#rick grimes

[thedeadareeverywhere]

[rickydoodahgrimez]

𝞋𝞎 ─────── 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

pairing: rick grimes x reader

summary: rick overhears you speaking with maggie that you feel like that rick doesn't love you. rick shows you how wrong you were. . .

warnings: pet names, teasing, dirty talk, soft sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (rick receiving), multiple orgasms, cum inside, fluff at the end, hope you enjoy :))

word count: 2.0 k

a/n: apart of my valentine's day special :)) hope you guys like it

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 didn’t mean to eavesdrop.

Truly, he didn’t mean to. He just wanted to go to the kitchen to get something. But as he was about to pass the living room, the sound of your voice and what you said made him stop in his tracks.

“I don’t know, Maggie,” You said quietly. “I know we haven’t said it yet, and I know what I feel but, I feel like Rick doesn’t love me. He’s been so. . . distant.”

At your words, the air seemed to leave his lungs. His chest felt tight, his pulse roaring in his ears. You thought he didn’t love you?

There was a sudden ache in his chest and the room start spinning. It was like his mind disregarded what else you said and his mind kept on replaying those other words that he dreaded.

You believe he didn’t love you.

He hadn’t meant to be distant—just careful, searching for the perfect moment to say those three words without losing everything.

He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. He wanted to step in, to fix this now—but his feet wouldn't move.

The hollow ache in his chest tightened.

You don’t understand, he thought. You’re all I ever think about.

But he hadn’t said it. Not once. And that was his fault.

Rick sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, the weight of his own hesitation pressing down on him. The soft creak of the door broke the silence, and he lifted his eyes to see you step inside.

The door clicked shut as you leaned back against it, tension thick between you both.

His voice, rough and low, pierced the silence. “You think I don’ love you?”

The room fell deadly still. Your chest rose and fell with a shaky breath. “How did you hear?” You asked softly, your voice tight.

Rick’s blue eyes locked with yours, his voice taut with urgency. “Please. Don’t avoid the question.”

You hesitated, the weight of your heartache pooling in your chest, and then, slowly, you nodded without a word.

A ragged breath escaped Rick, the pain in it raw and undeniable. Then, in two strides, he was in front of you, his lips crashing into yours with desperate intensity.

The kiss was rough, searing, and filled with every unspoken word he’d been too afraid to say.

His hands cupped your face, as your body slammed back against the door. Your hands made his way up his shoulders, up his neck and then they landed in his messy, curly hair.

Rick let out a small groan and pulled you closer to him, as your fingers grabbed the back of his hair.

When he pulled back, his hands still cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. His voice, thick with emotion, trembled as he bared his soul. “You have no idea. . . no fucking idea how much I love you. I couldn’t—couldn’t breathe at the thought of losing you. I stayed quiet ‘cause I was scared. Scared that sayin’ it out loud might—might push you away.” His voice cracked, eyes burning into yours. “But I can’t hold it in. You’re everything to me. Everything. And I—” His lips brushed yours again, softer this time. “I can’t live without ya’.”

The silence that followed was heavy, but it was different—charged, fragile, and filled with understanding. And when your lips met his again, it was your answer, your vow, your everything.

You pulled away from the kiss, looking him in his gorgeous blue eyes, as your fingers still stayed to the back of his neck.

“God, I love you too.” You smiled and Rick smiled with you, resting his forehead against yours. “I was scared—scared that you wouldn’t feel the same, but I don’t have to be scared anymore. I fucking love you, Rick Grimes.”

Rick leaned down and instead of kissing you rough, like he did before, he kissed you slow and deep, portraying all of the emotions inside of him.

When you two pulled away, Rick’s eyes softened as he looked at you and he traced your cheeks. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

Rick’s voice was thick with desire, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your breath quicken.

Rick gently guided you back onto the bed, his fingers trailing along your bare arms, sending shivers down your spine.

He knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours, as he untied the sash of your robe, letting it fall open.

The silk slid off your shoulders, revealing the delicate lace of your black lingerie. The sheer fabric hugged your curves, accentuating your full breasts and the subtle swell of your hips.

Rick’s breath caught in his throat, his desire for you palpable.

“You’re breath taking, sweetheart. Every inch of you is perfection.” He muttered, as he traced his eyes all over you.

You felt a surge of pleasure at his words, your body responding to his touch. You arched your back slightly, offering yourself to him, your nipples hardening against the thin lace.

Rick leaned forward, his warm breath ghosting over your skin as he kissed the sensitive hollow of your throat.

His lips trailed feather—light kisses down your collarbone, eliciting a soft moan from you.

“I want to worship every part of you.” Rick murmured, as he continued his kisses. “Your body is a temple, and I want to explore every sacred inch.”

With tender care, he cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your taut nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. You arched into his touch, your body craving more.

“Oh, Rick. Please, don't stop.” You panted.

Rick smiled against your skin, his lips finding your nipple through the lace. He suckled gently, his tongue teasing the sensitive peak until it pebbled against his mouth. Your head fell back, your body trembling with pleasure.

His hands roamed freely, exploring your curves, tracing the lines of your waist, and dipping lower to cup your hips.

He gently squeezed, his fingers dipping beneath the lace to stroke the bare skin of your lower back.

Your hands roamed over his body, your fingers tracing the contours of his broad shoulders and the hard planes of his chest. You tugged at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours.

Rick obliged, shedding his clothes with haste, revealing his toned physique. His erection strained against his boxers, a testament to his desire for you.

Your eyes locked onto his throbbing cock, your mouth almost watering at the sight.

Rick lightly smirked as he caught your eyes staring at his physique and he gently tilted your chin up to look at him, your eyes immediately connecting with his.

He then leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips, your mouth moulding against his as he swiftly slipped his tongue into your mouth. He pulled away after a few seconds, smiling at your dazed expression.

