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Too Sweet // R. Grimes (TWD) Part 4

Fourth part of: Too Sweet

Hi everyone! I just wanted to say thank you all so much for the love and support—I appreciate you all so very much. I am so excited to let you all know that part 5 will be posted soon! Part 5 has a-lot of juicy stuff lol. I hope you all are enjoying and I cannot wait to share more parts of this series with you all! Xoxo 🤎

Warning: age gap, hints of abuse, language

Summary: After arriving in Alexandria, Rick is still on high alert, uncertainty about the people who live within the walls of his new, unfamiliar home. But one person has caught his attention.

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The sun hung heavy in the sky, its light both harsh and warm, as Daisy worked in the small yard. The clothesline was nothing more than a makeshift affair, strung between two sturdy posts. Yet, in this new world, it was a small comfort—one of the few remnants of normalcy that still clung to the edges of their existence.

Her fingers worked with practiced speed, moving over the damp sheets she had gathered from the house, quickly and efficiently hanging them one by one. The fabric flapped gently in the warm breeze, their edges dancing like faded memories in the light. Her movements were rhythmic, mechanical, a distraction from the thoughts that always seemed to lurk just below the surface.

The world around her continued its mundane pulse. The sound of footsteps filled the air, a constant hum of activity as neighbors went about their daily tasks. People moved in and out of their homes, each one of them carrying the weight of their own burdens, their own routines—trying, in some way, to hold on to the remnants of a life that had long since vanished.

Daisy’s gaze drifted aimlessly over the scene. It was almost peaceful—if you could ignore the undertones of fear, the silent questions hanging in the air, the unspoken weight of survival. Her eyes flicked from one familiar face to the next, but then, without meaning to, they found him.

Her stomach dropped. It was as though the earth had shifted beneath her, leaving her off balance. She felt a strange, tight knot form in her stomach, and for a brief moment, she could feel her pulse quicken, a wave of unease rushing over her. The worst part was that she understand exactly why.

His gaze met hers, sharp and unyielding, as if he could see straight through the facade she tried to maintain. She tore her attention away quickly, her fingers gripping the fabric of the sheet a little too tightly. She needed to focus, needed to stop the erratic pace of her heart. But it was hard to breathe, hard to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her.

She couldn’t escape it.

Daisy kept her hands moving, her body mechanically pulling the sheets taut against the line. The faster she worked, the more grounded she felt, even if it was a false sense of control.

But then, just as she thought she might regain some sense of normalcy, his figure entered her peripheral vision. She didn’t have to turn to know it was him—Pete. The presence of him was undeniable, his energy as insistent and heavy as ever. He was walking toward her, a lazy, almost deliberate stagger to his step, a beer bottle clutched loosely in his hand.

Her heart clenched.

She couldn’t seem to stop the way her chest tightened. The pit in her stomach deepened. She felt the oppressive weight of his approach, a shadow that stretched further than the sunlight allowed. She could hear the sound of his shoes dragging slightly, the scrape of the earth beneath his feet, each step an unwelcome mark on the ground between them.

“Look at you,” Pete’s voice broke through the tension in the air, a mocking tone lacing his words. He wasn’t asking a question. He was making a statement. The familiarity in his voice unsettled her more than she was willing to admit.

Daisy’s eyes flicked around instinctively, checking for anyone who might be watching, anyone who could be a witness to this moment. Her stomach twisted in a knot of anxiety, but her gaze couldn’t quite escape the heaviness of his stare. She swallowed, her throat dry.

He spoke again, the words tumbling out with a note of annoyance. “You didn’t come by last night.” The sharpness in his tone didn’t surprise her, but it still made her stomach twist with a familiar sense of dread.

Daisy shifted, the nervous energy pulsing through her, pushing her fingers to work faster than before. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her movements quick and unsteady. She could feel his gaze on her, felt his eyes following every tiny motion she made, like a predator watching its prey.

His figure seemed to loom over her, taking up more space than it should have. She could sense him moving closer—too close—and her body tensed in response. She fought the instinct to step back, to put distance between them. The heat from the beer bottle in his hand seemed to burn against her skin, even from this distance.

He tilted his head, his eyes never leaving her face. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, a dangerous glint in his gaze. And then, as if testing her, he moved even closer. Daisy could feel her breath catch in her throat.

