#rick grime drabbles

[interloved]

dilf!rick grimes with age gap

description box: rick knows it’s wrong, but he can’t keep his hands off you.

warnings: slight nsfw warning, mostly a drabble , prison!era

RICK THINKS IT’S SO CUTE actually, this little crush you have on him. it’s so obvious by the way you’re always looking for him when you enter a room, or the way you always giggle at his jokes—they’re rarely actually funny but you seem to think they are—and the way you always puff your chest a little when he’s there, as if you’re trying to get his attention.

and he lets you. lets you indulge your little fantasies. lets you follow him around. lets you cling to his arm.

he knows he probably should put an end to it—for god’s sake, you’re half his age! he could be your father! but you’re such a pretty, young thing; such an emotional and sensitive soul and so dependent on him, you’re as cute as a button and he just can’t bring himself to.

you’re a crybaby. so sweet. can’t get anything done without him, but rick secretly likes it, he likes the way you need him to do simple things for you like opening a bottle. he’ll flex his arms while he’s doing it and watch you almost drool over his arm muscles. it’s so adorable, really, he thinks.

or when you need help reaching something high in the shelf. he’ll grind up against you, hand on your waist, as he reaches up. he loves the way your breath hitches nervously and the way your frame almost disappears in comparison to his height.

sometimes you’ll even fake problems. you’re not even trying to open that box, you just straight up make your way to rick, demanding he opens this box for you. you think you’re so clever; that he doesn’t notice, but he does.

you make him feel like he’s young again. like he’s twenty years old and still desirable. rick knows you think otherwise, by god you’ve made that obvious. he could’ve taken you right there at the shelf and he knows you would’ve let him, would’ve let him do unspeakable things to your body, would’ve let him have you. but he didn’t. because he has a ring on his finger. because he has a son. because he has a daughter. and although he doesn’t have a wife anymore, he restricts himself from any kind of contact this way.

but right now, he somehow doesn’t seem to care, not when he has you like this—legs propped up over his shoulders, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, tears and runny mascara on your cheeks and marks all over your neck and chest.

he loves it when you’re like this. so unravelled. so messy. so pretty.

and he can’t help himself—he just has to have you.

[grimesgirll]

back when you were shane’s girl, rick would barely look at you.

it didn’t matter that shane was banging lori behind both your backs. rick was still nothing if not wildly respectful.

you could’ve used the company back then on the farm when your relationship with your boyfriend was slipping. when quiet tent quickies weren’t enough for you.

now, what would shane think of the girl he thought wouldn’t be able to go on without him, happily getting her guts rearranged by his best friend?

rick had held out as long as he could but with lori long gone and carl not taking up any issue, there was no reason to deny himself you. in the wake of all that tragedy, there was nothing better to ease his mind than your sweet, sweet cunt.

shane would be seriously pissed off to learn that not one but both of your holes were being filled by your fellow original atlanta camp members.

the archer that ground his gears so much was taking up your mouth with his cock, enjoying the way that every thrust of rick’s sent you straight down his length.

if shane was in the room or even in the hallway, he wouldn’t be able to miss the downright debaucherous sounds coming from the three of you. rick lands a light slap on your ass, a reminder that you’re not the only ones within these walls. rick was nothing if not wildly polite.

you wiggle your hips back into him in response, feeling your core tighten as daryl fucks your mouth. shane could never fill you up this way: he was one man after all.

the record time that shane had you soaked and coming undone was nothing compared to how fast rick and daryl warmed you up. if they even breathed in your pussy’s direction you were suddenly squeezing your legs and starting to drip with arousal.

you miss shane, but even as you clamp down on rick in your pussy and hum around daryl in your mouth, you remember that everything happens for a reason.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Daryl: Ya got stabbed. D’ya remember anythin’?

Y/N: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Daryl: The world ended. Ain’t no ambulances. I carried ya.

Y/N: But I heard a siren.

Daryl: That was Rick.

Rick: Sorry, I got nervous.

[missdollargirl]

there are two things you can ride in this picture

[lilgoblinbitch]

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when rick fucks you, he doesn’t stop till you’re shaking. his goal is to have you a moaning, shaking mess underneath him. all wrapped around his finger — and his cock.

“rick, please! gonna cum!” you squeak out, your second or third climax building up quickly.

“i know, baby. thas what i’m goin for.”

and he’s plunging into you like he’s on a mission, his cock searching for all the buttons he can push inside your cunt that will bring you closer and closer to your destination. he always does it so well, effortlessly.

his lips pressing against your own, tongue punching yours while one hand is gripping the back of your thigh that’s pushed upward against your body and another hand pressing on your tummy, his cock deep in your pussy. you could feel the outline of his length deep inside you. holy fuck, this man was an expert at what he did. and you’d always thank him for his service by gushing all over his cock while he’s still inside you.

rick peppers kisses along your jawline while keeping you in that position, fucking you into the night and preparing for the next morning, where you’d end up giving him the best head of his life.

the two of you were a power couple when it came to pleasuring each other.

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[etclouie]

kinktober day twenty five - uniform sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: two of your childhood friends owing you a favor helps out when they stop you for speeding (Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: pre apocalypse 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie(it’s shane), handjob, oral (rick receiving), no lori or carl😶, reader is described as to be the same age as rick and shane/was in the same year of school as them, shane and rick are lowk dirty cops here (they bang reader to let her off), readers described to be wearing a dress, pretty sure that’s it

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.9k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: no comments

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you were on your way home from work, hitting all the quieter roads and failing to stay at the speed limit. 

on any other day, you wouldn’t have been stopped but today was different. everything that could’ve went wrong today did, just like now. 

you seen the sirens flash behind you, and pulled over with a sigh. rolling down your window and waiting for the cop to walk up to your car, but the look that crossed your face as you met his eyes had a sigh of relief leaving you. 

