#rick grimes x ofc

[mattmurdocksstarlight]

I was reading a Rick Grimes x ofc fan fic on ao3, “In The Way That We Rust” by larlar. But now I can’t find it. Does anyone know what happened to it?

I really adore that story😭

[trashpandafiction]

We Survive (1)

Summary: What happens when the Behavioral Analysis Unit comes across a situation they weren’t trained for? When the dead begin to roam the Earth, it challenges the BAU to something they’ve never dealt with before: the apocalypse. Along their journey for survival, they come across Rick Grimes and his group of survivors. Among the survivors is Jocelynn Russo, who thinks that the new group could be helpful to them. Things seem to go well until an unexpected enemy appears. Will Negan and the Saviors be the one thing to break the groups, or will they be able to defend themselves? All anyone knows is they have one common goal; to survive. Pairings: None yet. Word Count: 2,483 Warnings: None A/N: I decided to just start posting this story. I'm reworking the first 5 chapters and then continuing the story from there. Feedback is always welcome! The first chapter is mainly an intro but hopefully it's a good one anyway. If you’d like to be tagged in future updates, just let me know! Please do not redistribute my work without my permission! Reblogging is fine with credit in tact.

One - The Beginning

          No one was sure how much time had passed since all of this started. The whole team had just returned to Quantico when the outbreak hit. To keep as many government officials as possible safe, they were ordered to stay put until further instruction. The instruction never came, and eventually, some of the other workers started leaving to go find their families and take their chances with the undead. Eventually, the team decided to take their chances, and headed towards the next nearest safe zone, which was the CDC building in Georgia. Aaron Hotchner, Dr. Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, and David Rossi all packed what they could; loaded two SUV’s and headed towards the CDC.

          When they arrived at the CDC, the building was demolished, along with their confidence that there would be a safe place. They regrouped and headed out to try and find a place to stay. That became their entire way of life; finding a place to stay, waiting there until it became somewhere they needed to leave, and then they would move on. Some of the team members did better than others, but overall, they survived together. That was all that they could do in this new world that they were living in. Now they were headed to their next shelter, just trying to find a safe place to go.

          They walked down a Virginia road, not quite sure where they were or how long they would need to keep walking. They had lost their maps when they ran into a group that was less than friendly. Now supplies were low, and morale was lower. They had been through plenty, and when they saw a small cabin, that looked like it had been vacant for some time, their spirits were lifted a bit.

          Derek looked at the cabin and then turned to Aaron. “Looks untouched. There might not be any supplies in there, but that would be a place we could hole up for a few days until we refuel.” He said with a shrug.

          Aaron nodded, putting a hand on his gun holster. “Why don’t you and Emily check the perimeter? I’ll take Spencer, JJ and David inside with me, Penelope, keep an eye on the outside so you can let us know if anyone or anything comes to our camp.” Even after the world went to hell, Aaron kept a leader position. It was comfortable for everyone, and he knew that he could do it.

          The group headed towards the cabin, breaking off into small teams for their investigation while Penelope held the handgun she was given, and looked around to make sure that nothing came at the team. Derek and Emily went around opposite sides of the cabin to make sure that there were no traps outside, and no people, living or not, that could harm them while their backs were turned. They both had their guns drawn, carefully sneaking around the cabin.

          Inside the cabin, Aaron and JJ got the door open, and checked the inside of the room. Spencer held his gun, looking around the room with David, checking the corners and blind spots. The cabin was run-down, and there wasn’t much furniture, but there weren’t any squatters or undead in there either. The four of them moved around the cabin to check the other rooms to make sure there weren’t any surprises hidden from them.

          Outside the cabin, Derek and Emily had met back up in the front of the cabin, where Penelope was. They hadn’t found anything, so they waited for the signal to go into the cabin. Emily put her hands on her hips and let out a sigh. “Maybe we can stay here for more than a day or two.”

          “Under normal circumstances, I would highly suggest we wait for another opportunity, seeing as this cabin looks like plenty of our crime scenes.” Penelope said. “But, given out current situation, the place might as well be a Holiday Inn.” She added, putting her gun back into the back of her jeans.

          Derek crossed his arms and gave a half smile. “Better than taking our chances on the road again.” He said, earning a nod from both women.

          After a moment, Spencer poked his head out of the cabin. “We’re all clear in here.” he said, waving the other three into the cabin.

          Derek, Emily, and Penelope all followed Spencer into the cabin where David and Aaron were already trying to formulate a plan. They were low on supplies, and they were going to have to make a run. When all of them were in the room, Aaron looked over at the rest of the group.

          “There has to be a gas station or something nearby. If not, there could be nearby houses that might have something left over.” He explained. “We’re going to have to find some sort of food, water, and ammo if there is any, but since that’s unlikely, right now we need to focus on water and food because we need some sort of sustenance.” Aaron explained.

          “It’s unlikely that anyone would leave behind anything worthy of being taken, and even if they did, the chances of there being anything left after all this time are slim to none.” Spencer chimed in. “Our best chances are going to be finding some MRE’s or learning to hunt.”

          JJ looked at the doctor and smirked some. “Spence, I doubt that anyone out here has any MRE’s unless we come across a doomsday prepper’s house.” Everyone appreciated Spencer’s statistics when the time was right, but sometimes, he wasn’t sure when to bite his tongue.

