rain down on you.

You clung to him, your breathing ragged as you both came down from the high of your orgasm.

"That was..." you trailed off, your words lost in the moment.

"Amazing," Rick finished for you, a satisfied grin on his lips.

As you stood there, both of you catching your breath and trying to come back down to earth, you couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness and intimacy that went beyond physical pleasure. It was as if the act of being together, of sharing this moment of pure bliss, had brought you even closer together than before.

"Let's get cleaned up," Rick said, breaking the comfortable silence between you. You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

As you stepped out of the shower, enveloping yourself in a towel, you felt a sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the safety that Alexandria had provided, for the hot shower that you were sharing with Rick, and most of all, for the love that you shared with him.

[berksoms4]

They mean so much to me ahhhh 🥹🥹

[bejtacze]

He's so pretty when he cries <3