“Shane?”

you questioned, eyes flicking from his face and then down to the badge pinned to his chest. the gold pin reading ‘Walsh’, a last name you’d grown overly familiar with. 

“mhm you know how fast you were going?”

he asked, his elbow resting lightly on your wing mirror. his eyes flicking from you and the back towards his partner still in their patrol car, unaware of who the other man was; but the feeling in your stomach had your mind racing to your other old best friend— Rick Grimes. 

“was ten over the limit, max”

pleading your case, which made him chuckle. his head shaking from side to side as he moved to cross his arms in your open window, his face inches from yours. 

the minty scent from his gum filling your senses from your closeness, eyes flicking down to his lips before his voice was pulling your attention back to him. 

“still over the limit sweetheart”

a shiver going down your spine at the nickname, eyes finding his again and meeting the gleam in his eyes. 

a pool of warmth setting in your belly under his gaze, leaning closer to him and murmuring out softly. 

“remember that favor you owe me?”

another chuckle pushed past his lips, watching his head shake as he stood upright again, motioning towards his patrol car towards Rick. 

the older of the two moving over to your car, a telling smirk across Shane’s face as he nodded his head towards you. Ricks hands resting on his hips as his eyes met yours, for the first time in years. 

“hm you remember that favor we owe her Rick?”

the favor that you’d brought up was dismal, something from your last year of high school. you’d done both boys a big favor, helping them get out of school for the day while they done something you don’t quite remember. but they both said they owed you one, and now felt as if the perfect opportunity to use up that favor. 

“from high school?”

Shane nodded in response, smirk broad across his face as his eyes skimmed down your body. his right hand reaching for the door handle and pulling open your door, arms crossing over the top of it as both men peered down at you. 

“and how exactly do you want us to repay that favor for you?”

the innuendo was there, all three of you felt it. gulping as you unbuckled your seatbelt before slowly climbing out of your car, heat shooting through your body. 

the road you were on was hardly used by people, so the chance of someone driving by and seeing the three of you was unlikely. 

“you know how Walsh, don’t be dim”

he huffed out a laugh at your words, eyes flicking over to meet Rick’s while he shut your car door. 

sandwiched between both men, your back to Shane’s chest while you faced Rick. 

“gonna let us have fun with you sweetheart?”

Shane’s persistent talking left Rick quiet, not that he minded. it allowed his eyes to rake down your body, stopping at the hem of your dress that Shane was now eagerly pushing up. 

“you’re stunning”

Rick drawled out, his hands lifting to grope at your boobs. his thumbs swiping over your hardening nipples through the fabric of your dress. 

letting out a breathy moan at his touch, back arching towards him while Shane grounded his hips against the swell of your ass. the bulge in his slacks prominent and throbbing in his boxers. 

“reckon she’s soaked for us Rick?”

the words barely registered in your head before one of Shane’s big hands were snaking into the front of your panties to swipe two thick fingers through your folds, pulling more moans from your chest. 

“oh fuck”

you and Shane breathed out simultaneously, yours needier than his. 

whining as his hand pulled away from your cunt to show Rick his now soaked fingers, that smirk still across his face. 

“shit sweetheart”

Rick’s voice dropped an octave, one of his hands keeping your left boob in his hold while the other cradled your jaw. pulling you into a deep, heated kiss— all teeth and tongue while your hips pushed back onto Shane. 

the pool of heat in your belly deepened, warmth settling through your body while both men lavished you with their undivided attention. 

Shane fumbled with his belt, the clank of it sounding as he got it open. breaking the kiss with Rick to glance back at him, his fingers tugging down his zipper while he spat his gum out to the side. 

“ain’t gonna keep you waiting much longer, promise you tha’”

he told before leaning in to kiss you as best he could, hands leaving his slacks to pull your panties down to your knees. the fabric drenched in your arousal. 

“can’t leave Rick without any pleasure darlin’, ain’t fair tha’”

he broke the kiss to mumble against your lips, pulling back enough to meet his gaze. nodding slowly, the words formulating in your head in little coherency. 

turning back to Rick, missing the way he worked open his belt and pushed his slacks down to his mid thigh. practically ogling at the sight of his cock, hot and hard and standing to attention. 

the look on your face must’ve shown your surprise, stood still in place— mind reeling and trying to make sense of what your current situation actually was. 

Rick must’ve sensed your hesitation, big hands cradling your face while pulling you into a softer kiss than before. 

“you sure you wanna do this?”

his soft questioning made your heart warm, almost swooning at his care. 

“want this— want both of you”

those words were all Shane needed to push himself into your warmth in one smooth thrust, his chest flush against your back as he buried himself to the hilt. his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured out lowly to you. 

“c’mon sweetheart, take care Ricky”

your left hand grabbed at Ricks shoulder, helping him move closer before he was kissing you again. tongue licking its way into your mouth and tangling with yours, while your right hand took hold of his cock. 

the tip of him leaking beads of precum, his hips rocking into your touch while Shane slowly started moving his hips against yours. 

“there we go”

his voice came out hoarse against your ear, hearing the smirk across his lips and breaking the kiss with Rick to glare back at Shane. 

“easy darlin’, we’re paying back that favor we owe you”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, his hold on your hips growing tighter as he continued to roll his hips into you. 

each drag of his cock against your walls making you moan lewdly, hand squeezing around Ricks cock and pulling a shaky groan from him. 

your hand moving slow and almost teasingly along Ricks length, twisting your wrist on the upstroke to pull more and more groans from his chest. his hips rocked into your touch and the head of his cock continued to leak, his precum helping to lubricate your strokes. 