          “We haven’t seen a town for miles, there must be one coming up in the other direction. Maybe we’ll have some sort of luck there, we could even find a camp.” Derek suggested.

          Aaron nodded and looked at Derek. “Why don’t you, Emily, and I go see what we can find?” he spoke up.

          “Shouldn’t we have more people out on the run?” Penelope asked, looking over at Aaron. She wasn’t volunteering herself, that was for sure, but she thought that three of them weren’t enough.

          “It’ll be easier to get in and out of situations with fewer people, three will be enough. We won’t be gone long, and we’ll make sure to get back before the sun goes down.” Emily said. “Are you sure you’re gonna be able to keep Rossi and Reid in check?” she joked.

          David smirked at the joke. “I’m sure the previous owners have a chess board around here somewhere. We’ll keep him busy.”

          Aaron, Derek, and Emily got ready to go out, making sure they had enough ammo and an empty bag in case they came across some supplies. As they were getting ready to leave, Penelope and JJ both took turns hugging each of them. Normally, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but with the world in the state that it was, no one was ever sure if their friends or family would return after leaving a camp or house. After saying some temporary goodbyes, Aaron, Derek and Emily headed down the road to find anything they could before the sun went down; a task that was easier said than done these days.

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          Jocelynn Russo was sitting on the porch of the house she stayed in with Glenn and Maggie Rhee. She worked on cleaning her gun as she waited for Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, and Glenn to come back from a run. She pushed a strand of hair out of her face and let out a sigh. There was something on the gun that just wasn’t getting off, and it was starting to agitate her a bit.

          “Son of a bitch.” She mumbled, shaking her head some.

          “That’s why I don’t bother with guns.” Michonne spoke up, stopping to check on Jocelynn while she did her patrol duty. She sat next to her and smirked some. “What’s the problem with this one?” She asked.

          She let out a sigh and shook her head again. “There’s something in there that just won’t budge.” She said.

          Michonne took the gun carefully and started trying to clean it out herself. Whatever was on there, it was really on there.

          “Do you think they ran into trouble out there?” Jocelynn asked as she looked at the gates of Alexandria. She had been with Rick’s group for almost a year now, after Glenn found her on a run. While the group were skeptical about taking on another person, she had proven herself to be a strong group member, and even became a close friend of Rick and the other members. Now when the group would go on runs, she would worry about them.

          “If they did, they’ll get out of it. They might have found another location to scout.” Michonne said before letting out an annoyed sigh. “I think this gun is just broken.” She said and looked over at her.

          Jocelynn smirked and nodded. “Maybe I’ll just convince one of the guys to try and clean it. Give ‘em a little ego boost.” She joked, earning a chuckle from Michonne.

          “I don’t think any of them need an ego boost. If anything, we need to tone their egos down.” Michonne joked back. When Jocelynn had first gotten to the group, Michonne seemed very guarded, and almost seemed against the idea of her staying. But in the time that she had been in the group, she and Michonne had grown quite close, and Michonne was someone that Jocelynn looked up to in this world.

          She laughed and shook her head, looking over to the gates as they were opened by some of the group members, and a truck and a smaller car pulled in. She let out a soft sigh of relief as she saw Rick, Glenn, and Daryl climbing out of the vehicles. “Speak of the devils.” She joked, putting her gun back together for the time being before she headed towards the guys.

          Daryl and Glenn started to help some of the other group members unload the truck and the car of the supplies they had found. Rick gave Maggie an explanation of what they had found, and how the run had gone. He touched her shoulder before heading towards his house, but when he saw Michonne and Jocelynn, he headed over to talk to them first.

          “Good to see that you made it back in one piece.” Jocelynn said with a smile.

          “We always do.” Rick replied with a smug smirk. “How’s everything holding up here?” he asked.

          Michonne gave a shrug before replying. “Other than Joce finding another reason to give up guns, I think we’re doing alright. I’m gonna go help Glenn and Daryl. It’s good to have you back.” she said, patting Rick’s arm before heading over to the truck.

          Rick raised a brow and looked over at Jocelynn with a grin. “Another reason not to use a gun?” he questioned.

          She let out a sigh and shook her head with a smile. “Well, I can’t use it if it refuses to be cleaned, now, can I?” she asked.

          “I guess you’re right. You know, I don’t know if anyone told you, but I do know a thing or two about cleaning guns. I might be able to look at that if you’d like.” Rick said, trying his best to keep a straight face.

          “No, no one told me that. I didn’t think that an ex-sheriff would be good with guns. If it wouldn’t be any trouble to you, I’d love you to look at it.” she smiled.

          “No trouble at all, ma’am.” Rick replied before smirking at her. He followed her to her house and sat on the porch with her to try and get the gun cleaned.

          Jocelynn would be lying if she said that she didn’t harbor any feelings for Rick. Ever since she had gotten to their group, there was something about him that made her feel safe. Maybe it was his law enforcement background, or the fact that he was a father, but whatever it was, she was happy to have it. It wasn’t like the feelings were unrequited by any means. There was something about her that drew Rick in as well. He wouldn’t admit it though because she was quite a bit younger than him. Plus, he wasn’t entirely sure if he was reading her correctly and didn’t want to make things uncomfortable for her by jumping the gun. Things were alright the way they were, and neither of them seemed to be in a rush to change that.