“I want to taste you, Rick. Let me show you how much I love you too.” You practically pleaded, your hands on his thighs.

“Sweetheart, I just want to take care of you tonight, I'm perfectly fine.” Rick gently said as one hand traced your cheek.

You shook your head with a slight smile. “I want to show you how much I love you.”

Rick’s eyes darkened with desire at your proposition and nodded, as he lay back on the bed, his hands guiding you head towards his aching shaft.

You knelt between his legs, your hands gently caressing his length through the fabric.

With slow, deliberate movements, you slid his boxers down, freeing his rigid cock. It stood proudly, glistening with pre—cum at the tip.

You leaned forward, your breath washing over the head, making Rick shudder with anticipation.

Your lips parted, and you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head, tasting his essence.

You sucked gently, your lips sliding up and down his shaft, your hand cupping his balls, massaging them softly.

Rick groaned, gently taking a fist of your hair. “Fuck. Sweetheart, your mouth feels incredible.”

You hummed in response, your mouth working him with increasing fervour. You took him deep, your throat constricting around his girth, your saliva coating his length.

Rick’s hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting into your mouth, his pleasure building.

But Rick wanted more. He wanted to give you the same pleasure you were giving him. With a gentle hand, he guided you up his body, positioning you above him.

“Ride me, darlin’. Let me feel you.” He whispered against your lips.

You straddled his hips, your wetness already glistening on your thighs. You positioned yourself over his throbbing cock, your hands resting on his chest for support.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you sank down, taking him inside you inch by inch. Your walls stretched to accommodate his girth, and you moaned as he filled you completely.

“Oh, God, Rick. You feel so good inside me.” You cried out, your head tipping backwards.

Rick’s hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements as you began to ride him. Your breasts bounced with each downward thrust, your nipples rubbing against his chest, eliciting a chorus of moans from both of them.

“That's it, baby. Take all of me. Show me how much you love me.” He moaned, his hands momentarily gripping your hips.

Your movements became more urgent, your body riding him with abandon. You leaned forward, your hands braced on his shoulders, as you set a relentless pace, your hips rolling in perfect rhythm with his.

Rick's hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, and caressing your thighs, heightening your pleasure.

He could feel your muscles clenching around him, your orgasm building.

You buried your face into his neck, moaning. “I'm close, Rick. So close.”

Rick's own need was reaching a crescendo. He wanted to prolong your pleasure, but his body demanded release.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you come around me.”

As if on cue, your body stiffened, your walls clenching tightly around him. A wave of pleasure washed over you, your back arching as you cried out his name.

Rick held your hips firmly, thrusting up to meet you, his own orgasm claiming him.

They rode the waves of ecstasy together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Your juices flowed freely, mixing with Rick’s seed as he filled you completely.

As their breathing slowed, Rick gently rolled you onto your back, his body still joined with yours.

He brushed the damp hair from your forehead, his eyes filled with adoration.

“You’re everything to me,” He whispered softly, his thumb tracing your cheek. “I love you. More than anyone could describe.”

Pressing a tender kiss to your lips, he pulled away and sat up, his gaze never leaving you. “Stay right here,” He murmured, his voice low and warm.

He disappeared into the bathroom, and moments later, he returned with a warm, damp towel.

Kneeling beside you, Rick was careful and gentle as he cleaned you up, his hands soft and attentive, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

Once finished, he tossed the towel aside and pulled the sheets over both of them, gathering her into his chest.

His lips brushed against your temple as he whispered, “You okay?” His hand rubbed slow, comforting circles along your back.

You nodded, a soft hum of contentment escaping you.

Rick smiled against your skin, his voice tender. “I’ve got you. Always.”

The world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the steady, protective beat of his heart beneath your ear.

Maybe he shouldn't have been so worried after all.

some more will be uploaded tmr <33

[coolpartytimefan]

You think I want this?

Requested by @severelybabykryptonite

[lasaraconor]

[cravingrickgrimes]

an angsty request:

reader and rick have been exclusive fwb for almost a year now. reader is annoyed that rick avoids the topic whenever the issue of becoming official comes up, and confronts him during a movie date night at rick's place. rick dominates reader roughly mid-argument, shutting him up and reminding who's boss.

(also another suggestion: post ur works on ao3, and make a masterlist too)

𝞋𝞎 ───────── “What was that?”

paring: rick grimes x male reader

summary: you and rick have been friends w benefits for the better half of a year. everytime you bring up becoming exclusive, rick dismisses you. you end up setting up a movie date to confront him.

word count: 1.1 k

warnings: extreme dominance, one shot, request post, rough rick, heavy smut, mlm

I never thought that when i starting fucking the infamous Rick Grimes i would catch feelings. But there i was sitting in his room waiting impatiently for Rick to burst through the door. I had called him an hour ago to meet me there to watch a movie. Of course i had a key, who wouldn’t? After a whole year of being friends with benefits he owed me at least that. Just as i was shifting through the available movies, Rick entered.

“Hey baby.” Rick liked to sarcastically flirt; it hurt so bad. I wanted that with him. I wanted to be his and his only. Sure we were exclusive, though that only meant we weren’t fucking anyone else, but i wanted more.

He never failed to look twice as better as he did the last time i saw him. “Hey, you haven’t got the best collection have you?” He slung himself next to me on the couch, legs sprawled open in the most suggestive way he could have.

“Don’t joke, you love my movies.” To that i only shrugged.

“Put a good one on.” I was so utterly enthralled by him that i could only sit and stare as his veiny arms fiddled through his collection. I knew why i wanted to be here with him today, yet with every second it became harder to see my goal clearly.

At every mention of becoming official, Rick basically ignored it entirely. It infuriated me to no end. It annoyed me so much that i was going to confront him about it there and then. But seeing—knowing—how his back muscles looked under his tight navy blue button up made my cock pulse with an intensity.

