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Magnolia in May (Part Fourteen) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13...

MiM Taglist: @loliakeoghan23 @belaballs @curlycarley @queenie32 @mgparker

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TWS: drama, yelling, crying, death mention, dueling mention, gun violence mention, mentioned infidelity, and angst.

[[A/N: Drama, have you ever wanted a man to duel over you??? Well, you just might get thatttt, you'll have to see :)))!!! Also, I know I promised The Nurse next, but my one true love regency drama got in the way. I'm so sorry!!! But soon, I swear. Enjoy this, for now, ly all <3 ]]

You hadn't heard it from him. That was what had bothered you the most, really, is that you heard through someone else -the whispers of the street. They had graced your ears before he had even stepped to tell you.

Your Headmistress was frozen, words that you couldn't hear echoing through the air and it almost felt like the entire square froze. Like the world had frozen right as your heart stuttered in your chest, your ears ringing, and your hands were shaking-

"Darling? Darling-" Headmistress was all you could see -big brown eyes peering at you in a concern you felt was rather unmatched, "-hey look at me, will you? 'Can't have you fainting in the square-"

Her voice wasn't her anymore, rather, a sort of muffled noise in the back of your head. Your throat felt dry, and suddenly, it felt as though you couldn't breathe. Like your lungs were tied with a rope, and no matter how hard you tried, they would not fill. Something in your head spun and your stomach twisted -a fear that gripped you unlike anything else you'd ever been afraid of.

The words, although they seemed to be in a tone you knew to be gossip, felt so real -bouncing around your skull.

"There is to be a duel in two days' time. The Grimes heir and the man who captured the heart of his estranged wife! Just dreadful."

"A little late for such a battle, is it not?"

You didn't know the women who spoke them, all big hats and lacy dresses -any feature you could see didn't ring to be familiar. The two spoke as if it were nothing. As if he wasn't... As if that wasn't a life-

"I'd hate to be the mistress."

"Darling," you felt hands holding your arms -guiding you, "-let's return to the carriage at once, such trips can happen later-"

You couldn't even remember the purpose now, your mind a rather foggy place, and all you could really hear was the pounding of your heart in your chest. It was a heavy sort of thud that rattled your head, and your breathing could hardly catch up. Yet, the Headmistress's steps were sure and evenly tempered -quick as to not let anyone see you in such a state. There were already rumors about your family, they truly didn't need to know more.

Before you could truly blink, you were brought into the carriage -the door shutting effectively silencing your brain. The buzz of the crowd was now not overwhelming, and yet, you still felt as if the wind had flown out of your lungs. Like the ground had crumbled beneath your feet like your entire world had shifted-

"Y/N dear, please, breathe."

You blinked, swallowing, fingertips brushing against the cushioned seats -bringing yourself down. Each breath is a slow, deep inhale, and your nails push into the fabric to keep you there. To steady you, as the roar of your heart became timid in the silence -quiet.

"D-Did you know?" you asked -slowly and shaky, there was something in your throat-

"No," she answered quickly, "-no. I know I've done my misdeeds, but believe me when I say this... This is something I would've told you."

"Do you-" you started, "-do you believe there could be truth to it? Could he-"

"Stop, no. We'll get nowhere with such conspiracies," Headmistress shushed, sitting forward to open the door ever-so-slightly -speaking to the driver, you assumed, "-it's best we hear it directly from the source."

That brought you to now, the Headmistress guiding you by the arm up the stairs to the Grimes estate -her stance was one of anger, and each worker almost seemed to be widely avoiding the both of you because of it.

Her face had twisted into a rather sour frown, the wrinkles in her face more prominent than you had ever seen them - a heavy furrow resting upon her eyebrows. It was all pinched together -you could feel such frustration, and you were sure if she had not held you by the arm, you would've run in the other direction as well.

And it only pushed forward, through doors through startled faces and orders halted on their lips -you were quite sure you had seen Mr. Dixon somewhere along the mix. You weren't focused though, everything grew rather blurry as tears began to gather behind your eyes -you merely wiped them away. You couldn't give any extra thought to them. You had too much to think about, too much-

Headmistress pushed open the door to his office like it was a public ladies' room, like she had every right to be there and like it was her own. Her face had not let up a smidge, the sour look only grew more bitter by the moment -the frown pulled further down her face and her hand grasping you ever so tighter. Mr. Grimes startled for a moment, standing at his feet at the sight of you -almost like he couldn't help it.

His eyes dipped to your red cheeks, evidence of you crying, and you watched the flex of his hand -as if he wished to wipe them away himself. Something in your stomach twisted.

"Ms. Elisa, Ms. Greene-" he breathed out -something like concern hidden deep in his tone, "-a lovely surprise. If you would've let me, I would've walked the two of ya in-"

"Mr. Grimes," your Headmistress interrupted -strong and confident, unwavering, "-we have come upon some rather disparaging news. I wish to have you settle the truth of such things."