          “There we go.” Rick grunted, managing to get the clog out of the gun. He started to put the gun back together and smirked to himself.

          She looked at him and shook her head with a small grin. “I’m pretty sure you’re some sort of gun whisperer or something.” she teased.

          Rick handed the gun to her and smiled. “Yeah, maybe I was in another life.” He teased right back.

          “Well thank you.” She joked, taking the gun from him, and loading it back up.

          “You’re welcome, Miss. Russo.” he replied. Rick watched her load the gun and then looked over at the cars that were just now being moved back to their parking spots. The run had been fairly successful, and with their haul being added to what they already had, they would be good for at least a couple days before they would need to make another run.

          Jocelynn put her gun back into the back of her jeans and looked over at Rick. “As much as I’d like to bother you about how the run went, I’ve got guard duty to get to.” she said and stood up with him.

          He smiled and nodded. “Well, then I’ll see you later.” he said, giving her a nod before heading over to his house to check on his kids, Carl, and Judith.

          Jocelynn waved and headed over to the guard post where she had a watch shift until sundown. She climbed the ladder and took over duties from Abraham. She stood on the tower and looked out at the area around Alexandria. There were a couple walkers that were headed towards the gates, but the outer perimeter of wooden stakes would take care of them without a problem. All she really had to do was keep an eye on the perimeter and make sure that she was watching out for any threats. It was boring work, but it had to be done, and everyone had to do their part. Thankfully, the area had been pretty quiet, except for a few straggling walkers here and there, so they weren’t on high alert; although, if they knew what was coming in just a few short weeks, they would have made changes to their strategy.

 

[luusecret]

girls would see the most dirty, broken, musty, rude older man in a tv show and be like... let me put a bow on it real quick 🎀🙂‍↕️

[sweatyrickgrimes]

‘you belong to me, right?’

[artemiseamoon-ficart]

The world we no longer know

Under revision 💜 so new Moodboards!

AO3: Artemiseamoon

- editing and revising

- adding new scenes

- I don’t want to delete the fic, so I’m slowly editing as I can, chapter by chapter, while keeping it listed..below I’ll update which chapters are updated

- my A03 is open to account holders only, so you’ll need one to read this, again, I’m slowly editing it so not all of it is fixed yet

Chapters that have been updated so far…

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

Boards continued…

[kaizenwaus]

five hundred sixteen days gone

The worn off denim did nothing to protect the woman's knees from the sand and small stones that made the gravel adorning the forest's ground, not even shifting her weight from one knee to another would ease the pain of her skin fighting not to break. Although all the stinging on her skin and burning on her muscles was nothing compared to the fear and uncertainty that surrounded the clearing.

Everything was... Perfectly set for this exact moment. Almost as if they had taken their time preparing this area for this. The woman could imagine the bald man with the thick mustache cutting down trees that morning, meanwhile the blond man with the burnt face cleaned everything off as well as he planned how to lure the group to this location. Then one of them had to tell the rest of their friends about the place and the time to meet up, and they had to decide the formation of all their vehicles and the armed men. If that had been the case, they did a good job. The scene was, in fact, quite... Intimidating.

The group of survivors, sinners of innocence and naivety, were on their knees, forming half a circle in front of the motorhome that Eugene had been driving just minutes ago. There were also a couple of cars and other vehicles on the sides, their headlights dazzling the survivors and their engines loud in contrast to the silence of the night.

Behind them stood the army of men and women that called themselves the Saviours, each of them holding a firearm if not two. In front of them there were only three men: the bald man with a distinctive mustache, the blond dude with a burnt face, and... The man. The boss. The leader. Negan himself.

He looked just like Sierra had imagined him: disgustingly smug. He wore dark pants, with a leather belt hanging way too low to be comfortable. It was a cold night, so he also wore a leather jacket with a red scarf around his neck. All of this paired up with leather boots and his weapon of choice: a baseball bat.

This bat, whose name was Lucille (as the man had introduced her), had barbed wire around the top of it, which seemed kind of useless against the undead but was incredibly painful for the living.

Eenie...

After introducing himself and the bat, the man explained the reason why they decided to meet up on this beautiful starry night. He paced from one end of the line of survivors to the other, swinging his bat around as he talked and talked and talked...

The survivors were sweating, the bravest ones looking around frantically to find a way to get out of this situation, but the man did not even let them finish a thought as he laughed loudly or got too close to someone with Lucille.

Meenie...

It was nauseating how free and careless he was, walking around as he sang this stupid little song for kids. Even though he was intimidating, Sierra truly questioned if the man was capable of killing one of them randomly. Deep down she thought this was just his little show, that his random pick was going to be a core member of the group: Rick, Daryl, Michonne, or even herself, she thought. There was also the possibility that Negan only wanted to weaken the leader by killing someone close to him: Carl or Michonne.

Would he really pick someone randomly?

Miney...

Sierra wanted to think a human would not be able to murder someone in cold blood, without a true motive. There was a motive, denying it would be straight up lying, but there were a fair amount of people in this line up that did not participate in said killing.

Questioning human behavior in the context of a literal zombie apocalypse was somewhat difficult if they were trying not to be hypocrites too, so maybe he was going to do as he said. Maybe, as he sang and as he pointed randomly at different survivors he was truly picking someone to kill. Maybe, for him this was just a game.