Ten minutes in you finally garnered what little courage you had. “Hey, Rick?” His face, which was previously nuzzled into your neck, turned to you.

“What is it?” Two large puppy dog eyes met mine and i almost forgot it entirely. He was dangerous. I wasn’t entirely sure that he didn’t know what he was doing when he looked at me like that, they basically screamed ‘suck me off’. In normal circumstances i would have given in.

“Why do you insist on ignoring us become official?” Those puppy dog eyes turned dark in an instant. He paused the movie and let out a large breath of air.

“I’m not ignoring you baby.”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Flirting with me when you don’t want me.” He stood up whilst anger seeped out of every morsel of his body. “I do want you, where is this coming from?!”

“It’s coming from weeks of being ignored every time i brought this up.” His nostrils flared and for a split second i thought he would grab my throat.

“I just don’t need this right now! Stop talking about it.” His voice sounded like a plea but his eyes told me it was a strict command, and disobeying would have dire consequences.

“I don’t fucking care you don’t get to just—“ Rick clamped his callused palm across my stunned mouth. For an odd reason, i didn’t dare move a muscle in what my brain through was a life or death scenario.

“I just fucking told you to stop talking.” He fumbled with his jean zip and i knew instantly what those dire consequences would be. I shivered at the way his cock was so hard it had a new size i had never seen. His thick, veiny dick was a beautiful pink, that in this light, looked like an angry red. “I’ll have to stop the words coming out your mouth then.” The charming, flirtatious Rick was gone and in his place a dominant, rough man emerged.

This had only happened once before. After he had his way with me, my ass burned for days and my mouth constantly tasted of semen. I knew if i tried to get out of this he would just fuck me harder. I should have known better than to not listen.

I submissively opened my jaw and softened the walls in anticipation for the large head about to enter. Instead, i got all seven and a half inches of Rick Grimes all at once. Whatever anger i had dissipated the moment he angrily got his cock out.

My throat gave me away, gagging the instant he rammed his uncut cock deep into my unprepared throat. I could feel the way his cock slid perfectly down my airway, shutting off any attempt i had of inhaling precious oxygen.

“Just how i like it.” I looked up from my pitiful position to see him grinning. He looked like my god and my worst nightmare at the same time. Both his hands moved to my he back of my head and forced his cock deep into me. Despite wanting to gag, i had no opportunity to. “Nipples. Now.” Understanding exactly what he meant, i moved my shaky hands to his large solid chest. His chest was so beautiful it gave me a few seconds of peace. The light dusting of curly brown hairs entranced me, along with the way the muscles in his chest made his pecs bounce.

My fingers began to play with his sensitive rosy nipples. He immediately shuddered under my practiced and precise touch, only making it worse for me. He began to go even rougher than before, with one hand under my chin and the other placed firmly on the top of my head to give him the most control. I couldn’t bear to look at him like this. Spit ran down my mouth in rivulets. It became hard to discern if it were my spit or his pre-cum.

Despite having no choice in the matter of his blowjob. I adored the way his large cock felt in every possible way, the large veins crawling from the base, the way it pulsed in my presence, and the warm sensation it emanated. In truth, if Rick did this to me every time we disagreed, i wouldn’t mind it.

I stared up at his rock hard abdomen. I studied the way his pubes came to a concentrated point that slowly went up to his navel. I wilfully grabbed his bare thighs and gripped tight.

“Baby—fuck!” His hand cupped my face and it told me, without words, to stare at him. I did so. I had completely forgotten about any argument we were having. The only thing i remember was my nose being buried deep in his kept pubes and enjoying it.

His semen slicked my mouth for a minute or so before he finally pulled his now soft cock out of my mouth. As soon as he did so, my mouth watered, dripping even more spit down my chin. I was a complete mess the only thing i knew to do was swallow his seed. He made me into his sex machine and i knew to obey.

“Now, what were you saying?”

“N-Nothing.” I slurred.

“Good.”

[erebus-th-blog]

Trying to draw rick

[ricktator]

[bella-fics]

I also have POTS and it’s one of my biggest concerns to imagine how hard it would be to survive in an apocalypse being chronically ill. I NEED ME A RICK 😭 love seeing a strong, protective man turn into the most gentle caring partner

chronically ill in the midst of calamity

living during the apocalypse is hard to begin with, it's even worse when you have an autoimmune disease like bambi. rick and bambi have been a couple since before the world fell apart, and they've found themselves in the worst conditions they've had to withstand so far. the longer she goes without proper hydration and nourishment the worse her symptoms are becoming. he's not sure how much longer he can take seeing her so weak (3,783 word count).

content warnings, but there's not much to warn about lol

f!reader, chronic illness!reader, established relationship, attentive!rick, caretaker!rick, season5!rick, bearded!rick, use of good girl, fainting/syncope spells, sister figure!michonne, mentions of death/violence, mentions of starvation/dehydration, this will follow the majority of the canon plot and include spoilers (but judith doesn't exist), let me know if i forgot anything x

my masterlist

i have POTS and i've daydreamed a lot about what rick would be like with a chronically ill gf. this is what i think he'd be like. also i basically just use the name bambi instead of y/n cause it gets annoying typing y/n over and over, so imagine her however you'd like :)

Rick was on edge. Not only were his insides gnawing at him for food, but the whole center of his universe, Bambi, was sick. Rick’s fingers absentmindedly combed through Bambi’s hair as he stared blankly at the ground. Her head was resting on his lap as she slept. His mind was trying to conjure solutions to get more supplies, or more importantly more food and water. Before the world went to shit the best way to help Bambi’s symptoms was for her to drink as much water as possible. She’d only had a few measly sips today and it was paying the price.