“How’s Karen?” Daisy heard her own voice break through the silence, though it sounded nothing like her own. The words stung, sharper than she’d intended, but they slipped out before she could stop them. The moment they left her lips, she knew they had hit their mark. Pete’s expression shifted, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes—quick, but unmistakable.

He let out a laugh, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and took a long swig from the beer bottle. The motion was lazy, nonchalant, but Daisy knew the truth behind it. He was trying to mask something, trying to put on a front, as if it was all so simple—so casual. But she knew better.

“Karen?” Pete repeated, the words drawn out, almost mocking. “You’re not still mad over this, are you?” His finger reached out, brushing against her bottom lip, the touch soft but purposeful. Daisy’s lip twitched involuntarily beneath his touch—her bottom lip, bruised from a past encounter, still tender to the slightest contact. She flinched, the sensation of it his touch almost unbearable. His fingers lingered, brushing too close, a taunt disguised as a gesture of intimacy. It was as if he was reminding her of how easily he could hurt her, of how he had already left marks on her, both seen and unseen.

Daisy’s body stiffened in response, a rush of heat and disgust flooding her veins. Her skin prickled, her pulse racing in a way that was beyond fear—it was revulsion. She could feel her heart thudding violently in her chest, the dread slowly creeping over her, seeping into her bones.

She shook her head, refusing to let him have this power over her again. But even as she tried to hold herself together, she could feel the cracks spreading.

“You need to leave me alone, Pete,” she said, her voice quieter than she intended. The words felt fragile as they left her lips, but she stood her ground. She had to. There was no other choice.

Pete hummed in response, the sound low and mocking, like he was savoring the discomfort he was causing. His eyes raked over her body with an intensity that left her feeling exposed, vulnerable. She could feel the weight of his gaze, every inch of her skin prickling under it. His lips curled into a smirk, the cruel edge to it sending a wave of nausea through her.

“I want something from you, Daisy,” he murmured, the words coated in a dark promise she knew she couldn’t afford to entertain.

Her heart hammered painfully in her chest, the feeling of his presence overwhelming her, suffocating her. The world seemed to shrink around her, the noise of the distant neighbors, the hum of the wind—it all faded into the background as Pete’s presence filled the space between them.

But Daisy didn’t move. She couldn’t. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was paralyzed by fear, or if it was the crushing weight of the memories she couldn’t escape. Either way, it didn’t matter. His smirk deepened, his body leaning in closer.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to fucking refuse me.” He whispered, his voice low and dangerous. His breath was warm against her skin, and Daisy flinched, fighting every instinct that screamed at her to run.

This time, she did step back, moving toward the line of laundry, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. But even as she tried to steady herself, Pete’s smirk never wavered. He took another swig of his beer, watching her as if she were a puzzle he was trying to solve. His gaze, predatory and unrelenting, never left her.

Daisy’s heart raced in her chest, thudding against her ribcage as if trying to escape. Her eyes were wide, her vision swimming with a disorienting haze. Her skin crawled beneath her clothes, every inch of her body protesting the closeness of Pete. She felt dirty, like his presence had seeped into her skin and left an unbearable residue. It wasn’t just the weight of the words he’d spoken, but the familiarity in his eyes, the way he looked at her like something to be owned, like she was a possession he could call on when it suited him.

Her stomach churned, the pit inside her growing deeper as she fought to keep her composure. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this vulnerable—this exposed. The bruised bottom lip, the lingering ache of their last encounter, it all rushed back, threatening to drown her.

Then, like a sudden gust of wind slicing through stagnant air, a voice pierced the tension.

“You alright?”

Rick’s voice was like an anchor to her mind, pulling her away from the suffocating weight of Pete’s presence. Daisy’s head snapped to him instinctively, her breath catching in her throat.

There he was—Rick.

His figure was like a beacon, a lifeline amidst the storm of emotions crashing over her. The wave of relief that rushed through her veins was palpable, almost physical, and for a fleeting moment, the tightness in her chest began to loosen.

Pete shifted, his posture stiffening as Rick’s presence seemed to disrupt the thick cloud of control he had over the situation. Rick’s gaze was sharp, unwavering as he surveyed the two of them, his eyes falling on Daisy. His attention was immediate, honed in on her discomfort, the way she couldn’t quite mask the unease that radiated from her in waves.