Mo...

The wielder of the named bat stood in front of Carl, causing everyone to cringe at the thought of the teenager becoming this psychopath's victim. But they were able to breathe again as the man continued his game – ironically, considering that if Carl was not the one tagged then the odds of being of them just rose.

Catch...

Rosita.

A tiger...

Rick.

By...

Eugene.

His toe...

Daryl.

My mother...

Michonne.

Told me...

Glenn.

To pick...

Aaron.

The very best one...

Maggie.

And you're...

Sierra. Negan left his bat staring at the blonde for a few more seconds than anybody else before her, he even bent down to stare right at her, taking in the hateful look the woman was giving him. Without breaking eye contact, the man smirked, winked at her and took blind aim with his bat as he sketched the last word of his song: it.

Abraham.

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything..." the man started speaking with a smirk on his face after he looked at who Lucille had chosen, slowly and almost teasingly walking away from the blonde woman to face his victim "Cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we'll start"

The bravery and strength with which Abraham presented himself to his soon-to-be murderer was highly admirable. The red-haired man refused to be submissive to the man's inflated ego, he could not forgive himself if his actions fed that man's grotesque and disgusting attitude. Much to Abraham's dismay, this façade only made Negan both flattered and challenged, making him want to prove what he could be able to do. To prove how much of a cold-blooded killer he could be. How much he truly did not care about their lives and only about what they could do for him.

"You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry..." the man chuckled, firmly gripping his beloved bat and lifting it up slowly "Hell, you're all gonna be doing that"

Abraham was standing straight, subtly giving his most recent lover the hand signal they had translated to "I love you" as she silently broke down before everyone. On the opposite side, his ex-girlfriend could not even watch the scene. Watching the man she had learnt to love standing tall on his knees, keeping eye contact with the monster that was about to end his life. Not everyone was able to watch, it was not only Rosita (his former partner) that looked away into the distance as tears streamed down her face. Others, who were not as close to Abraham as Sasha (his lover) was, also dared to watch as Negan cruelly attacked the man.

Gasps, sobs, cries... Those were the noises that took over the crickets as the bat was smashed against Abraham's skull. The echo of the hit was painful, you could almost hear the metal spikes digging into his skin, the blood gushing down his face, Abraham's incoherent mumbles as he tried to speak his last words: "Suck... My... Nuts"

Negan laughed at him before hitting him again, this time harder and leaving him on the ground. He even taunted him, repeating his last words as he looked to his followers to further enjoy his mockery of the victim. He hit him again, and again, and again, and again... He fully raged at the corpse, letting all his anger out on the innocent man's man until his red hair was too faded with the blood to point it out. In Negan's head, this was his revenge for all the Saviors Rick's group had murdered.

If the roles had been reversed, Sierra would not have considered this enough of a punishment. But her perspective of the situation could not let her think too much about it, at least rationally. Her mind was occupied by the little drops of blood that had fallen on Rosita's face, or how Sasha just had to witness the death of her lover very much like she had to a few years ago (without all the cruelty, surely).

The violence and helplessness surrounding the scene were too overwhelming for the woman to be able to have any other thoughts that did not involve wishing for Negan's death or planning how to murder him and his entire group. It was not only overwhelming for her, but also for everyone and everything around her. It was visible, palpable... So noticeable that not even the undead (or walkers, as Sierra had grown accustomed to call them) dared to approach the small clearing in the forest. Not even the walking dead dared to interrupt Negan's moment, his superiority and control over everyone else scarily good as well as incredibly infuriating.

Sierra's stomach was growling in disgust, her breath going faster, her heart pumping what felt like lava in her chest... She bit her tongue, pinched the skin on her wrists to keep herself from fighting back or talking back to him.

"You guys, look at my dirty girl!" the man yelled, showing off his bloody bat and swinging it around in the air – bits and pieces of Abraham's something flying off, until he just pointed the weapon at Rosita, who still could not dare to look at it "Sweetheart... Look at this"

Her eyes were fixated on the red tinted gravel, too shocked to even register tha taunting words of the man responsible for it. Negan enjoyed the state she was in, he watched her and smiled at how miserable she was and how powerful that made him, continuing his tormenting: "Oh, were you together? That sucks!"

Each word that left his mouth was one more log of wood thrown into the fire growing within Sierra. Her chest was growing tighter, her heart pumping faster and her skin getting hotter... Her whole body became a bomb, the clock showing how many seconds until it exploded being each and every word Negan directed towards her friend.

"But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this" he laughed.

Ten seconds. Ten more cruel words is all she needed...

"Red -- and hell, he was, is, and will ever be"

The blonde woman growled in an animalistic way as she jumped off the ground and lunged towards the man, grabbing him by his crimson scarf to hold him in place and punching his face with her other hand. She was fisting the scarf so hard that he did not even move one inch, his neck and jaw taking all the pain and movement. Before she could land another hit, two of his men grabbed her from behind and pulled her away from him, attempting to tackle her to the ground.

Attempting.

Sierra managed to avoid being immobilized by the two Saviours, pushing and punching them until one of them was knocked out by the motorhome and the other one was in a headlock.