They didn’t have the medications she used to take for her condition anymore either, they had run out after a few months, and their only options to make her feel better were hydration and nourishment. She didn’t have either right now and hasn’t for a long time. Rick could handle the hunger and thirst, he would suffer through it if it meant Bambi had more food and water for herself. He had been lying to her and telling her he already had his portions when he was actually mixing his in with hers and only eating and drinking enough so his organs wouldn’t fail. Rick could handle starvation and dehydration. But he couldn't handle seeing Bambi so sick and weak.

Her face was now constantly pale and green with an unrelenting tremble in her limbs. Her body pains were nearly unbearable and she was having presyncope spells (the sensation of fainting or very nearly losing consciousness) multiple times a day. Rick was so worried he could hardly keep his cool, wanting to smash someone's skull in as if that would do anything, but he knew he had to keep calm for her sake. Rick wasn't the only one who was worried. Everyone in the group loved Bambi like family, and seeing her so vulnerable made everyone's already protective natures grow tenfold.

Bambi's head stirred on Rick's lap as the barn doors creaked open and Maggie called to the group. Rick rubbed his thumb gently on her head, encouraging her to keep resting.

"Everyone… this is Aaron," Maggie announces. At the sound of a stranger's name, Rick's head flew in the direction of the door. He quickly, but gently, lifted Bambi's head off his lap and rose to his feet while drawing his gun, "We met him outside, he's by himself. We took his weapons and we took his gear," Maggie reassures everyone as Daryl patted the man down. Bambi sat up curiously. Rick stood right in front of her, blocking her partially from view while Michonne stood on Rick's left. They made a collective barrier between the stranger and Bambi who was peeking around Rick's legs at the newcomer. Aaron looked around wearily as everyone in the group stared him down, making it clear if he even moved too quickly he'd be on the ground with a bullet in his head.

"Hi," Aaron said, his tone unsure and weary, "It's nice to meet you," he continued as he took a step in the direction of Rick, Bambi, and Michonne to shake their hands. Everyone flanked around him, clearly not wanting him any closer to Bambi. Rick lifted his gun with a threatening tilt of his head as if he was challenging him to move any closer.

"You said he had a weapon?" Rick asks Maggie, disregarding Aaron's greeting. As Maggie walked over to Rick to hand it to him, he holstered his gun, still standing protectively in front of Bambi. Rick inspected the gun before making a show of counting the number of bullets in the gun before tucking the weapon into the waistband of his jeans, "There somethin' you need?" Rick questions Aaron, his voice husky and intimidating.

"He has a camp nearby," Sasha speaks up, "He wants us to audition for membership," she says with a disbelieving glance towards Aaron.

"I wish there was another word. Audition makes it sound like we're some kind of dance troupe. That's only on Friday nights," Aaron jokes, trying to ease the crushing tension in the barn. Yet nobody so much as smiled. Realizing nobody was interested in small talk or jokes he shook his head slightly, "And it's not a camp. It's a community. I think you all would make valuable additions, but it's not my call. My job is to convince you all to follow me back home." he explains but nobody says a word. Rick was still staring at Aaron with an unruly gaze, "I know. If I were you I wouldn't go either. Not until I knew exactly what I was getting into," Aaron swallows nervously and looks over at Sasha, "Sasha can you hand Rick my pack?"

Bambi bristles slightly as Aaron uses their names, meaning he has been watching them for a long time, "Front pocket, there's an envelope." Aaron instructs as Rick kneels beside Bambi to look inside the backpack. Bambi leans closer to try to look inside the pack as well, "There's no way I could convince you to come with me just by talking about our community" Aaron acknowledged before motioning to the pack, "That's why I brought those." he says as Rick pulled out a yellow envelope. Bambi rested her cheek against his shoulder as he listened to Aaron explain things further, "I apologize in advance for the picture quality. We just found an old camera store last--"

Daryl cuts him off, "Nobody gives a shit." he says gruffly.

"You're absolutely 100% right," he says to Daryl before turning back towards Rick who had started to pull pictures out of the envelope, the images all fuzzy and low quality. The top one was a picture of tall, braced walls, "That's the first picture I wanted to show you because nothing I say about our community will matter unless you know you'll be safe."

Bambi glanced up at Rick, trying to decipher what he thought. Rick looked at her briefly before looking back down at the pictures, "If you join us you will be. Each panel in that wall is a 15-foot high, 12-foot wide slab of solid steel framed by cold-rolled steel beams and square tubing," Aaron continues to explain as Rick rises to his feet, resting a hand on Bambi's back so she wouldn't bump her chin on his knee or something as he stood up, "Nothing alive or dead gets through that without our say-so."

Michonne looks over Rick's shoulder at the pictures as Aaron continues to make his pitch. Everyone was glancing around each other as if trying to communicate telepathically, trying to tell if the others believed his story or not, "Like I said, security is obviously important. In fact, there's only one resource more critical to our community's survival. The people. Together we're strong. You can make us even stronger."

Rick glanced down at Bambi, then over at Michonne, before he started walking briskly towards Aaron who was still babbling on about the pictures. Bambi's eyebrows furrowed as Rick advanced towards Aaron, not entirely sure what he was doing, and then Rick swung hard, connecting his fist with Aaron's jaw. Bambi's eyes widened slightly as Aaron fell to the ground, knocked out cold.

"Why'd you do that?" Becca asks incredulously. He didn't even give Aaron a chance to finish explaining.

"We gotta secure him, dump his pack," Rick instructs Carl, "Let's see what this guy really is. Everybody else we need eyes in every direction. They're coming for us. We might not know how or when, but they are." Rick barks at the group. Bambi begins to rise to her feet and Rick immediately walks back over to her in two quick strides, "Sit back down, you don't need to be on your feet," he said firmly, gripping her arm to encourage her to sit back down. Bambi exchanged a glance with Michonne, who had sent her a meaningful 'talk to him' look.

"What if he's telling the truth?" Bambi asks Rick, staying on her feet even as he tries to force her to sit back down, "We gotta at least hear him out."