“like that darlin’ fuck, yeah just like tha’”

the lilt in his voice grew thicker, hips chasing your hand while Shane continued to thrust into you. his left hand shaking around to your front and pressing two thigh fingers to your clit, drawing tight firm circles against you and drawing whinier moans from your lips. 

the whole scene was lewd, but you felt as if you were in paradise. 

old feelings for both of them resurfacing and feeling as if you were playing out your fantasies. 

“Rick-“

words failed you, but the way your eyes flicked between his and his lips gave away what you wanted. another kiss. 

he was leaning in to press his lips to yours again, your hand continuing along his cock while Shane continued to play with your clit. 

your walls fluttering and squeezing around him had a groan falling from his lips, his forehead dipping to rest on your shoulder before he was mumbling out. 

“shit sweetheart, squeezing me real tight”

the pool of warmth in the pit of your stomach was at its boiling point, ready to tip you over the edge. 

and with the way both men’s hips were canting desperately into your touch, you knew they were close too. 

continuing to pump Ricks cock, his breath hitching while his cock throbbed in your hand. teetering on the edge, but they both wanted you to cum first. 

“close, fuck ‘m close”

your admission had Shane’s hips moving quicker against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin pulling your focus back to the man behind you. 

each drag of his cock felt too good, the head of him hitting the one spot over and over again that had you seeing stars. his fingers pressing tighter circles against your clit had you toppling over the edge. 

cunt spasming around him as your climax hit, the force of your release had your slumping against Ricks chest. face in against his throat and your hand squeezing around his cock as you tried steadying yourself. 

“there we go, atta fucking girl”

Shane’s praise hit your ears like a familiar melody, his hand soothing across your hip while continuing to rock into you. 

fighting off his climax as best he could, but your walls fluttering around him again had him toppling over. whining against Ricks throat at the feeling of Shane’s cum shooting into your warmth, each stutter thrust he gave spilling more of him into you. 

“jesus you’re perfect”

he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, both of hands softer now across your hips. keeping himself buried to the hilt, and keeping his cum stuffed in your pussy. 

Ricks hands cradled your face to pull you back from his neck, nodding his head as you met his gaze. 

on the pinnacle of his release, wanting to spill his load down your throat. his hands gently moved your head towards his cock. 

your mouth warm and welcoming, and your lips wrapped securely around his cock. 

he only had to give a couple bucks of his hips until he was groaning out your name, his climax hitting him and his cum shooting into your mouth. rope after rope of white filling the warm cavern of your mouth before pulling out to let you swallow. 

“shit— gonna let me fuck you now angel?”

swallowing down his release, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and standing upright against Shane again. 

readying yourself to answer when a call came over both of their radios, both of them groaning in annoyance. 

Shane reluctantly pulling out of your warmth and pressing another kiss to your shoulder while a pout worked its way into your face. 

“shit, we gotta go darlin’. think we can let you off with a warning now”

he told as they both tucked themselves back into their pants, Rick even helping to pull your panties back into place as Shane’s cum started to seep out of your cunt. 

Rick placing a kiss to your temple before they were both walking back to their car, calling out to them as they both opened their doors. 

“call me sometime”

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick's sister yaaaasss)

"Rick, I need to talk to ya," Daryl said.

Rick was bent over a pile of parts on the ground, trying to put together Judith's new crib. "Uh huh," he responded absently.

"Nah, I mean—I really need to talk to ya. Uhh—I mighta made a mistake... err—well, not a mistake... but—"

Rick straightened up and wiped the sweat from his brow, giving Daryl an amused look. "A mistake? Wouldn't be the first time," he teased him, smiling.

Daryl gulped. "Yeah... heh..." He cleared his throat nervously. "Uhh—so listen—"

"Uh huh," Rick murmured again, reaching down and grabbing a strange looking metal piece off the grass. "What the hell is this?" he murmured to himself before letting out a big sigh.

Daryl wrung his hands. "Rick—'m tryin' to talk to ya," he said, frustrated. Rick continued turning the part over in his hands, only half-listening. "Goddammit, Rick! I'm tryin' to tell ya I kissed yer sister last night!"

Rick froze and then turned slowly, excruciatingly slowly, to look at Daryl, whose face blanched first and then turned red out to his ears. "You kissed... my little sister," Rick repeated.

Daryl gulped again. "Yeah..." he nodded. "I—I did."

Rick turned fully now, discarding the part of Judith's crib back on the grass and resting one hand on his hip. The other came to rest on his holster and the handle of the shiny Colt Python sitting heavily there. Daryl's eyes drifted down to the action and back up to Rick's face. "...And?" Rick pressed him, his expression unreadable.

"And—and... I—I couldn't help it, man!" Daryl burst out. "The way she was lookin' at me and—and I—" he paced anxiously in front of his friend. "Christ, the way I feel 'bout her—it ain't like I've ever felt 'bout somebody before and—"

Rick's face suddenly broke into a smile and then he was chuckling. Daryl stopped pacing, stopped his anxious rambling.

"...What?"

Rick's chuckle became a full laugh as he stared back at Daryl and he finally shook his head. "You really think I didn't see what was right in front of my face, Daryl?"

Daryl stared at him, dumbfounded. "Uhh—"

Rick stepped forward and put a hand on Daryl's shoulder. "It's about time you did somethin' about that." He patted him once and turned back to Judith's crib assembly.

Daryl heaved a huge sigh of relief and muttered "Fuck," under his breath. "Yer an asshole, ya know that?" he said to Rick.

Rick only gave him another amused smile.

Prompt: "I might have made a mistake." / "A mistake? Wouldn't be the first time." A/N: *teary smile* I miss them.