She heard Rick calling her name as a warning, while Negan frowned at her in pure and raw anger. He huffed, and she watched. Everyone watched, holding their breaths, as Negan and Sierra stared at each other in a silent war.

"Let him go" a man behind her talked as she felt a crossbow she knew too damn well pressed against the back of her "Or this will be the last thing you do"

She looked briefly towards her found family, all of them scared of what was about to happen to either them or her. It was Carl that slightly nodded to her, letting her know that the best thing she could do right now is listen.

Very slowly, she let go of the man and raised her hands in the air. The man walked away from her, holding his neck in discomfort, meanwhile the man behind her kicked the back of her knee and grabbed her hair to make her look up at Negan.

"Who do you think you are?" he spat angrily at her, almost in a whisper.

"Your worst fucking nightmare" she smirked.

As soon as those words left her mouth, she was hit by the consequences of her own actions. Lucille collided against her cheek with almost superhuman strength, breaking her skin with the force of impact and the barbed wire dragging against her flesh. It was such a strong blow that Sierra fell to her side, barely managing to collect herself with her hands.

"That!" Negan spoke to the rest of the group while pointing at the injured woman with his bat "That is a no-no! That whole thing! Not one bit of that shit flies here!"

His words reverberated against her skull as her heartbeat moved to the bleeding wound on her face, her whole vision turning red and in her ears growing an uncomfortable ringing. Someone close to her, probably the man that threatened her with Daryl's crossbow, dragged his unconscious colleague away from the motorhome – thus leaving a clear path for Sierra to crawl under the vehicle and hide as Negan ranted.

"Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with... But I'm a man of my word. I already told you people, first one's free, then what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down!"

Sierra was halfway under the motorhome when someone dragged her out by her ankle, exposing her torso and dragging her skin against the gravel. The man turned her around, making her face him as he pointed the crossbow to her head. She blindly tried to cover her face, her hands clumsy as her vision was deprived of focus and other colors beside red, still she was able to see the blond man with a burnt face speaking to her: "Where do you think you're going?"

"Please..." she whispered, struggling to speak as her mouth filled up with her own blood.

"You've got guts, lady" Negan looked down at her, before turning to the blond man "Dwight, load her up, I like her"

The man, now known as Dwight, grabbed the woman by her hair and dragged her towards a black van. She kicked her legs and yelled in pain, in way too much pain to try to put on a façade in front of the Saviors. In a desperate attempt to avoid being taken, she went to grab... Something. Her left hand flew to the floor, trying to grab some kind of anchor that would keep her from being abducted.

But it was the anchor that found her. Glenn's hand went over hers and gave her a reassurance squeeze, too fast to be noticed by anyone else besides them. She knew what it meant. She knew it was a silent promise, an oath to her that she would not be held against her will too long – and he was going to make sure of that.

Dwight threw her in the back of the van rather aggressively, making her whole body ache more (if that was even possible). She used the last bit of her strength to lunge towards him, but her fist was met by the van's doors being closed right in front of her.

"Feisty, just how I like them" she could hear Negan talking to her people, dwelling on his own gain and the group's loss of a great asset "She's mine now, so... Back to it!"

Sierra only managed to hear a loud thud, similar to the sound of Lucille crashing against Abraham's skull, accompanied by gasps and a woman crying out: "No!"

She hit the van's doors in frustration, hearing the suffering of her friends combined with her own physical pain becoming too much for her, until she eventually felt herself give up to the blood loss and overstimulation. Her knees got weaker and she could no longer hold herself up, her stomach growled as her chest heaved, her heart finally relaxing and her face going numb. She brought her hand up to her open wound, feeling the wetness and roughness of blood mixed with gravel against the tips of her fingers – perfect cocktail for an infection, she thought.

Her back was resting against the van's walls, feeling how they vibrated from the noises coming from outside. She tried to fight off the tiredness that overcame her, but her eyelids seemed to have grown independent from her brain's orders. Slowly all the tension left her body as she felt herself weighting more as she let go... Pain and life threatening anemia made her shut her body down to a comatose state, the last words she was able to register from outside echoing through the van's walls:

No exceptions.

[zombiigrll]

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everyone knew you were clumsy. you'd always have to be with someone, no matter what. that's how much people worried about you.

there had been plenty of times where you had been close to getting bit, and if you were alone, you would've been bit.

but now, you and your group were back on the road after the prison had fell. you all met up at a terrible place called terminus, and almost died if carol wouldn't have shown up. it was dangerous, and terrifying. but you had carl on your side, as always. he was the person who had saved you so many times. he was like your personal bodyguard.

you guys had eventually ended up at a church with a priest named gabriel. you felt uneasy being there. gabriel seemed, well, unstable. rick saw it too, telling carl to keep his guard up.

but after a while, everyone was inside the church, laughing and having fun.

you spot bob walking outside, which catches your attention instantly. no one else really seemed to notice, so you turned over to carl.

"i'm gonna go outside."

"do you want me to go with?" he asks, immediately sitting up.

"no, it's fine. i think i saw bob go out there. i wanna go check on him." you smile at him, standing up and walking over to where you saw bob go.

but when you stepped out, he was nowhere to be found.

