#rick grimes

[richonnegifs]

THE WALKING DEAD S7E12: Say Yes

[agreeeeeeeeeee]

safe with me | R.G.

feat. Rick Grimes x sunshine!reader cw: MDNI 18+, established relationship, mentions of traumatic incident with family annihilation & suicide (you are responsible for the content you consume), mentions of child death, hurt/comfort masterlist | requests are open

“Carol!” Rick called, jogging across the lawn to catch her after the town meeting. The sun blazed down, ruthless and disorienting after hours of being indoors. “How'd it go?” He asked, referring to the run she led this morning.

They both knew he was asking how it went for you specifically.

Rick didn't care about much else besides you and his kids these days. Alexandria ran just fine without him worrying himself sick; you’d shown him that.

Carol grimaced. “She hasn't come to find you?”

Rick's jaw clenched, his heart beating a bit faster. “Would I be askin’ is she did?”

“She, ah—she’s fine,” Carol clarified, sensing his mounting alarm. “But there was a—an incident.”

“What kind of incident?” He growled.

“We were clearing a property, and she went into the house first—”

His anger flared. “Why would you let her—”

“Because everyone matters, Rick,” she snapped. “I can't treat her special because she's yours.”

He grit his teeth. He knew Carol already paid you extra mind, so there was no sense arguing it.

“She volunteered anyhow, so I sent her. There were no Biters, but…” Carol took a shaking breath. “She found the family in the dining room, parents and two little boys. Practically nothin’ left of the bodies, half-eaten dinners in front of ‘em, rotten through. Mom’s brains all over the wall—”

“Alright, alright,” Rick cut her off, scrubbing a hand over his face. Fucking brutal. Rick had seen plenty gruesome scenes like it, but you—somehow you'd held onto your heart through the end of the world.

“I don't think she took it well, didn't speak the rest of the run. Passed her ration off to Rosita. Had that stare, y’know?”

Rick nodded. Had that stare himself on countless occasions. “She went home?”

“Far as I know,” Carol affirmed. Rick went to head that way when Carol grabbed his shoulder, stopping him. “Don't push her, she'll talk when she's ready.”

“I know, I know," he assuaged. “I’ll go easy.”

Carol nodded and released him, and he started down the road, breaking into a jog when he was sure no one was looking.

When he reached your shared house, sun-bleached siding and half-roasted grass, he slipped through the front door, finding Carl reading by the lone fan in the living room. The house was eerily quiet, save the cordant hum of the whirling blades, it's cedar bones heavy on its foundation.

“Hey,” Rick hissed, getting Carl's attention. “How is she?”

Carl shrugged. “Makin’ lunch. Not singing’ like usual,” was all the boy offered before turning back to his comic.

“Alright, take your sister and go on to Michonne's for a bit,” he said, leaving no room for argument in his tone.

Carl huffed his displeasure, but did as he was told, trudging upstairs to fetch Judith while Rick moved towards the kitchen. He waited to hear the scampering of Judith's footsteps and the click of the door shutting behind them before pushing through the small door into the kitchen.

You were staring down at the blue flames of the gas stove, an open can of soup in your hand. Completely frozen, besides your yellow sundress fluttering around your bare legs.

Normally, the sound of Rick's boots up the steps was enough to have you bounding out the front door and throwing yourself into his arms, even if he'd only been to the neighbors and back. And you always sang while you cooked, some scratched-to-shit record backing you up.

His heart cracked.

“Hey, darlin’,” he murmured, careful not to startle you.

You blinked, bleary eyes focusing on the can of soup, then flicking back up to the empty pot. Trying to connect the dots of what you'd been doing. “I'm making lunch,” you said, barely above a whisper, and he wasn't sure if you were talking to him or yourself.

“I see, can I help you?” He asked, moving a little further into the room. Turning down the knob on the stove to reduce the lapis flame.

You shook yourself, straightening with a too-wide smile. “I've got it!” You chirped, pouring the can into the pot. It spat and sputtered, entirely too hot. Rick snatched it off the burner, putting his body between you and the wrathful soup so you didn't get burned. “Shit! Let me get some towels.” You hurried away, frenetic energy wafting from you, spooked like a hare.