[violettwrites]

Since youre taking requests, well uh, hi! Can i ask for Rick G x Sassy!Reader (who loves to dress to impress and isn’t suited for the apocalypse at all lol) and reader keeps calling Rick ‘fav dilf’ or smth like that? If you dont wanna write it, feel free to ignore this tho! Tysm, take care💗

you can be the boss 🗡️ rick grimes

author’s note: hi nonnie !! thank you so much for your support 🫶🏻 i’m sorry if this wasn’t what you had in mind, but i tried my best ! i also based this in alexandria (pre-saviour) bcos idk it’s one of my fave eras. i’m truly sorry it’s short, but i do hope you enjoy x

summary: reader loves to prance around in the cutest little outfits (especially in front of daddy grimes), despite it being the middle of the apocalypse.

warnings: age gap, suggestive comments, reader is 20+

word count: 658

ever since the apocalypse had started, you had been safely situated behind alexandria’s walls. having been close family friends with deanne and her family, she had offered you refuge when you needed it. and you happily obliged. you had watched people come and go, yet alexandria always seemed to stay the same. so when a new group had come along, you were intrigued. and of course, that’s when you had laid your eyes on one of the hottest ‘dilfs’ you had ever seen.

rick grimes seemed to occupy your thoughts from there on out. he had been wary of you at first, but slowly started to warm up to you, finding your clueless, yet sassy attitude quite adorable. you were always quick to compliment him, or noticing if he had shaved that day. and when he had been given the title of constable, and you caught him in that outfit? boy, you were smitten.

you were currently relaxing on the porch of your house, a book in hand as you enjoyed the sunshine hitting your skin. you were in a pair of blue denim shorts ( that seemed to leave little to the imagination ) and a little white tank top. you enjoyed spending time outside; people watching was definitely a favourite past time of yours. especially when one of the newer members of the community would walk his route past your house.

laying your book flat on your stomach as you noticed rick making his way up your street, you watched as he waved at you, a smile on his lips as he headed towards you.

“mornin,” he nodded at you, leaning against one of the beams, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes trailed over your skin. he had noticed how you always seemed to have more skin showing than anyone else. it wasn’t very practical for the apocalypse to have shorts so short and a tank top like you did, but then again, he had never seen you leave the walls of the community, so he understood a little.

“ah, my favourite dilf!” you chirped back at him, sitting up a little straighter in your chair with a smirk on your lips. ever since you had met him, you had always come up with silly little nicknames for him. dilf, daddy grimes, officer hottie— whatever seemed to come to your mind whenever you saw him. “shouldn’t you be out stopping crime?” you questioned, tilting your head to the side a little.

rick had taken a liking to you, which surprised him more than it surprised yourself. he was always weary with new people, but there was something about you that just made his head spin. he tried to ignore his thoughts though, because you were much younger than him, and he didn’t want to be labelled as a creep.

he chuckled at your words, shaking his head. “not much crime around here to stop.” he chuckled, reaching up to rub his hand over his, now short, beard. “unless we’re talkin’ about those shorts. should be a crime to wear somethin’ so tiny.” he motioned to your legs, raising an eyebrow.

you scoffed, shaking your head as you looked him up and down. “it should be a crime for you to look so good in that uniform,” you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked up at him. “as for my shorts— there is nothing wrong with them.”

“you’re gonna get your leg bitten off by a walker.”

“yeah, yeah. whatever you say, fashion police.” you rolled your eyes at him, waving him off. “i’d have to leave the gates to get my leg bitten off by a walker.”

god, you were so oblivious to the outside world.

he shook his head with a smile on his lips, turning to make his way back down the steps, heading towards the sidewalk.

you called out to him before he could walk off, standing up and moving towards the railing of your porch as you leaned against it. rick turned towards you, hands on his hips as he looked up at you curiously.

“don’t forget to save those handcuffs for later, sir.” you teased, a smirk on your lips as you watched his cheeks go red before he shook his head, walking away with a smile on his lips.

god, you’d be the death of him.

[sinsandsweetness]

season 5 scary beard rick getting sweet, hyperfem reader on her knees for him, and her just looking up all sweet and obedient and docile, just about ready to do anything for him I FEEL LIKE ITD DRIVE HIM WILDDDD

“Are you okay?” She whispers as he tugs her behind the barn. Neither of them wanting to attract any attention from the potential threats out in the woods.

“Just need your help with something, princess,” his mouth starts trailing down her neck as he pushes her up against the barn. Rough wood with the threat of a splinter catches on her sweater. It’s stretched out collar falls off her shoulder and grants him even more access to her neck. Nipping lightly at her collarbone.

“With what?”

He doesn’t answer, tilting his head up, he catches her lips and grabs her hand, placing it against the front of his jeans. Tall and hard under the dark denim, she gets the hint almost immediately.

It doesn’t take long before she’s on her knees. So obedient. The very impractical mini skirt she wears is riding up above her hips and the sight of her soft bare skin drives him wild. He’s thankful that her pretty lace panties are only shown to the wood siding of the barn and not the forest behind them. He holds one arm up against the wall for support, doubling as an unintentional shield to their intimate act. His fingers lace with her unruly locks, guiding her close enough to kiss him through his boxers.

“Atta girl,” he says as her fingers trace at his waistband. The site in front of him nearly catches him in a trance. She’s so pretty like this. All wide eyed and willing.

He urges her on, “You know what to do.”

[grimesgirll]

you and daryl are smoking out the window when rick walks in.

"what do you two think you're doin'?"

mid hit, you almost choke at the sight of the sheriff. breathing in deeply to prevent yourself from wheezing, you pass the joint to daryl as cooly as you can after that hit.

daryl grunts. "buzzkill."

"how quick on your feet are you two right now?" rick questions, blue eyes dark and annoyed.