"bob?" you called out, walking forward a bit more as you looked around for him. "where'd you go?"

you walked a bit further, leaning your arm on a tree as you looked past further into the distance, searching for any sight of bob.

but, to your luck, you were snuck up on. you heard a growl to your side, where your arm was leaning, and then a pain shot through your forearm.

you let out a loud shriek as you fumbled for your knife, stabbing the walker who was still attached to your arm in the head. you kicked him off, breathing heavily.

you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest.

you glanced down at the walker who was now laying dead on the ground, gripping tightly on your knife as you processed what had just happened. you lifted up your pained, bleeding arm.

"no... no, oh, my god." you dropped your knife and began wiping away the blood that was profusely leaking out of your fresh bite wound. "shit..."

you stared at your arm for a moment, attempting to catch your breath while watching your own blood drip onto the floor beneath you.

the doors to the church busted open, snapping you out of your daze. carl, rick, and michonne stood at the door, staring at you.

carl stepped a bit closer. "what happened? are you okay-" he stopped as he spotted your arm. his face fell flat and his eyes widened.

"it snuck up on me.." you quietly and breathlessly responded, tears falling from your agonized face. "i was looking for bob."

rick runs up to you as he realizes you had been bit. he grabs your arm, his face a bit panicked as he starts speaking. "we have to cut it off."

"no!" you tugged your arm away from his grip, holding your arm from him. "we don't have the stuff for that!"

"stop yelling." rick sternly ordered, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. "let's go inside. i'm sure gabriel has the stuff for it."

you anxiously nodded, stepping toward the church with carl by your side.

"i'll get gabriel." michonne said, walking towards his office. "find somewhere for her to sit."

you take a seat in one of the rows, still holding your arm tightly.

"what the hell happened?" glenn asks, quickly walking over to the three of you with maggie by his side.

"she got bit." rick runs a hand through his hair. you look to your side and spot carl, just staring blankly, his expression the same as when he first saw your bite just moments before. he was speechless, and afraid.

you held your arm tighter as the pain increased, blood seeping through in between your fingers as you clenched your jaw. your breathing was progressively getting more and more ragged and uneven the more you panicked.

"i don't want you to cut my arm off.." you protested, your voice high pitched and wobbly. you closed your eyes tightly, a few tears falling from your eyes.

"we have to." rick shook his head. "otherwise you'll become one of them."

"i don't care." you sobbed, gripping tighter and tighter onto your arm. "i can't do it. i probably wouldn't survive either way, we don't have proper stuff for it." you could tell it was difficult for them to understand what you were saying through your sobs. "i just want to wait it out."

rick eyes widen, along with everyone else who were crowded around you.

carl finally steps closer, grabbing your other hand tightly. you could spot tears falling from his eyes. "please, y/n. i'll be with you, it'll be okay. please i.. i can't lose you."

you looked up at him through your lashes, pressing your lips together. "i can't, carl. i can't."

...

they had moved you to one of the rooms in the church that had something you could lay on. they tied your wrist to a pole and stood in the room with you.

you could barely keep track of what was happening. you genuinely felt fine, besides the side effects from losing blood.

"can you wrap my arm up..?" you requested. the tickling feeling of your blood dripping down your arm becoming too much, and you also wanted to test if that was what was making you feel sick.

being immune wasn't even a thought in your head yet. but you were just creeped out about not having any of the same side effects that anybody else had when they'd gotten bit. you were sweating, but you weren't feverish, that's just how the weather always was.

"yes, of course." glenn grabbed a thing of gauze out of his bag, going up to you and carefully but tightly wrapping it around the bite. he also grabbed a nearby rag to wipe the access blood that had been dripping off of your arm.

"...thanks." you sighed, looking away from everyone.

they were all just staring, waiting for something to happen. but nothing was. the awkward silence and suspense was killing you. you saw the sun starting to come up through the window, which means it had been quite a few hours since you had gotten bit.

you've seen people last a day, maybe the tiniest bit over a day, but you noticed that they always had obvious symptoms by now. and you still didn't.

you blew a raspberry, looking around the room. ".. i don't feel anything."

"what?" carl squinted in confusion, his voice still a bit brittle from crying. "like, you're numb?"

"no, like.. i don't feel any symptoms of turning." you laughed at how idiotic your sentence probably sounded to everyone.

"so, you're saying you're immune?" carls voice changed from being upset to just pure confusion.

"i don't know." you shrugged, tapping your foot on the hardwood floors. "i seriously don't know what's going on. the only time i felt sick was when it first happened and i saw my blood dripping. i feel fine right now, a little lightheaded, but i think thats from the bloodloss."

"look, theres no such thing as being 'immune.'" rick shook his head at your statement. "it might just be.. taking a while to settle in."

"dad, can you have a little faith?" carl turned to rick, glaring slightly at him before turning back at you. "i believe you."

everyone else seemed really skeptical about what was happening, exchanging confused looks with one another.

"we'll keep her in here for a little while, alright? if she still doesn't feel anything by tonight, then we'll untie her." rick sighed, looking down at you. you had been with everyone since the start, being there when carl reunited with rick and everything, so you could sense everyones panic when they first saw you get bit. and now, you could sense their pure confusion. people in our group have gotten bit before, but they'd show signs almost immediately.

"i can stay with her if you guys want to leave." carl said, sitting down right next to you. "i'll let you know if anything happens."

everyone agreed and left the room.

you laughed to yourself, looking over at the door.