He knew that with one wrong move, it could tip into full-blown panic. “Honey, easy,” he soothed, catching you by the arms when your turned back towards him. “No harm, no foul.” He gently took the stack of towels from you, six for a few splatters of broth, and set them in the counter.

“I need to—” Your eyes were glazing again, hazy as the memory creeped back in.

“Don't worry about lunch, darlin’. I sent ‘em off to Michonne's for a little while.” He took your arms again, rubbing up and down your biceps to try and keep you with him.

“Oh,” you mumbled, glassy eyes drifting just past him at the wallpaper. “Why?” Your eyes refocused on him, brow furrowing slightly.

He leaned down to kiss the wrinkle away. “Too nice a’day for kids to stay inside. And thought you and I could spend some time together.”

“Oh,” you repeated. You fell quiet for a moment, and he could practically see the gears turning in your head, like you were trying to dredge something up you'd forgotten.

He waited patiently, sliding his hands down to hold yours.

“How was the meeting?” You finally asked, though your voice retained that same listless quality.

“Went fine. Same shit, different folks,” he said, shifting both your hands to his right one so he could bring the left up to cradle your face. “How was your day?”

“Fine.” You leaned into his palm, a rough, calloused thing against your supple skin, and your lashes lowered a bit, fluttery like moth wings. Something warm unfurled in his chest.

“C’mon, let me fix you somethin’ to eat,” he said, kissing your forehead again to hide the frown pulling at his mouth. He guided you back over to the stove, patting on the counter beside it. Your favorite spot whenever he got a wild hair to cook.

You hopped up, obedient little thing, and smoothed your skirt, crossing your dangling ankles.

He felt your eyes following him while he put on one of your favorite albums and resumed lunch preparations. He tried to keep his movements slow, fluid, easily trackable in your addled mind. After a few minutes though, you drifted off again, staring at a cracked tile on the floor.

Once the soup was simmering, he stepped towards you, moving to stand between your knees. “Pretty girl,” he hummed, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Why don't you tell me what's goin' on?”

You shook your head, tugging your chin from his fingers and turning your head away from him.

He leaned forward, brushing his lips along your hairline, balmy and salt-tinged from the heat. “You know I'll never let anythin’ happen to you,” he murmured. “Nothin’ out there can hurt you, or them, here.” He smoothed his hands over your ribs, the swell of your hips. “Not while I'm around.”

Tears welled in your eyes. That's a start, he thought. Out here, that numbness will eat you alive. Feeling is the only way to keep going.

“I’d rather die than let anything happen to them,” you whispered.

“I know, baby. I know.” He pulled you in for a proper hug, your face buried into the meat of his shoulder. “You take such good care of us, and I'm so grateful,” he said into your hair, kissing your crown. “You're a dream come true, darlin’.”

You cracked, a whimper eeking through your teeth, then another, until you were sobbing into his chest, fingers digging into the cotton of his shirt.

He sighed in relief, petting your hair while you purged the pent up emotions. “That's a good girl, there ya’ go. Let it all go,” he encouraged, your tears seeping through his shirt and cooling his sun-warmed skin. “You're alright now, I've gotcha.”

“She poisoned them,” you sobbed, thumping his chest with your fist. Barely hard enough for him to register. “She must have been so desperate—”

“This world makes people do monstrous things,” he said, flattening your fist out against his chest, willing his heart to beat slow and steady under your palm. “We can't try to understand it.”

“Do you think they knew?” You looked up at him, lashes dark and spiked with tears, eyes almost feverishly bright. Pleading.

He shook his head, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, deeply sorry that he couldn't give you the answers you needed. “We can't know, darlin’. I’m sorry.”

“We should have buried them,” you whispered, looking towards the window. “It wasn't right, leaving them like that.”

Rick never loved you more than he did in that moment, his heart leaping up his throat, choking him with affection. “I'll take care of it, baby. Don't you worry.” He couldn't resist pressing a kiss to your temple, your forehead, your nose, adoring you so much it ached.

“You will?” You turned back to him, fingers tightening on his shirt.