"we're not on watch." you say in a matter-of-fact way.

"no," rick agrees, "you're not. thank god." he runs a hand through his chocolate curls hurriedly.

"glenn's got it," you assure him, offering him a smile at the same time. "you should sit with us. you don't have to have any, drink one of the beers we brought back." you gesture to the full six packs leaning against the wall, branded with the faded logo of the brewery you guys had picked clean the other day while looking for supplies.

"he doesn't know how to relax," daryl tells you with a scowl.

neither do you, you think, but you just frown and shake your head. "rick, c'mon," you croon from your seat by the window.

"yeah, and shut the door," daryl barks.

rick turns and shuts the door lightly. surprisingly, he does what you suggested and picks up a six pack, errantly dropping it by the foot of the loveseat you're cozy on. he takes up the seat next to you, dark stained bottle in hand.

you grin. this is so not how you expected things to go. usually, rick was all pissed off and disappointed about the fact that you guys were getting high of all things. beside you, he twists on the bottle cap. high and focused on his hands, you watch them struggle against the aluminum cap, tensing and unclenching. with a huff, he uses his white t-shirt to grip the bottle again to no avail. the older man looks up from his ordeal to see you absolutely engrossed in him and smirks at you.

he says your name, breaking you out of what your high ass thought was a self-contained act of voyeurism. "wanna try?" he tilts the bottle your way.

you raise an eyebrow. "if you can't get it open, i don't think i can."

rick just smiles at you, like you said something funny. "i don't want you to use your hands, doll. try your teeth." he catches your confused expression. "remember when you did it at the bonfire a few weeks ago?"

suddenly, you recall standing outside around the fire with the group and accepting a request from maggie to open a beer bottle for her with your teeth. you could never say no to her - neither would you pass up the opportunity to hang out with a buzzed maggie for the night. so you showed everyone how to use your chompers to open the bottle. looking back, rick's eyes had never left you as you slipped the neck of the bottle into your mouth to quickly twist the cap off with your teeth. a move you later told carl not to try. you didn't want to be responsible for any dental damage.

you nod and take the bottle from his hands, sitting up in the loveseat. daryl watches, joint in hand, from the other side of the window while you take the bottle into your mouth and the cap at angle just between your molars. you feel two pairs of eyes on you as you struggle for a moment, the cap not coming loose as easily as you'd thought it would. usually, you could just maneuver it a bit for the cap to pop off, but now you're wondering if this cap is just too old, and you consider giving up. that is until suddenly, you angle your teeth just the right way and the cap comes free. it falls into your palm and you wipe the neck of the bottle off with your shirt for rick, just in case any of your spit got on it.

you try to hand the bottle back to him but rick shakes his head. "no," he gestures back to you. "i think after all that, you deserve the first sip."

who are you to say no?

you bring the bottle to your lips and drink, rick's gaze still on you. you consider chugging the entire thing but first of all, that would be rude and second of all, you're not at college anymore. wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your henley, you pass the bottle back to rick who takes a long, ginger sip as you free your hair from your ponytail and settle deeper into the loveseat.

you remember daryl's there when he offers you the halfway done joint. you want to turn it down but suddenly you're craving more. as the skunky smoke fills the air and drains out the window, you start to even crave a beer. you wouldn't mind getting crossed right now; getting a good mix of buzzed and stoned like in your college days back before the world went to shit. it was a nice way to relax, and it wasn't like you were neglecting your responsibilities.

after that hit, you're zoning out more and more. you had set up the cd player with a lynyrd skynyrd album daryl'd found in a record store with you. they weren't your favorite rock artists, but you guys could've been listening to worse bands in the apocalypse after all. you loosely follow the lyrics of one of their songs while daryl finishes off the joint.

"where'd you even get that?" rick asks, breaking the silence.

"you know some places you would get shot for asking that, 'fore all this?" daryl had told you when you'd asked him that.

"house down the road." daryl answers between puffs. "looks like they were tryna' get ahead of that medical shit."

you snicker. the story was true but without seeing those folks, you really didn't know what kind of operation they had going on. the way daryl phrased it though was a nice way to phrase it to a cop. better than we just found it.

"and you'd smoke it without knowing where it came from?" rick inquires, hand wrapped around the dark bottle.

"we know where it came from," you speak up from in between them. "it came from that house's backyard."

he repeats what he asked daryl.

"there could be anthrax in your beer."

that's when you realize you're super high.

rick doesn't have the opportunity to be confused because he's laughing and suddenly you're giggling in his face. he doesn't take it as an accident when you lean forward and fall into his lap on the loveseat. in fact, he takes the opportunity to lift your chin up, saying, "silly girl," and flipping you over to sit on his lap.

"wanna finish my beer, baby?" he offers it to you, holding it up to your lips.

"i don't need it," you reply but your words are cut off when the bottle breaches your lips anyway and you gulp down the drink. beer wasn't your favorite beverage but, in the apocalypse, beggars really couldn't be choosers. he takes the empty bottle from you and sets it on the end table before leaning back up to connect your lips.

you lean into the kiss as he pulls you closer in his lap. the satisfying pressure on your ass from his squeezing has you hazy minded and wishing he would speed up now that you realize what's happening.

then you remember daryl, the one who you'd originally been hanging out with. you hadn't even planned on seeing rick tonight.

you look up from rick towards the auburn-haired man who was ashing the joint out the window. you frown. isn't that what the ash tray on the windowsill is for? you give him a look that says come here and he walks towards the loveseat, sharing a look with rick that has the men positioning you in their favorite way.

you move willingly; they pull you, pliant and eager to please - eager to just do what someone else says and relax. the joint was supposed to help you shut off your brain after a long day but now you can only think about being pressed in between the two pent up men on the loveseat with you. rick has your bottoms off now and is two fingers deep inside of you when you start helping daryl undo his jeans.