He stilled, slightly, a leak of his composure and you were certain it had gone under Headmistress's radar but it hadn't your own. You could tell such things, his eyes spoke volumes but learning his tics had been something delightful for yourself. It felt rather distant now.

Your mouth opened before you could rationalize it, "Headmistress? May I... May I speak with him alone?"

She paused, brown eyes turning to you -flickering over your figure, "If you wish to, of course, dear, but-"

"I wish to," you answered, frankly, the sniffle of your nose rather loud in such a thick layer of tension, "-I believe I shall ask him such things on my own."

"If you insist," Headmistress frowned slightly, before squeezing your arm once -comforting, and stepping aside, "-I'll be by the door."

She spoke only to you, rather cold to the man in the room, but you knew of her reasons. She was always stubborn in such things, especially with things considering you or your sisters. You, briefly, wondered how long it would take her to forgive such faults.

Mr. Grimes spoke first, a sort of desperate plea hanging out in the empty air, "Ms. Greene-"

You sniffled, wiping at the bottom of your eye -hoping to clear up what you had shed, "Mr. Grimes, I believe you know why I'm here."

There was a long silence then, as he merely looked over you and you saw his hand fidget over his handkerchief for a split second before falling to his side once more. He looked at though he itched to approach you then, to care for you. You truly weren't sure how to feel.

"I do," he responded -finally.

"Then," you cleared your throat from the biting back of a sob, "-you must know of what I'm asking."

"I do..."

"Tell me," you started, slow and you could already feel the tears build up again, "-Tell me if it's true."

He spoke, a low, tired tone, "Ms. Greene, I never intended-"

"Do you not wish me to believe it?" you questioned, the silence in the room a thick layer of tension draped over the air -it almost felt choking.

He faltered, "Ms. Greene..."

"Then, tell me it isn't true. Tell me that it's all made up and I shall believe you-" you spoke in a rising sort of pitch before it all fell once more -desperation edging along your words, "-But... I believe you cannot tell me such a thing is a lie."

Mr. Grimes remained silent then, eyes rather downcast and despite his standing, he still felt sunk in. Hiding, ashamed. Like he had known this was the outcome.

And... perhaps he did.

Something in your chest snapped, despite asking, you hadn't expected the answer, "It's true, isn't it?"

"He spoke to me soon after ya left my estate," he spoke, a sort of desperate sort of tone -explaining, "-wouldn't leave until I spoke to him."

"He challenged you."

"He wasn't..." he sighed, a deep sort of heavy one, "-I could tell he wasn't of a right mind. I should've refused to speak to 'im-"

"What of the children?" you spoke, it all sounded sort of hollow now, "-what of... What of me, if you... if you-"

"Ms. Greene," he hummed, carefully, slowly, "-I hadn't... I didn't believe anyone had heard him. I didn't- I hadn't answered, he wasn't of the right mind. And then-"

"Someone heard you," you spoke, gathering the path on your own, "-and you were proposed again."

"Yes," he continued -defeated, almost, "-and a man propositioned to a duel would be a fool to refuse."

"You would be an alive fool," you spoke, now close to him -hands itching to reach out, to feel him beneath your fingertips, warm, breathing, "-alive."

"Y/N, please."

"Don't," you relented, "-don't speak as if you don't have a choice. You do."

"It is a matter of honor," Mr. Grimes continued -heavy with purpose, "-and I won't 'ave my name dragged through the dirt by someone who I used to trust the most."

"You wished to marry me," your voice broke -something in you grieving, "-how am I to marry a dead man?"

"Y/N, I wish to marry you, presently. This does not change-"

"No, I-" you cleared your throat, stepping back a measured few steps -clearing your throat, "-I cannot be promised to a man who may be dead in a few days' time. You must understand my worry."

"'Course, I do," he answered, moving forward the steps you took back staying within your space, "-I... I cannot imagine."

"And yet," you responded -broken and angry, "-you instill such an experience on me. On your children?"

"Ms. Greene-"

"I just wish to understand," you hummed -something forlorn in your tone, "-but I'm not certain I ever will."

"It's not-" he started, before breaking off, "-I did not think of it 'at way, but you... I can't-"

"I love you," you echoed, "-and if I... It's too short, I wish to have it much longer."

"You will," Mr. Grimes spoke -desperately, "-you will."

"It's one thing to say and another to know, Mr. Grimes."

"Y/N-"

"No, I-" you cleared your throat -straightening slightly, and dabbing at your eyes, "-I have things to attend to."

"Please, don't leave on such a note-"

"Mr. Grimes," you spoke lightly -tears gathering behind your eyes, "-I love you, truly beyond belief. Stay alive."

"Y/N..."

"Please, I-" you breathed out -voice shaking, "-I can't... I can't stay here any longer."