“Daryl and I will go as soon as I know you're alright,” he promised.

“But—”

“No buts.” He placed a thumb over your lips, quieting your protest. Another sign that you were feeling a little more like your usual, stubborn self. “Now, think you can eat a little f’me?”

You eyed the soup warily as he clicked off the eye and fetched a spoon, returning quickly back between your legs.

He dipped the spoon into the broth, lifting a small amount to your lips. “Just a few bites?”

You folded your lips together and shook your head.

“Baby,” he sighed. “You need to eat somethin’. I won't go until you do.”

But instead of indignation flashing in your eyes, he saw a prickle of fear as you stared at the spoon. Guilt curdled in his gut.

“Here.” He put the spoon in his mouth, eating the bite instead, then scooped a second bite, offering it to you again. “We'll eat it together.”

You didn't look convinced, but you parted your lips anyways, and he fed you a small sip.

“Good girl,” he said, taking the rest of the bite himself. “You trust me, don't you? Would I ever give you something that was going to hurt you? Hurt Carl or Judith?”

“No,” you mumbled, accepting a second, larger bite. “You wouldn't.”

“I'll share every bite with you if that's what you need, whatever I gotta do to make you feel safe,” he promised.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his. He set the spoon down to hold your waist again, tugging you to the edge of the counter to feel your body press fully against his, his arms braced across you back.

“Promise me that if I ever start to lose it, if I ever pose a danger to those kids—” your voice splintered, brittle with emotion. “That you'll do whatever you need to keep them safe.”

He couldn't even think about it, the fleeting idea enough to make his chest constrict painfully, his stomach roil. “I'll do what I need to do to keep all three of you safe,” he promised instead.

“Deal,” you sighed, lifting your head to meet his eyes.

He shifted that final inch forward, catching your lips in a tender, top-lip kiss. You softened, nails raking through the hair at the nape of his neck as he drew you closer, languishing in the honeyed taste of you. Finally relaxing now that he was sure you'd be alright.

After a moment, you broke the kiss to breathe, your nose congested from crying. He grazed his thumb over your bitten lip, smiling softly at your slightly dazed expression.

“You're safe with me, darlin’,” he assured. “Always.”

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[flutterbyoz]

Genuine question, did we ever get an explanation as to why the 'Say Yes' extended van scenes will likely never be released?

I've only been watching for about 4 years and only found out about their existence a couple of years ago so I'm wondering whether there was ever a stated reason why they are so closely guarded.

I did hear Andy and Danai may have got a little carried away and may have shown a little more than they were supposed to so are they not comfortable with them being released? I'd totally understand if that was the case and would hope they would then never be seen but if they're fine with it then is it something else?

Does it have something to do with GN, he directed the episode so was he not happy with them or was is something else?

I love those few little snippets we got in the episode but I've always wondered what else there was and why it's such a closely guarded secret. Maybe we'll never know and it will remain the big mystery but it does intrigue me as to just what they were doing in that van for those tapes to never see the light of day

[ti-yuh]

BEST CHARACTER INTRO OF ALL TIME!! GO GLENN!! 💗💗💗

THE WALKING DEAD 1.02

[rhaenyrathecruell]

People who say that if we followed Negan from the beginning or the saviors were the main characters we would side with them is so wrong. Rick and the group aren’t saints but they do everything for a reason. Negan is a rapist who forced woman to be his wives or be killed which is coercion. Negan ordered children over ten to be slaughtered. The saviors aren’t just “villains” or misunderstood they are monsters. So is Negan. Negan having a redemption arc was the downfall of the show and is where I stopped watching. Rick and the main group have killed but they have morals. Rick would never hurt a woman and force her to sleep with him. He would never kill a ten year old boy. He wouldn’t beat someone to death that on their knees in front of their pregnant wife. He wouldn’t threaten to cut a teenagers arm off.

[bambidixon]

Season seven Daryl breaks my heart. He was carrying so much guilt, pain, and grief entirely on his own, all while being fed empty promises about taking down Negan and winning the war. I can't be friends with you, Rick Grimes.

[philliwolf5]

I wanted them to bang at the prison, but yeah. This was great, too.