Daisy felt the air shift. The electricity between them was undeniable—the difference between Rick’s solid, grounded presence and Pete’s dissonant chaos. Rick wasn’t just concerned. He was aware. And she knew it. She could feel the shift in his gaze as it flicked between her and Pete, the subtle narrowing of his eyes when he saw how Pete lingered too long, too close.

Rick tilted his head, his brow furrowed slightly as he took in the scene. He didn’t like it. The way Pete stood there with a smirk playing at his lips, like he had some sort of claim to Daisy.

“Rick,” Daisy’s voice was soft, almost too soft, like the sound of a whisper carried on the wind. It was an exhale, a release of the tension she’d been holding in her body since Pete had appeared. Her eyes darted quickly from Rick’s concerned gaze to Pete’s watchful one, her pulse skipping in a nervous rhythm. She wasn’t sure what she felt more—relief that Rick was here or anxiety at the idea of being caught in the middle of these two.

The way Rick’s name fell from her lips was like a soft caress, sending an unfamiliar warmth spreading through Rick’s chest. It was gentle, but it was loaded with something more—something Rick couldn’t quite place. The sound of her voice stirred something inside him, an instinct to protect, to shield her from whatever it was that had caused the distress in her eyes. His muscles tensed, his jaw set as he studied Pete’s reaction to his arrival.

But Rick was no fool. He wasn’t blind to the subtle shift in the air, the way Pete seemed to shrink slightly as he realized his hold over Daisy wasn’t as strong as he’d thought. Rick could see it now, in Pete’s stance, in the way his eyes flickered with an almost possessive energy.

The discomfort in Daisy was clear to Rick. He could see it in the way her shoulders were pulled tight, the way her hands hovered over the laundry, as though it was the only thing holding her together. And it only made him more determined to get her away from Pete. The other man’s gaze was dangerous, like a storm on the horizon, ready to erupt at the slightest provocation.

“Are you alright?” Rick repeated, his voice gentle but firm, trying to cut through the haze of tension that clung to the air. His eyes didn’t leave Daisy’s, studying her every subtle movement. He could see the way she nodded slightly, almost too quickly, as if she was trying to convince herself, more than him, that everything was fine.

A soft, hesitant smile tugged at her lips, fragile and quick, like something she wasn’t sure she had the strength to give. But it was enough to let him know she was still here, still standing. She was trying to hold it together, even if it was barely holding at all.

“Yeah, just finished,” Daisy said, the words coming out a little too fast, a little too rehearsed. Her eyes briefly met Rick’s, and for a heartbeat, it felt like the world outside of this small, tense space disappeared. The distance between them, though small, seemed to be filled with something unspoken.

Her body moved toward Rick almost involuntarily, like some magnetic pull she couldn’t escape. It was as though his presence was a balm to the wound Pete had opened, an instinct to seek safety, to find some kind of relief in the midst of the storm. Rick’s gaze softened, just for a moment, as she stepped closer. But the flicker of concern never left his eyes.

Then Pete’s voice cut through, dragging Daisy back into the moment. “Come by later, Daisy. I can look at that lip for you.”

His words, casual as they were, sent a shiver down her spine. The insinuation was there, veiled beneath the surface, and it made her stomach turn. Daisy couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. She kept her head down, avoiding his eyes like they were a trap, something she couldn’t let herself fall into again. She felt like a puppet, her strings pulled tight by his presence, even as she fought to remain in control.

She forced a smile, a thin, tight thing that didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah,” was all she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the warmth of Pete’s gaze on her, like a lingering weight that refused to let go.

Rick’s eyes narrowed at Pete’s words. The challenge in them was clear, but Rick didn’t respond immediately. His gaze lingered on Daisy for just a moment longer, before finally flicking back to Pete. There was no mistaking the tension that hung between them. Rick didn’t like Pete. Not the way he looked at Daisy, not the way he spoke to her like she was something to be controlled.

Rick could feel the muscles in his jaw tightening, his mind working over the words Pete had just spoken. His protective instincts flared, a wave of anger building behind his ribs. But he pushed it down, knowing it wouldn’t do any good. Not yet.

Daisy was swift as slid past Rick, her anxious form desperate to remove herself from the tension.

Rick felt a pang in his chest, the distance between them growing even though she was just a few feet ahead of him. He didn’t want her to push him away, but he understood, maybe more than she realized, how hard it was to let someone in when you’d already been broken.

But he wasn’t going to let her close herself off.

