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“I love you.” Wichita whispered against Judy’s cheek. She always kept the little girl close to her when Rick and Carl didn’t have her. It’d had been years since she had allowed herself to become close to anyone. Even after she had been absorbed into the group of survivors, Wichita found herself on the outside looking in. 

But it had been so easy to open herself up to the little one. Judith gravitated towards her, almost as soon as she met her. Wichy responded to her immediately. She found herself unable to say no to her. She often moved away to sit with Judith, where they could be alone so that Wichita could tell her so many things about the world. Good things that either were part of her past or  hope for the future. 

“—-Did y’say something?”

Wichita looked up, startled to see Rick standing there. She thought he had been sleeping, which was why she thought it was okay to take her. She shook her head slowly. Would it be weird for him— to know that a complete stranger had become so attached to his child?

“Oh,” Rick exhaled, looking down at Judy in her arms. “I thought I heard y’say someth’n…” Then he shook his head. “I’m getting old.” He said with forced laughter.

She studied his face and watched as he began to look disappointed with—- her? Wichita talked to Rick occasionally. Mostly at night because neither of them slept well. She never asked why. She always just talked about his baby. Talking about Judy made it easy to sit with him. He talked about himself some, but mostly about Carl and what it felt like to raise him. Wichita loved hearing about his previous life. 

 What was so odd about hearing she loved Judith though? Wichita would have thought it would have been obvious with the way she spoke to Rick about her. That was—unless he thought she was talking to someone else.

“Rick—-“ Wichita was surprised when she found herself wanting to say it to him. Even if it wasn’t what he wanted, she wanted it. But she couldn’t force the words to come out. “I—I— would you like to sit with her- and with me?”

To her relief, he nodded. He slowly took a seat next to her, reaching over to touch Judy’s arm. Rick smiled at her and Judy smiled back. “I’m glad she has you.” Rick whispered. “I’m glad I have y’too.”

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Finally, Wichita opened the door. The bathroom light flooded over Rick, laying in the bed. There was no relief in seeing him there. Now she had to hold herself together until she fell asleep. If she fell asleep at all.

She hoped Rick was already asleep as she turned off the light and shuffled towards the bed. Wichita slowly pulled back the sheets and climbed into the bed. Usually, she liked curling against Rick to rest comfortably, but now was different.

Wichita leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. At least he was there. If she could have, she might have runaway. But Rick had stayed. She owed him to keep herself together. She pulled the covers over her and wrapped them over her shoulder tightly.

"I love you." 

Terrible Love || Rick & Wichita

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"I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together again."

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"Well maybe you should have thought about that before you married me." Wichita snapped. They were arguing again. Every night when Rick came home, it was another miserable few hours of the two of them flinging hateful words back and forth. The only break she ever got was when Carl was there. Both of them were incredibly careful not to say anything in front of him.

But during those days alone, when it was just the two of them, Rick and Wichita skirted around the word divorce. So many times, she thought about saying it, but she bit down on her tongue before it came out. But there was something different about the way he just spoke to her. His eyes were so striking and hurtful. 

She had to hurt him back.

"Why don’t you just leave, if it’s such torture to be with me."

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Wichita sighed as she waited for Rick to bring Buttons to her. Every time she met up with Rick, it was awkward and made her feel unsure of herself. Rick was the one person she could never fool. Maybe that was why they got a divorce. Whatever the reason, she was happy he had agreed to share ownership of their dog and he seemed fine with her being around Carl, even though he wasn't her son.

Even in divorce, Rick was too good to her. But Wichy was slowly moving on. She assumed Rick was doing that as well. She had met someone a few weeks ago. They had only gone on a few dates. It was nothing serious, but she wasn't about to mention it to Rick.

Just as she saw Rick coming towards her with Buttons by his side, Wichita felt her phone buzz. She glanced down to see it was the guy she had been seeing. She shoved her phone back down in her pocket. Rick didn't need to know about him.

"Are you ever late?" Wichita asked, kneeling down to pet Buttons. He was excited to see her, which made her feel better. She glanced up at him, biting her lip. "How are you?"

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He was too busy for Buttons, Rick knew that. He also knew that Carl was outgrowing wanting to take care of the dog. But really thw only reason he clung to the idea of this split ownership was to see Wichita. It might be horrible of him but Rick couldn’t help it. Not seeing her was simply something that he didn’t want to do. Sure she might no longer be his wife but that didn’t make anything easier. He loved her and he hadn’t been ready to let go like she had. This wasn’t some kind of crime or anything.

Clicking his tongue for Buttons to follow along he gently waved the leash and kept his eyes lowered. He never knew what to say to her, afraid that his next words would be a plea for her to come back to him. Would that really be so bad? It would when you were never good with words and that plea could turn out being the least romantic thing he’s ever done. That was his nervous fear and he hated the thought that this quiet was the reason she wasn’t with him anymore. Didn’t she love him still?

Finally he saw her and took in a breath. She looked the same. Beautiful, sweet, altogether amazing. He could have told her that, but the fact that she looked so great now meant that she was probably happy without him. That caused another nervewracking emotion right through j im, stinging its way in. He took the steps needed, following after her until he stopped, cleared throat to get her attention before leaning down and taking Buttons in his arms, clumsily at first before stilling.

"Am I late?"

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Happy Birthday notthegoodgrimes!