"you feelin' ready or do you need more, baby?" your leader asks you, lips bruising your shoulder.

you shake your head. "i don't need any more fingers." you clarify. "wanna feel your big cock inside of me," you blurt out. usually, it takes you a bit to warm up and they're the ones who talk filthy but tonight you're feeling a little less inhibited.

he raises an eyebrow with condescension. "sure you can handle it, doll? last time i thought i broke you."

you snort. "i think the proper word is reset."

you feel a low rumble from rick's chest and he gently lifts your hips to remove his fingers and lower you onto his cock. you whine at the blunt intrusion but the more you grind your hips down into him, the better it feels, especially once you find a good rhythm. you're pretty sure rick's dick is way bigger than it should be but that doesn't stop you from letting him stuff you whenever you two get the chance to sneak away. it was even more rare to find the time for all three of you to be together like this. speaking of, daryl is standing on your side, dick in hand now that it's been freed from the confine of his pants, looking down at you with darkened eyes.

"wanna finish me off, baby?" he mocks and you roll your eyes, opening your mouth for him as rick bucks into you.

he gladly accepts and just like that, you can feel rick smirking as he fucks into you, barely letting you hold on as he drags your hips up and down. he hijacked your smoke session and it ended just the way he wanted. typical.

even more typical when he makes you switch positions so he can finish in your mouth, not taking his eyes off you while daryl lines himself up with your sopping entrance. rick couldn't help but twitch in your mouth watching how you reacted to daryl's cock in your freshly pounded pussy. his face tenses as he nears his orgasm, hands in your soft tousled hair while you take him in your throat so well. he's ready to just let go, he knows you can handle it, after all he knows you can get off more than a bottle cap with your mouth.

[blacklitchick]

Lazy Sunday

Michonne couldn’t remember when she last had a lazy Sunday morning—at least, she thought it was Sunday morning—the days seemed to run together since she and Rick made it back home. It was barely 5:00 a.m.; the sky hadn’t fully awakened. A dusting of stars still littered the sky. The pitter-patter of a light rain had started an hour earlier; the curtains blew in the breeze from the open window. She’d been awake for a while, enjoying the quiet and the man sleeping beside her with his head on her chest.

She ran a hand through his curls. He stirred slightly, then snuggled even deeper into her arms. Lately, that had been his favorite position to sleep in. They always started the night spooned against each other, but somehow, they would end up with his body halfway on top of hers, arms slung around her waist. It was as if he wanted to be as close to her heartbeat as possible to make sure she was still there, still real.

She ran her foot over his leg, admiring his well-toned calf muscles. Her fingernails lightly scratched his bare back. She liked feeling that he was real, too. So many nights when he was gone, she’d woken up feeling for him on his side of the bed only to feel instead the crushing weight of grief when she remembered he wasn’t there and wasn’t coming back - so she thought.  

She knew she’d never have to feel that way again. Because there wouldn’t be another night when they weren’t sleeping next to each other. If it weren’t for the kids, they would probably never leave their bed. 

Lips caressed her chest, then her neck, then her cheek. Michonne smiled at her husband’s morning wake-up routine. It always started with kisses.

She scratched his scalp. “I thought you were sleeping?”

“I was, but my dream ended. Guess it was time for me to wake up."

“I hope good dreams.”

“I'm dreaming about you again. About us in different worlds.” He kissed her shoulder.

“How did we fall in love this time?”

Rick lifted onto his elbow and stared down at his wife. “We were both walking our dogs at a dog park. They became best friends, then we became best friends and fell in love.”

Michonne laughed. “I like that.”

Rick smiled at her laughter, but his face soon turned serious. “All those years we were apart, I dreamed of ways we could have fallen in love if the world didn’t end. But having too much time to think, I wondered if something like my dreams could happen. Would it have been possible for us to meet in Georgia and fall in love?”

“What was your conclusion?”

“That we wouldn’t because you were too glamorous, too cultured. You wouldn’t want a country boy like me.”

Michonne lips downturned into a slight frown. “No, that’s not it. I like to think that what’s meant to be will always be. Somehow, some way, the universe would have conspired for us to be together. With all of our children alive and well. Nothing about what we have can be denied."

Rick shook his head and stared down at Michonne in awe. “How are you so perfect?”

She ran her hand down his beard. “Not perfect. Just perfect for you.”

He moved fully on top of her. “It’s both. You’re perfect, and we’re perfect together,” he said before devouring her lips.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Rick: How’re you feeling?

Daryl, recovering from a gunshot wound: M’sposed to be in the watchtower but instead, m’in pain.

Denise: I’m sorry we couldn’t sedate you. We had to get the bullet out quickly.

Daryl: S’alright. Weren’t that bad.

Y/N: Wasn’t that bad?! You squeezed my hand so hard that all the blood had to seek shelter elsewhere!

Daryl: Hurt a lil’ I guess.

Y/N: You’re about to have another gunshot wound.