"are you okay?" carl asks, looking at you anxiously.

"i'm fine." you turned your head over to look at him. "this is just so fucking weird. and we don't even know where bob went. i'm so confused right now. nothing is making sense." you let out another light laugh, shaking your head in honestly disbelief.

"maybe you're the chosen one." carl laughs, smiling at you. "i really hope you're being honest. i.. i don't think i can handle losing you."

you look at him with a lopsided smile, happy to hear how much he cared. "i wouldn't lie to you about this. i genuinely don't feel sick at all. i mean, i feel gross, but not in a 'i'm dying' way. more in a 'i just got my arm bitten into' way." you tried to make light of the situation, despite being terrified. carls expression stayed a bit worried. "..sorry, not funny. i don't want to lose you either carl. you're the best thing to ever happen to me, you know?"

his concern turned into a smile at your words. he leaned forward and hugged you tightly. all you could do was put your hand on his back, due to your other hand being tied up still.

"i love you." he mumbles into your shoulder.

you laugh, leaning your head on top of his. "i love you too."

...

a while passed, yet you still felt perfectly fine. your arm felt odd though, of course. you had been bitten into after all.

carl stayed by your side, telling you stories and just conversing with you to keep your mind and his off of the whole situation while everyone was out searching for bob.

you moved your arm up to your tied up one, itching at your tight bandages. “i want these off…” you dramatically complained.

���we should probably check on your arm anyways. even if you feel fine, there could still be something messed up with your arm.” carl says as he rotates his body towards your arm, carefully untying your arm looking at you for permission.

you nod, and he proceeds to take the bandage off. the teeth marks had dark bruises and dried blood around them, and your veins were darker and more apparent around the bite. it looked unreal.

you quickly looked away from the wound, shuddering. “holy shit.” you closed your eyes tightly.

you could hear carl stumble over his words as he tried to figure out what to say. “i… it… is it supposed to- um.. look like that?” he let out a nervous laugh, moving his hand to comfort yours.

you returned the nervous laugh, looking back at the bite momentarily. "i don't- i don't think so?"

your body was violently shaking, unsure what to do or what was going on. would you still need to cut your arm off? or would it still be fine, despite looking like that? you knew that you'd have to hide your arm for.. well, ever, if you decided not to cut your arm off. it could cause so many different issues if people outside of your group found out.

carl proceeded to grab anything he could find to clean your wound, as well as new bandages. you two sat in silence as he carefully cleaned your arm, the only sound being your light winces of pain as he applied the antibacterial ointment he luckily found.

he wrapped your arm back up and planted a quick, soft kiss onto your bandaged wound, looking back up at your flustered face with a smile afterward.

your face was hot, and you quickly averted your eyes away from his out of embarrassment.

he put his hand on your cheek and kissed your forehead, then pulled you into a hug right after. "i'm so glad you're okay."

you were shocked, but let out a flustered giggle before returning the hug. "thank you.." your smile kept growing and growing. then, the words "i love you." finally left your mouth.

he broke the hug and looked at you shocked, but then his big smile came back. "i love you, too, angel."

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[kelthebarb]

the dark

pairings - carl grimes x fem!reader

genre - fluffy smut, slight angst in the beginning

warnings - p in v penetration, use of pet names ??(baby, mama, love, pretty girl), dirty talk, praise, carl’s a bit ooc, kissing, cussing, CARL & READER ARE 19!! (during the 6 year timeskip, if carl was still alive)

request: anon - ik you haven’t done any fanfics but can you do a carl grimes x reader? smutty ofc 😏😏 but the reader is laying in bed in the dark and carl comes through the window and then they fuck cus yk straight to the point 🤭. but he calls her “mama” bc ahhhh carl saying mama is my new hyperfixation 😁 anyways-

a/n: OOOH LORD, stop it y’all makin me act uppp 😭😭 anyway absolutely, carl calling you mama? BRO.

-

y/n laid on her bed, only half asleep. she hadn’t been able to completely shut her eyes since the bridge blew up with rick on it. she had stood there, right in front of carl to stop him from running towards it. she felt terrible, she herself was crying. watching carl break down and almost beg her to let him help his dad, to go save him from the flaming pit of walkers. even if it had been a few months, and carl had seemed to get a little better, she still lied awake at night, his face and the way he clung on to her while crying later that evening haunting her.

a few taps on her window were enough to startle her out of her train of thought. she jumped up and turned her head. somewhat hiding in the bushes, she recognized the silhouette of a sheriff’s hat and long hair that fell to the man’s shoulders. she scoffed and walked over to the window, opening it and taking the hat off his head.

“carl, what’re you doing? it’s late as hell,” she asked, crouching to meet his eye.

“couldn’t sleep. can i come in? i don’t wanna look like a creep, staring at a girl through her bedroom window,” carl said.

“isn’t that what you were just doing?”

“not necessarily.”

y/n chuckled and opened her window up as far as it would go, making there enough room for carl to slip through.

“quiet! i live with people! you’re gonna wake them up, dingus!” y/n whisper-shouted at the boy, who had just almost fallen straight to the floor.

“sorry,” carl grimaced. once he was through the window, he took his hat off of y/n’s head and kissed her lips.