"Me and Sasha, we didn't see him. If he had wanted to hurt us, he could've," Maggie pipes up as well. Rick disregarded Maggie's words, snaking his arms beneath Bambi's thighs to lift her and walk her over to a nearby crate before setting her down on it and sending her a firm 'stay put' look.

"Anybody see anything?" Rick asks the group. Bambi glared up at him, even as he planted a kiss on the top of her head, seemingly not caring she was irritated with him.

"Just a lot of places to hide," Glenn says as he looks out one of the peepholes in the barn walls. Rick yanked over another small crate and lifted Bambi's feet to set them on it.

"Keep 'em elevated," he murmured to Bambi before turning back to Glenn, "All right, keep looking," Rick commanded before turning towards Carl who had been stifling through Aaron's backpack, "What'd you find?"

Carl hands him a flare gun, "Never seen a gun like that before," Carl mutters as Rick pops open the gun to see what type of ammo it holds. When he realized it was a flare gun his eyes darkened. Was this bastard waiting for the chance to signal his group so they could ambush them? That wasn't an option for Rick, not with Bambi so sick and weak. On good days she could hold her own just fine, but good days were few and far between for her now. Rick stalked over to Aaron. Maggie was holding a wet cloth against his head as he slowly came to.

"That's a hell of a right cross there, Rick," Aaron chuckles dryly, barely able to lift his head off the dirty floor of the barn.

"Sit him up," Rick says lowly, clutching the flare gun tightly in his hand.

"I think it's better if--" Maggie began to argue when Aaron cut her off.

"It's okay," Aaron mutters with a groan.

"He's fine, sit him up," Rick says again, not caring if Aaron is fine or not.

"You're being cautious, I completely understand," Aaron says after he sits up with another pained groan.

"How many of your people are out there? You have a flare gun," Rick says, holding the gun up so Aaron and everyone else can see it. Bambi shifts nervously on the crate, maybe Rick was right and this guy was trying to double cross them, "You have it to signal your people. How many of them are there?"

Aaron sighs, "Does it matter?"

"Yes. Yes, it does," Rick says, making it clear he wasn't asking. He needed to know how many people were out there.

"I mean, of course, it matters how many people are actually out there, but does it matter how many people I tell you are out there? Because I'm pretty sure no matter what number I say… 8, 32, 444, zero… no matter what I say you're not going to trust me." Aaron says decisively.

"Well, it's hard to trust anyone who smiles after getting punched in the face," Rick quips.

"How about a guy who leaves bottles of water for you in the road?" Aaron argued. Daryl looked back at the couple of water bottles they had found in his pack.

"How long you people been following us?" Daryl demands gruffly. It had been days since they found the container of water bottles in the road. Rick glanced back at Bambi briefly, mad at himself for not noticing they had been followed and possibly putting her at risk.

"Long enough to see that you practically ignore a pack of roamers on your trail. Long enough to see that despite a lack of food and water, you never turned on each other. You're survivors and you're people. Like I said, and I hope you won't punch me for saying it again, that is the most important resource in the world," Aaron emphasized and Rick stepped closer to him.

"How many others are out there?" he demands calmly.

"One," Aaron answers and Rick shakes his head with a slight smile, "I knew you wouldn't believe me. If it's not words, if it's not pictures, what would it take to convince you that this is for real? What if I drove you to the community, all of you? We leave now, we'll get there by lunch."

"I'm not sure how all of us are going to fit in the car you and your one friend drove down here in," Rick says, trying to poke holes in Aaron's story. Bambi nibbled on her bottom lip, feeling conflicted. This man seemed sincere, but after so long of watching your back it's hard to take what people say at face value. If they're lying it could end with someone, or everyone, getting killed. Not to mention Bambi could barely see or think straight, she could feel another fainting spell coming on.

"We drove separately. If we found a group, we wanted to be able to bring them all home. There's enough room for all of us," Aaron insists.

"And you're parked just a couple miles away, right?" Carol asks.

"East on Ridge Road, just after you hit Route 16. We wanted to get them closer, but then the storm came and blocked the road. We couldn't clear it," Aaron explains.

"Yeah, you've really thought this through," Rick mutters, still not buying it.

"Rick, if I wanted to ambush you, I'd do it here. You know, light the barn on fire while you slept, pick you off as you ran out the only exit. You can trust me," Aaron promises.

Bambi could feel her limbs starting to tremble more than they already were, her vision going black around the edges as her throat began to tighten. She shakily got off of the crate she was sitting on, not wanting to fall backward and bang her head when she fainted. Carl instinctively reached to help her sit on the ground.

"Dad it's happening again," Carl says urgently as Bambi begins to struggle to keep her eyes open and slouched against him. Rick's gaze snapped in Bambi's direction and hastily walked over to her.

He dropped to the ground beside her, instantly cradling her against his chest, "You're alright baby, I'm right here," he tried to soothe her as she began to hyperventilate. Her breathing often picked up before she passed out like her throat was tightening and limiting her airflow. She couldn't slow it if she tried, "Try to relax, I'm right here. I'll be right here holdin' you the whole time until you wake back up," Rick insists as Bambi's eyes involuntarily drift shut and her breaths puffed out in short staccatos. Rick's hand cradled the base of her skull while the other curled around her to keep her from falling off his lap.

"I'm trying," she gasps out, her voice strained, "Can't open my eyes."

"I know, it's okay. Just let it happen," Rick coos, his grip tightening as her body began to tremble more, another common occurrence before she passed out. Aaron watched the scene curiously, asking what was wrong with her but Michonne quickly shushed him. Maggie had already gotten up to grab one of the few bottles of water, knowing Bambi would need it when the spell passed. Bambi's body finally went limp in Rick's grip and he sighed shakily, readjusting his hold on her to feel the pulse on her neck. Feeling her heartbeat gave him comfort when this happened, a reminder that even though she was unconscious she was alive.