Wichita loved any reason to throw a party, or at least have a good time. She always, without fail, went over board with Carl’s birthday. She didn’t mean to cause a problem with Lori, but sharing him on his birthday was hard. As hard as that usually was, at least she didn’t have to share Rick with anyone when it was his birthday.

She already had everything planned. All she had to do was get up early and get everything together before Rick got up. Rick always got up before her and left for work by the time she got in the shower. Wichita liked it that way. She could watch him get dressed without him knowing and then have a few minutes to herself before facing a room full of five year olds.

Rick got out of bed without waking her up all the time. Wichy thought for sure she could do the same, just this once. But as soon as she pushed the blankets back to get out of the bed, she felt Rick’s fingers wrap around her wrist.

“No,” he murmured. “No leaving, no planning, no parties— stay.” 

Wichita was disappointed that he had caught her, but she was more than happy to stay in bed longer. She turned over slowly and moved closer to him. “But it’s your birthday. There has to be a party.” 

“That’s a lie y’tell everyone so y’can do whatever y’want. No, it’s not my birthday. I refuse to accept it. It’s just another year I’m older than you.”

Wichita giggled, burying her face in his chest. “You’re the same amount of years older than me that you were when we met. All sixteen of them.”

Rick groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

“Please—“

“Krista, no party.”

“Not even just us and maybe Daryl and Jared?” Wichita asked, looking up at him from under her lashes.

“Carl is coming back from his tournament tomorrow. Let’s wait and go out to dinner tomorrow.”

“But can’t we do both?���

“Y’mean, can’t y’do both.”  Rick told her, before starting to laugh. “Can’t we just take Buttons to the park and go get those cupcakes y’like.”

“You mean the ones with double the frosting? You hate those.”

Rick shrugged. “I’ll find something I like there and we’ll get extra for Carl tomorrow.”

“I thought this was your birthday.”

Rick wrapped his arms around her. “That’s right. It’s my birthday. We get to do what I want. And I want a date in the park with my wife and our dog.”

“You’re so boring.” Wichy complained. “But fine.— Does this mean I can go back to sleep?”

Rick kept his arms around her. “Yeah. As long as y’don’t plan anything while I’m sleeping.”

“Fine.” Wichita sighed softly. “You can have your boring birthday.”

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Send 'Tire Swing' for a drabble of our muses as kids together!

sent in by Anonymous. 

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Wichita was surprised that she actually started to have fun with the pictures. She just kept talking to Jared about possible tattoos. Eventually, she just started coming up with silly ideas. It was enough to make her laugh and relax. The more she talked to him, the more she was reminded about how close they were in high school. For a while, she even forgot how exposed she was to him.

Wichita would never admit it, but she was disappointed when it was over. "Food sounds like a great idea, except I'm not eating any of your vegan nonsense. I need real food and sugar." Wichy said with a soft yawn, as she sat up to get the robe. "I'm already starting to have candy withdrawals."

"If we're going somewhere nice, then I definitely need to change. Although, it can't be too nice because I didn't bring a dress. My wardrobe generally consists of jeans, jeans, sweatpants, and more jeans."

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Wichita took a moment to think about everything she had done with her life-- what could else could she get? "Should I get a few bars put somewhere to represent my few trips to jail?" She laughed at her own joke. She briefly thought about her sister before pushing any thought of her away. The pictures weren't about her being sad. Well, she didn't really know what they were about at all, but she figured sad wasn't good.

She decided that laying back might be more comfortable. Jared's sheets were soft against her skin. But the clicking of the camera was making her self-conscious. She had to think about something else. "Have you ever done this? Let someone take pictures of you?"

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Wichita leaned back a little, trying to do as he asked. Of course, that was easier said than done. She uncrossed her legs, going with the thought that she was already naked so she might as well try to do what he said.

She shrugged, running her fingers through her hair a couple times. If she didn't look okay, Jared would tell her. Wichita could feel goosebumps beginning to rise across her skin. "You mean not all your tattoos mean something?"

Wichy decided maybe she should move around a bit. "Should I lay down or something?"

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"You love me." Wichita challenged, with a smile still on her face. She wanted to keep laughing because then she wouldn't have to focus on being so exposed. But this was art, wasn't it? She opened her mouth, stretching it a little to get rid of the ridiculous grin on her face. But now what should she do?

Wichy shrugged a couple of times. She glanced down again at the tattoo. When she looked back up at Jared, her hair had fallen into her eyes. She pushed it back behind her ears. "Oh God, another tattoo? Because the first one turned out so well."

She laughed softly. "Do you know what it is? A diamond, to commemorate my thieving days of over priced jewelry. I was dumb. I doubt another one will make it better." 

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Wichita wasn't ready to put her arms down yet. He was being nice--normal even. But that wasn't enough to soothe her nervousness. She was so open. Wichy wasn't being loud or scheming. She was simply doing what Jared asked her to do. 

But she forgot about her arms completely when he mentioned her tattoo. "What?" Wichita asked, dropping her arms to see what he was talking about. Oh right. Her stupid tattoo. "Oh," she groaned. Had she remembered her tattoo of a diamond, she might have fought harder on taking off her clothes. "It's stupid. You don't have to be nice. I got it when I was like sixteen. One of my few shameful secrets, I'll have you know. You are a lucky man." Wichita joked, forcing herself to laugh her way through this.

She sat down on the edge of his bed and crossed her legs. Wichy stared down at her hands, unsure of what to do with them. Finally, she looked up at Jared and gave him a rather fake smile. "CHEESE."