He followed her, his footsteps slow but deliberate as she walked toward her home, her steps quickening with every second.

“What was that back there?” Rick’s voice broke the silence, his words heavy with concern.

Daisy paused, twisting one of her rings anxiously. The motion was so familiar, so telling, but she didn’t look at him as she spoke. “Pete? He was just… trying to make me come in for a checkup.” Her laugh was hollow, the sound of it lacking any real mirth. She was hiding something, and Rick could feel it, deep in his gut.

Rick stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing in disbelief. “No. No, I think you’re lying to me.”

The words hit her like a slap. Daisy froze, her body turning sharply to face him. The air between them thickened, electric, and Rick could feel the magnetic pull of her, the way her presence wrapped around him like a silent storm. His heart pounded in his chest, and for a brief moment, he felt dizzy from the sheer nearness of her, the closeness he hadn’t realized he was craving.

Her face was a storm of emotions, hurt flashing across her features before it was quickly masked by something else—something unreadable. Her freckled face scrunched, and for a second, Rick thought she might break, that she might spill everything she was holding back.

Her voice came out small, almost imperceptible. “Why are you concerned?”

The question caught him off guard, and for a moment, Rick didn’t know how to respond. His breath faltered, and his mind raced. Why was he concerned? He wanted to shout it at her, to tell her that the moment he’d laid eyes on her, something had shifted inside him. But he couldn’t. Not yet.

He didn’t speak at first. The words failed him.

Daisy, sensing his hesitation, took his silence as an answer and started walking again, her pace quickening as if she were running from the conversation she knew was inevitable. Her steps carried her closer to the door, closer to the safe walls of her house, but Rick’s feet moved before he even realized what he was doing. He was there in an instant, his hand on the door before she could open it, a physical barrier between her and the escape she so desperately sought.

She looked up at him, confusion and something else in her eyes. Rick’s stomach flipped. He couldn’t stop himself now.

“I need you to tell me if something’s going on,” Rick’s voice cracked, the desperation in it pulling her attention back to him. “I know what he does to Karen. To her boys.” He emphasized his words with a weight that felt like a promise.

Daisy’s breath shuddered, and she swallowed hard. She was so close to him now, so close that Rick could feel the warmth of her body seeping into his, feel the heat that radiated from her skin. She looked away briefly, her eyes darting past him, scanning the street for anyone who might see them, before her gaze met his again.

Rick’s eyes fell to her lip, the faint trace of a bruise still visible despite her attempt to hide it. His heart hammered in his chest as he leaned in closer. “Did Josh do that? Or did Pete?”

The words hung between them, heavy, weighted. Daisy’s lips parted, then closed again, but no sound came. Rick could feel the tension in her, the tightness in her chest, in the way she held herself.

She remained silent, but her eyes told him everything he needed to know. And then, just like that, her guard dropped. Daisy nodded, the small movement so delicate it was almost imperceptible.

Rick’s chest tightened, and the flood of emotions hit him like a wave. His mind scrambled to process it all—he wasn’t ready to face the depth of the pain she was carrying, the hurt she was hiding behind those beautiful, vulnerable eyes.

“Pete only hit me because I didn’t have sex with him.” The words were blunt, and they hit the air like a slap. Daisy winced even as she said them, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and regret. She hated saying it out loud, hated the hollow sound of it, but it was the truth. She couldn’t deny it anymore. “What Pete wants, he will get. There are no rules in here, Rick.” Her tone was distant—hollow even.

Her words stung. Rick’s chest ached, his body instinctively taking a staggering step back, as though he couldn’t bear to be this close to her hurt, this close to the truth.

Motherfucker.

How could Deanna allow someone like Pete to exist in Alexandria—to do this to someone like Dais? His eyes met hers again, but this time, there was something more in them—something dark, a mix of protective fury and a deep, gnawing desire to make it stop.

Daisy met his gaze, her own eyes brimming with unspoken pain. She hadn’t meant to say it like that, hadn’t meant to say it so, nonchalant—but there it was—her truth, raw and uncomfortable.

Rick’s fingers twitched by his sides—he kept himself steady—grounded as he physically had to stop himself from reaching out, grasping her. Touching her.

But she didn’t notice. Daisy was already pulling the door open, her back to him as she stepped inside. The air between them grew colder, the distance between them impossibly vast. She didn’t look back.

And Rick… Rick was left standing on the porch.

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