[hutchersonsgurl]

The two faves all the way 🤞🏼

[etclouie]

kinktober day eight - jealousy

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: your relationship with rick is new, so when you get to alexandria and a new guy tries flirting with you, rick doesn’t like it (Rick Grimes x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: alexandria

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: jealousy, un-named alexandrian flirts with reader, poorly written smut, oral (m receiving), implied age gap (not mentioned but rick is older), ricks possessive, rewrote this halfway through so hope it actually all makes sense, teeny tiny threat of rick cumming over readers face (he doesn’t), lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 970

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: actually already had this idea, so two birds with one stone 

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you’d recently made your relationship with Rick official, instead of sneaking off together and all of the secret moments. 

your relationship wasn’t hidden from the alexandrians but you weren’t screaming about it from every rooftop, so when a man you never knew flirted with you at one of the first get togethers you’d attended, you weren’t really surprised. 

sure it wasn’t wanted, or reciprocated, but you weren’t entirely surprised. but Rick was. 

he was watching from across the room, his conversation now being ignored as his gaze focused on you. his eyes flicking between you and the man opposite you, who was pulling laughs from you from whatever he was saying. the act making Ricks blood boil, and he had no clue what either of you were talking about. 

a shrill of jealousy filling his body and his brain turning on autopilot, placing down his glass and heading straight towards you. 

his hand taking hold of yours while he dragged you out towards your house, ignoring any and all calls of his name from everyone. 

kicking the door shut behind him as he got you into the house, one of his hands lifting to cradle your jaw and holding your gaze up at him. 

“who’s your friend sweetheart?”

he huffed out, thumb soothing across your cheek while his gaze fell to your lips and then back up to your own eyes. gaze soft and questioning as you locked eyes with him, trying to answer his question before he continued on. 

“you looked real friendly with him”

he gritted his teeth, walking you towards the stairs and up them towards one of the bedrooms — wanting you as far away from any possible prying eyes. 

watching him kick the door shut behind him and stalk towards you, his face held an expression you’d never seen from him before. one of jealousy mixed with a twinge of possessiveness, his head tilting towards the side as his eyes continued to search yours. 

“you gonna answer me sweetheart?”

batting your lashes up at him while your mouth went dry, any and all words long gone and your mouth hung open from the lack of words coming out. 

gulping as he reached for one of your hands and pulled it towards the bulge forming in his jeans, groaning lowly at the contact and rocking his hips into your touch. 

“fuck, feel that sweetheart? see what you do to me?” 

he groaned out, letting go of your wrist to work open his belt and pulling down the zipper of his jeans. his eyes locked on yours as he freed his aching cock, the sight of you being flirted with had him getting possessive and wanting to make you remember who you belong to. 

his jeans and boxers pooling at his ankles, and his cock springing free. humming at the sight of his leaking and flushed tip, eyes flicking back up to his in silent request. 

“need’t help you remember who’s you are, huh?”

he suggested, his hands pushing you down onto your knees before he wrapped a hand around his cock. pumping his length a couple of times, his free hand holding your jaw and two of his fingers pushing your lips apart. 

hearing him groan as he slapped the head of him against your lips, pressing soft and chaste kisses to the tip of him before taking him into your mouth. tongue swirling around him and your eyes fluttering shut, your hands resting on his thighs as he started to rock into your mouth. 

your eyes fluttering shut as his pace picked up, both of his hands holding your head in place while he continued to push into your mouth. the tip of him hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag briefly before he pulled back. 

“breathe bubs, there we go”

he soothed, his thumb brushing across your cheek and his hips pushing back into you. swirling your tongue around the head of him and letting your eyes flutter shut again, moans muffled as the taste of him filled your senses. 

an all too familiar, and welcome, taste. 

“this what you needed? my cock in your mouth to remind you of who you belong to? hm, sweetheart?”

his tone was fully teasing, chuckling to himself at your muffled ‘mhm’ in response. 

jaw falling slack as his pace picked up, eyes flicking up to meet his while spit spilled from the corners of your lips. the head of him hitting the back of your throat with every thrust, and his cock pulsing as your tongue ran across the underside of him. 

“god, gonna cum sweetheart. gonna paint that pretty face and throat, remind everyone that you’re mine”

he groaned out, thrusts growing sloppy and the taste of him overbearing. tip leaking and flushed a red colour, while his cock throbbed against your tongue. 

a shuddering groan leaving his lips, and his hips stuttering before stilling. eyes locking with his as his release washed over him, rope after rope of white shooting into your mouth and coating your throat. 

humming as he panted, waiting a minute before he was pulling you off of his cock and a string of spit joined your lips to the tip of him. leaning in to press a wet kiss to his head, while his thumb soothed across your cheek. 

“my good girl, huh? fuck, never letting you near that guy again, yeah?”

lifting your hand to wipe your mouth with the back of it while swallowing down his load, voice hoarse as you spoke. 

“you jealous Rick?”

watching him roll his eyes before helping you up off of the floor, hands already reaching to get you undressed. his lips attaching themselves to your throat while he kissed across the skin, his voice gruff against your ear. 

“watch it”

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[lilgoblinbitch]

r.g. crm head canons

18+. first time writing headcanons, and first edit i ever made below (please do not steal or copy) ☻

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imagine sergeant major rick grimes training you, how he places his hands on your waist which would inevitably send shivers down your spine. he lightly grasps your arms as he positions your body in the right stance. every time he did this, your knees wobbled.

"good work, soldier." you'd blush from hearing him praise you after getting his instructions right. eventually the longer you trained the more skilled you became, and rick didn't have a reason to guide you anymore. you ended up missing his hands on you, and the proximity of his body behind you. but you know that physical touch from rick wasn't gone forever, because at least three times a week he'd come over to your apartment and touch you in much more intimate ways than he did during training...

you are always wet for this man. it's like he has some sort of spell casted upon you. and he was invariably aware of his effect on you. sly bastard.

but you also had a strong effect on him; the way you wrapped around him when he pounded into you, the melody of your sweet moans like a siren song pulling him in, how you always invited him into your apartment just from that look in your eye — he truly couldn't get enough of you.

when you're a good girl for the sergeant, he would gift you with his tongue dancing around your sweet hole and his finger flicking your throbbing clit. he would plunge two fingers into your hole and hit that same spot every time. "so good for me, sweetheart," he'd coo after you came on his lips.