Mr. Grimes opened his mouth, but you couldn't listen, not then. Mind running a mile a minute, your brain seemed to fuzz along the edges. You swore you were getting dizzy-

You merely curtsied and headed out of the office. You heard him, calling to you, but you refused to turn back -something in you ripped open and vulnerable, you needed to go home. And perhaps such a thought was selfish, leaving such a man begging for you to speak.

But, you couldn't. Not now. The weight of a bullet heavy on your brain, you couldn't look him in the eye with the possibility it might be the last time-

The last time, it bounced around your head and didn't stop. Even when the Headmistress rushed to your side -keeping up with your footsteps, even on the carriage ride home, even in your bedroom that night -staring upon the dark vast ceiling. Maggie was just beside you -comfortably asleep; you, on the other hand, tugged the blanket tighter around yourself.

Hoping for dreams of a berry basket and blue eyes, in a much simpler world. Just you and him in a market stall. Where had such thoughts gone?

[frogtanii]

HI BESTIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE

its 🔮 anon here!

it takes a lot of things for me to loathe a character, and even more to loathe a character i adore, so CONGRATULATIONS FROGGY ✨i now want to shove osamu's head against a brick wall✨

(of course i've been an atsumu ghorl this whole time, idk what you're talking about, osamu who? 🤨)

yachi already done with everyone's bs and its only been 4 chapters is funny to me HAHAHAHAHA

meiko shove your fake-ness up your ass, thank you.

osamu shut the f up please you embarrassing yourself-

ALSO PLEASE TELL ME WHAT OSAMU'S NICKNAME WOULD BE FOR Y/N AND TELL ME IT ISNT PRINCESS OR I WILL SLICE OFF HIS FAMILY JEWELS I DONT CARE ANYMORE.

i don't know what to tell you miss ma'am, cuz i've been getting more and more into stories where the mc or y/n is more raw and relatable, and THIS REALLY HITS THE SPOT. lowkey i get sad when people talk bad about self-insert stories or y/n stories and then the reason they do is because of some cliche element majority or a large chunk of writers already dropped.

self insert fanfics are a comfort to me? in a way? idk how to explain it, cuz it sounds weird when i try typing it out loud- but HEAR ME OUT FIRST OKIE? most fics ive read are oneshots or stories that dont require much assessing or reflecting of a situation because most have similar plots aknxjdbdj i know i sound awful akdnidjd and i kind of know what to expect.

on the other hand, the ones written more realistically, like this one, wherein y/n isnt a simp right off the bat of the guys asking for forgiveness, y/n has her great moments and not so pleasant moments, with her inner turmoil and a d e e p dive into theirs and the guys character and providing new insight is where i kinda insert myself kandhsnjs. though y/n doesnt always do what i would do, reading more realistic self inserts help put things into perspective to me. they help me actually think about what i would do in a situation like that and eventually apply what i decided on later in life. like toxic friendships and relationships-

LOWKEY THESE ALSO MAKE ME EVEN SCARED-ER OF MY FEELINGS BECAUSE I KNOW I WOULDNT BE ABLE TO DO WHAT THE BADASS Y/NS DO and i would let whatever toxicity in a relationship back into my life like the idiot i am.

a n y w a y s

im listening to melanie martinez at the moment, and i thought of some.... dark-ish? ideas.

t/w: mentions of blood, murder.

pre-poker face events.

meiko snapped, killed y/n in cold blood with a knife. the guys find her, they help her cover up the murder. they comfort her. kenma or bokuto give in first, they tell the police. the image of y/ns body in a pool of blood was too much, the nightmares got to them.

OR MEIKO AND Y/N WITH "PACIFY HER". like meiko lowkey wanting atsumu and hating that y/n had all his attention, so she sends osamu to get rid of y/n.

or y/n who is also a power hungry woman who wanted to dominate the hyper house and all she needed left was osamu, and he was very much blinded by meiko so y/n sends suga to get rid of meiko (under the pretense for him to get revenge for what she did to him, but really it was so she could get osamu alone.)

lastly-

YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS:

HAVE YOU HAD YOUR 8 GLASSES OF WATER YET? you gotta wash out those toxins and negativity outta your body!

HAVE YOU HAD A FULL MEAL? so you have energy to deal with the bs the world decides to ungeacefully drop on you-

SOME SLEEP? AT LEAST 8 HOURS OF IT? i know you didnt when i asked you in an ask a few days ago 🤨.

SENDS YOU 😤AGGRESSIVE😤AFFECTION😤 AND BADDIE ENERGY ➖👄➖🙏AND GOOD VIBES🙏➖👄➖

much love 💘

p.s. i tagged you in the masterlist of the series i told you about! idk if the notif got through? but have a great day bby!

HEY BESTIE <3333 oh n osamu’s nickname for yn would be cheeks or baby / doll??? don’t ask LMFAO alsoooo i entirely agree abt self inserts!!! m a big ol fan aksjks OHHOHH i love melanie n ur lil drabble ideas are so sick omggg (pps i didn’t see it!! maybe try it again?)