There are moments between Rick and Michonne in Clear that to me – there’s one in particular that when we shot it I was like, “Maybe she’s gonna see him that way one day.” The moment when we were looking for bullets and ammo, and there is none. It was an ill-devised plan. Michonne does not call Rick out for this, but he kind of thinks she does. So she hands him the one bullet that she did find after he kind of snaps at her. When we shot it the crew all looked over to Mr. Gimple, and they were like, “Are Rick and Michonne gonna get together?!” And I was like, “HUH?!” Then I thought, “Well, that makes sense actually.” For her it made sense to me because she is a woman who has to deeply respect the man she opens up to. She was already developing such a respect for him. The way she treated him versus the way she treated the Governor – she could see he was a good man burdened with leadership versus him needing leadership to feel like a man. There was something about that realization of seeing him like that: seeing his brokenness and his pain, things she could connect to, that made her put down her mess and open up more. I think it’s awesome that it took as long as it did for them to get together because it developed a very complex connection. – Danai Gurira

[thedeadareeverywhere]

[rememberwhouare]

Random TWD wallpapers - dumping here

[storywriter12]

I think Rick's just going with it neagn

Poor rick

[theordinaryweirdkid]

Do I want Rick Grimes on his knees or do I want to be on my knees for Rick Grimes..

[kn1feprty]

Local homeless, schizophrenic man exposes the secrets of the forest. More tonight, 6 P.M. EST on Alexandria Daily News

[flutterbyoz]

'Become', the fifth episode of The Ones Who Live season 1 aired a year ago today. An episode I see as the 'Say Yes' of TOWL.

Rick and Michonne are well and truly back together and Rick is doing everything he can to make it up to Michonne after what happened in the previous episodes. This is Rick Grimes pretty much back to being his usual self, obsessed with, doting on and utterly head over heels in love with his wife and we love to see it!

Obviously, his love for Michonne never faded, ever, but the CRM did a number on him and his fear and terror at losing her had taken over but after the previous episode, Michonne was able to help her man through the bs the CRM had implanted in head and brought him back to her.

I love this episode, I could have done with one less Jadis and Gabriel scene but overall it was a great episode. Rick was determined to shower Michonne with as much love and devotion as he could, from the toothpaste, to the bracelet and then what has become one of my favourite Richonne scenes ever, the proposal/vow renewal, Rick was on it and his characteristic lover boy status was clear for all to see. I also love how we got a throwback to their canon episode and confirmation of what I already knew, that Rick was in love with Michonne before that night on the couch.

Speaking of the proposal/vow renewal scene, I do see it more as a vow renewal rather than a proposal. Rick was already referring to Michonne as his wife before this and I think they pretty much saw themselves as married long before the bridge. The proposal/marriage for me came in 'Say Yes', this scene was more a renewal of those vows and what vows they were.

The most beautiful, romantic and heartfelt vows I've ever heard onscreen. When someone tells you they're yours until their last breath, you know you've found the one.

Andy and Danai really know how to treat Richonners, they know what we like and I love the fact that what we like and want is also what they like and want for the characters too. We really lucked out with them as ship captains, I've never won this hard with a ship before.

This episode also saw the end of Jadis, I can't say I was sad to see her go, I was never a fan of her especially as she was the one who took Rick from his family all those years ago, but I thought her death was well done and at least she got to give Rick the ring, so she did one thing right!

Episode 5 is full of Richonne, much like 'Say Yes', this had a honeymoon feel to it. After the previous episodes, full of high emotion, tension and a rift between Rick and Michonne, this one felt a little lighter, as light as an episode in this franchise can be despite Jadis's death, and it was amazing to see Richonne back to their usual selves and it set up the finale perfectly.

Richonners were well and truly fed with TOWL and this episode is home to many of those feasts, a romantic road trip, presents, secluded cabins and a vow renewal in the woods, what more could we want? Well, maybe a reunion with their kids but that may have to wait until the next episode!

[cybxrcvnt]

Need as cardinally as air

I hadn't seen it in the fandom yet, so I had to take matters into my own hands.

[kaayyyys]

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