if you 'misbehaved,' as in snap at him or misread his orders, your nights of loving turned into nights of rough fucking. "you need to learn how to follow orders;" or, "you can't be behaving like that, in front of everyone. fuckin' slut, bending over like this-" to which he'd fold you over the table with his stiff crotch pressing against your ass. regardless of the incident, rick just had to reiterate how serious he was about his authority over you.

i cannot stress this enough — rick is an ass man. he's always finding a chance to sneak a gander at your ass. whether you're purposely bending over in front of him at training or when he's fucking you from the back, his eyes are glued to the way your ass ripples with each thrust of his hips against it. and he absolutely loves giving it small smacks any chance he gets.

sometimes during missionary he likes to hold both your wrists above your head. he loves watching you squirm beneath him, fiending to anchor onto him while he fervently plunges into you.

nothing but sex fills the room, always; skin on skin and breathless whimpers from you, and rick would repeatedly mutter pure filth to you; "this pussy is mine," or "go 'head, sweetheart, let everyone know how good i make you feel." it always brought you closer and closer to climax.

rick loves grabbing your neck, too. something about the way you melt into him just from the feeling of his hand lightly squeezing your neck — made your head mushy in the best way. it was like his way of making you submit to him immediately.

whenever you are close to climax you mewl: "rick, 'm close," or when you can barely let words out from how overwhelmed your body is feeling from pleasure, your moans switch to more urgent whimpers.

rick will let you cum first if he's rewarding you for hard work that day: "that's it, baby. let it all go, sweetheart." otherwise if it's one of those rough nights he tells you: "hold it f'me, i know you can."

when rick is in a shitty mood, or if he's overly stressed that day, you are at his service. you can tell by how he paces the room or always places his fingers on the bridge of his nose that it may be time for you to bring him back to life by sucking his cock. his groans when you bob your head back and forth and how you confidently tease his tip which elicit strings of "fuck" and "my good whore".

[rotgirll]

rick fingerings reader when she needs to pee (not in like a pee on me kind of way, but just the pressure from it) >>> (you don't have to so if that makes you uncomfortable your writing is 11/10 bestie 😘

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♱ 18+, 𝘮𝘥𝘯𝘪

you had never imagined that you'd end up in this situation during a zombie apocalypse- perched awkwardly on some random table, your jeans and panties tossed carelessly aside somewhere across the room whilst whines and whimpers fell from your mouth. and the last person you'd expected to be stood in front of you while knuckle deep in your pussy, was rick grimes.

hours ago, you were both locked in a mesmerising gaze, lost in each other's eyes while vulgar fantasies floated around your head. but now, those once distant fantasies seemed to be blurring on the lines between fantasy and reality with each passing moment.

another lewd moan escaped your lips, its echo reverberating off the walls. your back arched in pleasure as you attempted to squirm away from his fingers, eliciting a growl of disapproval from his mouth.

"keep, still" he whispered into your ear, his voice a chilling, deep murmur, as his free hand descended to part your thighs wider.

it had all began innocently with a tender kiss, each touch gentle as his fingers mapped out the curves of your body. but the moment his gaze fell onto your wet cunt, something awakened in him, he became consumed by an irresistible desire. his fingers had been buried inside of you for what felt like forever, he was mesmerised by the feeling of your hot, gummy walls clamping around him. 

he was unrelenting in his motions, his fingers repeatedly brushing over that one sweet spot inside of you over and over and over again. your mouth fell agape, attempting to form a response to his earlier demand, yet you found yourself utterly speechless, your lips moving in vain- almost like a fish out of water.

your entire body flushed with heat, the pleasure surging until it became almost overwhelming, causing your legs to twitch involuntarily. fat tears welled in your eyes, teetering on the blink of spilling down your face. rick must of noticed, a small chuckle escaped his lips as he bought his fingers down to skilfully rub small circles over your aching clit. 

the new sensation caused a sudden pressure to build up in your stomach. your eyes snapped open, and your head dropped forward onto your chest as you struggled to make sense of the unfamiliar feeling.

"r-rick" you scrambled, blindly grasping onto his wrists to halt his movements.

however, he didn't relent. another low chuckle fell from his lips at your frantic state, teasing words poised on his tongue. "what, you gonna cum?"

"no..no, wait" you almost cried, "I'm..g-gonna pee" the pressure in your bladder felt like it might explode, but rick seemed to show no sign of sympathy whatsoever.

"oh, sweetheart" he teased, gently prying your hand off his wrist so he could curl his fingers up inside of you again.

"w-wait, don't" you winced, as his fingers resumed their previous rhythm, pumping in and out as they were before.

"no, hey.. shh it's alright" he soothed "just let it happen, okay? ride it out .. trust me"

your fingers clenched around his hard bicep, trying to surrender to the sensation like he said. the pressure transformed into immense pleasure, eliciting louder and louder moans and whines from your mouth that were likely heard for miles.

"yeah, it feel good now? just ride it out, c'mon- that's a good girl" he whispered coyly into your ear, a mischievous tone colouring his words.

his words only spurred you on, feeling your self teetering right on the edge of ecstasy. your head hit the wall as you threw it back in pleasure. "gonna...gonna c-cum" you moaned between gritted teeth.

"alright, come for me then, baby, come on" he encouraged, trying to pull you over the edge.

"f-fuck!" you shouted as the coil in your stomach snapped. your vision went white and your body felt weightless, like it was floating on air. your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, faintly sensing warm lips gliding over your face.

your arm reached up blindly, fingers tangling in his brown curls as you struggled to pry your eyes open, yearning to meet his gaze. your head dropped onto his shoulder, cheek pressing against the soft material of his t-shirt as he caressed your body in his arms.

you don't know what just happened- but that was the best orgasm of your life.