Aaron glanced around the room, looking for any understanding as to what was happening, but nobody seemed overly alarmed, as if this was a common occurrence. Maggie crouched down beside Rick, holding the bottle of water in her hands. "She's startin' to come back," Maggie mutters, noticing the change in her breathing. Rick glanced over at Aaron, making sure he hadn't moved, even though everyone else was still circled around the room watching him. Rick began to rub her back as she came to, her eyes opening slightly.

"Hey baby, everything's alright," Rick soothes her, kissing her forehead, "It's all done," he coos, "My brave girl," he whispered against her forehead for only Bambi to hear. When her eyes began to look a bit more focused Rick nodded at Maggie, who then held the water bottle up to Bambi's lips so she could take a few sips. Rick continued to mutter encouragements and soothing words into Bambi's ear, rubbing her back and gently massaging her scalp.

"I'll check out the cars," Michonne says now that Bambi seems more stable.

"There aren't any cars," Rick grumbled, sending Michonne a disapproving look despite his gentleness towards Bambi who was still leaning against him, taking a few more sips of water that Maggie offered.

"There's only one way to find out," Michonne argues with a determined glint in her eye.

"We don't need to find out," Rick snaps.

"We do," Michonne insists, "You know what you know and you're sure of it, but I'm not."

"Me neither," Maggie agrees from her spot beside Bambi and Rick.

"Your way is dangerous, mine isn't," Rick shakes his head, readjusting his hold on Bambi to keep her firmly against him.

"Passing up someplace where we can live? Where Carl can live? Or where Bambi can live without having to make herself sick? That's pretty dangerous," Michonne protested before standing straighter to show how serious she was, "We need to find out what this is. We can handle ourselves. So that's what we're gonna do." she said firmly, leaving no room for argument. Michonne glanced down at Bambi who was cradled against Rick, limp in his lap like she was too weak to move, before looking back up at Rick meaningfully. A silent reminder of her own concern for Bambi's health.

"Then I will too. I'll go," Glenn says. Rick shook his head for a moment, as if he was going to protest, then looked over his shoulder at Abraham.

"I'll walk with them," Abraham says, pushing off the wall of the barn to go over to Michonne and Glenn. Rick then turned to Rosita and she agreed to go as well.

"If there's trouble, you got enough firepower?" Rick asks them.

"We got what we got," Glenn sighs and Rick reaches behind him to grab Aaron's gun out of the waistband of his pants and handed it to Glenn without jostling Bambi too much, "The walkies are out of juice. If you're not back in 60 minutes we'll come. Which might be just what they want." Rick says as the group begins to leave the barn to keep watch outside for any signs of trouble. Rick carefully lifted Bambi into his arms and walked over to a measly pile of straw they had used for a bed the night before. He gently set her down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Try to get some shut eye okay? I'll be right here if it happens again," Rick murmurs soothingly, resting his hand on the side of her face. Bambi nods, lying down on the straw. She always felt exhausted after these spells. Rick made sure her shirt covered the expanse of her torso so the straw wouldn't itch her, making sure she was covered and as comfortable as possible before walking over to the door of the barn to peer out for any sign of danger.

"When the world was still the world, I worked for an NGO. Our mission was to deliver medicine and food to the Niger River Delta. Bad people pointed guns in my face every other week. You're not bad people. You're not going to kill us. And we are definitely not going to kill you," Aaron says.

"Just because we're good people doesn't mean we won't kill you," Rick mutters, still looking out the crack in the barn door, "If the five of them aren't back in an hour… I'll put a knife in the base of your skull," Rick said with an eerily calm tone of voice before shutting the barn door and walking over to his backpack. He had found some electrolyte packets a few weeks ago and had been rationing them for Bambi. As he dug through the bag only to find empty packets he sighed shakily, running his hand over his face. Taking them after these spells helped her bounce back quicker.

"I don't know if asking will earn me another punch in the face but… clearly your girlfriend isn't well," Aaron said hesitantly and Rick looked up at him, his eyes turning into a deadly glint, "I don't know what's wrong with her but from all the electrolyte packet wrappers in your bag I take it Gatorade might help her?" Aaron swallowed nervously, afraid he would somehow set Rick off, "There's a half-drunk bottle in my pack. I'm sure you saw it in there." Rick only looked at him, before grabbing Bambi's backpack to see if she had any packets left. Knowing Aaron had been following them, Rick was worried he knew that Bambi was sick and the Gatorade was a trick, "This isn't a trick. This isn't about trying to make you like me. I just want to help." Aaron insists. Rick sighs again and glances over at Bambi who is watching them with droopy eyes.

Rick rose to his feet and grabbed the half-drunk bottle of Gatorade off the crate they had used to put Aaron's stuff on before walking back over to Aaron and holding out the bottle in front of him with a raised eyebrow, "She's not drinkin' this until I know it's not poisoned or some shit. Take a sip," Rick says firmly. Aaron sighs and leans forward to take a swig of Gatorade. Satisfied Aaron didn't immediately die or spit it out after, he walked back over to Bambi and helped her sit up, "Drink this baby, it'll help you feel better," Rick encouraged, holding the bottle to her lips. As Bambi takes a few sips Rick kisses the top of her head, "Good girl."

"We have a big community. Medical supplies, medicine… we have the means to help her if you'd let us. You'd have your own place to live where she can be safe and regain her strength," Aaron tries to reason and Rick glances down at his watch.

"You got 43 minutes," he mutters before focusing back on Bambi who was sipping on the Gatorade.

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[dilfismz]

Carl: “What’s an orgasm?”

Daryl: “When you fold paper to look like birds and shit”.

Rick: “oh my god-“

[rickydoodahgrimez]

𝞋𝞎 ─────── 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

pairing: rick grimes x reader

summary: you go missing during a walker attack and you don't return until a few hours later, and a confrontation and confession later, you realise how much rick worries about you.

warnings: swearing, gore, violence, angst, yelling, descriptions of injury & blood and weapons use.

word count: 2.3 k

a/n: apart of my valentine's day special :)) hope you guys like it

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.

Was the only thing running through Rick Grimes’ mind in that moment. You, Rick and Carl entered the prison together after being on a run but the two of you seemed to have accidentally split up with him because of the sudden herd of walkers in the courtyard of the prison.

Kill after kill, he roamed his eyes around the courtyard, noticing Daryl, Maggie, and Glenn fighting off walkers, but you and Carl no where in eyesight.

Rick’s heart pounded as he swung his machete, taking down walker after walker that threatened him or his home. He couldn't see anything through the chaos, and he took down the last walker that blocked his eyesight of a few feet away from him.

And then he saw you.

You were killing any walker and that came close to you and Rick let out a sigh of relief once he saw you, still alive and fighting. But then dread washed over him when a saw a walker sluggishly walking towards you from behind, wanting to take it's bite.

And you didn’t even know.

He started to run towards you before quickly grabbing his Colt from his holder and shut the walker that was behind you. When you felt a bullet whizzing behind your head, you turned your head quickly, seeing the walker limp on the floor.

You turned your head back around, eyes furrowed until your eyes landed on Rick, a few feet away from you. It was like electricity crackling as both of you made eye contact.

“Thanks.” You called out, your lips lifting up in gratitude.

“Anytime.” He smiled back until his eyes drifted towards the opposite side of the courtyard, noticing the larger herd of walkers about to break in.

His face paled and he called out Glenn and Tyreese’s name who noticed the larger herd on the other side and started to run towards it.

He then called your name while killing some walkers, telling you to join them on the side of the courtyard, and that he will hold it off here.

You started to jog towards Glenn and Tyreese on the other side of the courtyard, when he suddenly shouted your name.

You turn your head, jogging backwards as he called your name. His eyes seemed to soften as he looked at you, despite the situation at hand. “Be careful.”

“You too, Rick.” You winked at him before running towards Glenn and Tyreese, Rick’s eyes following you.

Rick wanted to keep his eyes on you, make sure you were okay, but the onslaught demanded his full attention.

When the last walker fell, for what felt like hours later, it was sunset and Rick thought he would pass out from his sweat.

He hadn't seen you since he told you to join Glenn and Tyreese on the opposite side of the courtyard because of the coming herd.

Rick walked forward, the axe falling from his hand in exhaustion and he turned the corner, seeing everyone standing their safely, no bite or scratch on them.

He didn't notice the look of panic of their faces when he turned the corner.

Rick wiped the sweat and blood from his eyebrow, scanning over everyone until his eyes stopped on Carl.

Carl.

He let out a sigh of relief when he saw his son. He was fearing for the worst when he didn't see his son in that time period and he currently felt a bit of worry releasing from him, his shoulders slightly slumping in relief.

He drifted his eyes away from his son, his hand rubbing his stubble, mind blaring for a new plan. His eyes carried on roaming over everyone until he noticed something was off. Someone was missing.

You.

His jaw clenched and his eyes hardened, as he roamed his eyes over everyone again, to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating and you were actually there.

You weren't.

Rick felt his chest burning and he suddenly found it quite hard to breathe. His breath quickened, becoming shallow and uneven.

The world around him seemed to blur all around him, and all he could hear was the thunder of his own pulse.

Rick stumbled backwards and his eyes immediately snapped towards Tyreese and Glenn, who slightly hid behind his girlfriend in panic.

“Where is she?”

No one had to guess who he was talking about.

“Glenn.” Glenn cowered behind his girlfriend even more. “Where is she?”

Rick’s voice was low and dangerous, as if he would kill someone if he didn’t get an answer.

Glenn swallowed and slightly stepped out of his girlfriend’s shadow. “S—So, um, we were fighting off walkers and she kept on s—saying that—”

“Glenn. Where is she?”

Glenn cleared his throat and looked towards the ground in shame. “I don't know.”

The silence that followed made Rick's blood run cold.

You hadn’t meant to get separated from the others, but the walkers had pushed you further and further from the prison yard.

The fence had been compromised in one section, forcing you to retreat into the woods. Your breath came in sharp gasps as you ran, the sounds of pursuit close behind.

A fallen tree provided your salvation—you scrambled up its tilted trunk, using the height advantage to dispatch the walkers below.

But you couldn’t go back the way you came—too many of them still blocked the path.

“Shit.” You muttered, looking up at the darkening sky. The last traces of sunlight bled through the treetops, casting the forest in a blue hue.

You leaned back against the rough bark of the branch, the scratch of it biting through your jacket as you closed your eyes for a brief, stolen second.

The moans of walkers echoed below—low, guttural, and hungry, a chilling chorus that crawled up your spine.

Your chest rose and fell, breath tight and controlled, but your heart thudded hard against your ribs.

You could hear the crunch of decayed leaves, the snap of twigs as the dead shambled beneath your perch. Too many. And too close.

The wind shifted, carrying the foul stench of rot, and your stomach twisted. One wrong move and they’d know—every sunken eye, every broken jaw would turn up toward you, and then it’d be a matter of minutes until your death.

A sigh slipped through your lips, and despite everything—the danger, the exhaustion—your mind wandered. To Rick.

You could already picture that scowl of his, the hard set of his jaw if he saw you up here, cornered and reckless.

He always got so worked up when you did something ‘stupid’—whether it was running into a herd or flirting in the middle of a fight.

Poor Glenn. If he was with Rick right now, he was probably catching hell for letting you slip away.

“She’s where, Glenn?” You imagined Rick growling, eyes blazing. “Alone?”

A small, tired smile tugged at your lips.

“Sorry, Glenn,” You muttered softly. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

And with that, you closed your eyes once more, just for a second. Because there was no way in fuck you were dying and letting Rick win that argument.

The prison was deadly silent, the usual chatter replaced by an oppressive weight. Rick’s boots hit the floor in a steady, restless rhythm as he paced back and forth, his jaw tight and his hands flexing at his sides.

His eyes kept flicking toward the door, where it gave him a clear view of the gate, and towards the treeline beyond it, as if sheer willpower could make you appear.

“She should’ve been back by now,” He muttered, his voice rough and strained. “It’s been too long.”

Daryl, leaning against the wall with his crossbow resting in his arms, watched him carefully. “I get it, man,” He said, his voice low but firm. “But if we go out there blin’, we could just make it worse.”

Rick’s head snapped toward him, his eyes wild with frustration. “Worse? She’s out there, Daryl! Alone. If somethin’ happened—”

“You think I don’ care?” Daryl interrupted, pushing himself off the wall. “But you go chargin’ in half-cocked, you’ll get yourself killed. Or worse, lead the dead right to ‘er.”

Rick’s chest heaved, his hands curling into fists. His voice dropped, raw and ragged. “I��can’t—I can’t just stand here.”

Before Daryl could answer back, a shout rang out from the watchtower.

“Rick!”

Rick’s heart stopped—and then it bolted. He sprinted for the gate, his boots pounding against the cracked pavement. His throat felt tight, his voice rough as he barked out, “Open it!”

Glenn was already there, muscles straining as he yanked the gate back. “It's her!”

And then—there you were.

Bruised, battered, your clothes streaked with dirt and blood. But you were alive.

Rick froze, his chest heaving, his eyes burning into you. Relief crashed over him, so intense it almost knocked him to his knees.

For a second—just a second—he thought about running to you. About pulling you into his arms and holding you so tight you’d never slip through his fingers again.

But then, his body went rigid. His face darkened. And, without a word, he turned on his heel and strode back into the prison.

You blinked, your brow furrowing as you watched his retreating figure. “Rick—?”

“Go after him,” Glenn said softly, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. “He’s been pacing like a caged animal ever since you were gone.”

You didn't need to be told twice. Your legs ached, every part of you begged for rest—but you followed him, your boots echoing down the concrete hallway.

When you found him, he was in his cell, his back to you, pacing like a storm contained within four walls.

His shoulders were tight, his hands on his hips, his head shaking like he was trying to wrestle with the thoughts in his head.

You leaned against the doorway, your voice soft but firm. “Rick—”

“What the hell were you thinking?” His voice cut through the air like a whip as he spun around, his eyes blazing. “You could've died.”

You opened your mouth, but he never gave you the chance to speak.

“You—” He broke off, his jaw clenching so hard it looked painful. “You think you’re invincible or somethin’? Huh? You think I’m just supposed to wait when you’re out there alone and—” He raked his hands through his hair, his voice rising. “Do you have any idea—”

“I didn’t mean to worry you,” You managed, your voice low. “I had it under control—”

“Control?” Rick’s laugh was harsh, humourless. “You were covered in blood!” He was pacing again, his hands gesturing wildly. “You didn’t ‘have it under control’—you were lucky.” His voice cracked on the word, raw and frayed.

You stepped further in, your voice softening. “Rick—”

“No." He stopped, turning to face you, and the storm behind his eyes made your heart ache. “You don’t get to—” His chest heaved, his voice rough and trembling. “You scared the shit out of me.”

The anger cracked, and something deeper, rawer, bled through.

“I thought—” He swallowed thickly, his voice breaking as his hands clenched and unclenched. “I thought I was gonna lose you.”

The silence that followed was heavy, thick with everything he hadn't said yet.

His voice dropped, hoarse and stripped bare. “You—” He shook his head, his words a tangle of grief and love and everything in between. “I can’t—” His throat bobbed, his voice breaking. “I can’t lose you.”

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest. “Rick. . .”

But he kept going, like he’d held it back for too long and now it was just pouring out.

“I can’t—I won’t live in a world without you in it. You get that?” His eyes were wild, shining with something unspoken but devastatingly clear. “I’ve lost so much. Too much. But you—” His voice cracked, and he shook his head. “You’re everything. And I—I love you.”

It tumbled out of him, raw and unguarded, like it had been burning his throat for months, years, forever.

He exhaled sharply, his chest still heaving. “I love you,” He said again, quieter this time, but no less fierce. “And I—I didn’t know if you felt—” He broke off, his voice rough and uncertain. “I just—I couldn’t—”

You closed the distance in a heartbeat. Your hands cupped his face, and his eyes searched yours, wide and desperate. “Rick,” You whispered, your thumb brushing his cheek. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

His lips parted, his breath shallow, and before he could say another word, you kissed him.

It wasn’t soft—it was everything. Fear, relief, love—every ounce of feeling you both had locked away came crashing together in that single, desperate kiss.

His hands flew to your waist, clutching you like you might disappear, like holding you was the only thing tethering him to the earth.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested together, both of you breathless. You smiled softly, your voice a whisper against his lips.

“I love you too, Rick.”

His eyes fluttered shut, and a shuddering breath escaped him, like those words alone were holding him together.

His hands cradled your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as his voice—rough, soft, and wholly yours—broke the silence.

“You’re not running off alone again,” He said, his voice still firm but gentler now. “Not without me.”

A soft chuckle escaped you. “Guess you’re stuck with me, Grimes.”

His lips pressed to yours again—slower, but no less desperate. “Good,” He rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Right where I belong.”

And with the storm finally passed, he pulled you close, and he promises you that you—his world, his heart, and one of his reason to keep going—are safe in his arms.

[foxmovedout]

[mydreamyspace]

Rick and Daryl

[evrywhre-evrythng]

oh this one had a little kick to it

[goldenispunk]

[starsm00n]

Is he a scary man covered in blood? Or is he my baby girl? Spot the difference