“you sure you couldn’t sleep? or did you just wanna see me?” she asked, resting her hands on his midsection.

he pretended to think for a second, “both.”

he leaned down a bit too kiss her again, one hand on her hip and the other cupping her jaw. the kiss became heated, y/n standing on her toes to get closer to carl. the two started stumbling to her bed, almost tripping over themselves as carl laid her down on her back. he continued to kiss her lips, then moving down her jaw to her neck. he littered it with little purple marks - they’d definitely be noticeable in the morning.

she quietly hummed at his actions, entangling her hands in his hair. carl stopped for a second, lifting his head to admire his work. he chuckled, going back up and kissing y/n’s forehead.

“i love you,” he said, resting his head on hers.

“i love you, you little tease,” y/n giggled, smacking his arm playfully.

“is that so?”

“mm-hm,” y/n hummed with a smile on her face.

“well,” carl got close to her ear, “say the word and i’ll stop teasing.”

y/n’s breath hitched. she clenched her thighs together, trying to get any kind of friction. she looked up at carl with big eyes and whispered, “please.”

carl smiled, dipping his head to kiss her again. he undid the buttons on his flannel, tossing it to the floor next to the bed. y/n slipped off her shirt as quickly as she could. carl tugged at the waistband of her sweatpants, sliding them down her legs. he leaned up over her, unbuttoning his pants with his right hand and his left on the pillow right above y/n’s head for support.

his jeans were soon on the floor along with the rest of their clothes. carl could tell that y/n was getting impatient; she was rubbing her thighs together desperately.

“hey, baby, only a little longer,” he said, spreading her legs apart. “just take off your bra for me, yeah?”

y/n nodded, lifting her back a bit to unclasp it. she threw it to an unknown spot, not even caring where it went.

carl chuckled, “eager, aren’t you, mama? you want me inside you? want me to fuck you dumb?”

y/n whined in response, becoming a bit annoyed at carl’s lack of initiative at the moment. carl smirked and tilted his head to press more kisses to her neck. she moaned softly, practically begging him to stop it and just fuck her.

“didn’t you say no more teasing?” y/n asked, pouting. he kissed her lips, biting them a little so she opened her mouth with a gasp. he shoved his tongue over hers, lapping at it with desperation.

he pulled away, breathing heavily. “sorry baby, you just look so cute when you’re needy.”

he pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring out. y/n had seen it a few times before, but it never failed to surprise her.

“lift your hips for me, love?” carl asked, tapping the side of her hips as she elevated them. “there we go, that’s my girl.”

carl slid himself in, her slick making it easy to do so. he groaned loudly as she clenched around him, hiding his face in the crook of her neck to shut himself up. he panted loudly in her ear, kissing her cheek while waiting for her to adjust.

“you okay, mama? can i move now?” he asked.

“yeah, please,” she breathed. carl started off slow, going deep and drawing long moans from y/n.

“you gotta be quiet baby, we don’t wanna get caught,” carl whispered. he went a little faster, making y/n dig her nails into his back. carl lifted his head to look at her, enjoying the way her face scrunched up with each thrust.

she noticed him looking and immediately turned red, she lifted her hand to cover her face, but carl moved it.

“nuh uh pretty girl, i wanna see you,” he said, connecting his lips with hers again. he shoved his tongue back into her mouth, swallowing her noises. his cock twitched when her hands went up his back to tug on his hair. he reached his hand down and started rubbing her clit.

y/n was close, she could feel it, but carl’s mouth felt too good on hers that she couldn’t form a coherent sentence. she came without warning, surprising carl entirely.

“yeah? only made you cum once and you’re already fucked out, baby,” he said, thrusting harder. he got louder as his climax neared.

“i’m- fuck, i’m gonna cum,” he whimpered with his forehead against hers.

“inside! d-do it inside, please,” y/n gasped as he hit her sweet spot over again. she felt him spill his cum inside of her, groaning as he pulled out.

“c’mon love, let’s go shower.”

[normanreedusdaryl]

Losing it.

Rick Grimes x Daryl Dixon x Female!OFC

18+

Age gap (reader is 19 Daryl/Rick are late 40's), Slightly pervy, masturbation (F/M), CNC, some fluff, mentions of piss, cunnilingus, sex +more, so please read with caution

Synopsis: After Negan destroys Alexandria, you, Rick and Daryl find a secluded cabin where feelings start to brew…

CHAPTER 2: The talk.

Note this is my first fic series, so please be kind, tips are definitely appreciated.

Word count: 2,195

Growing up in the apocalypse meant that 'rules' didn't apply; you were never taught what was right or wrong or what was socially acceptable, so the fact that you were 19 and they were at least in their late 40s never crossed your mind. Maybe that was why it was exactly 3 weeks later, and nothing had happened, no mention of the panties or why you are going into the woods at the same time every day. You yearned for it, needed it; you weren't sure how much longer you could last.

You three had grown closer in the month you have spent together, well… you and Rick, not so much Daryl. He kept to himself, every now and then mumbling or groaning, sometimes he wouldn't even sleep inside, He'd stay up all night smoking, which was worrying considering the nights started to get much colder.

As you and Rick enter the cabin, Rick says Daryl, why don't you come inside tonight? It's freezing. You look back, sitting on the bed, wrapping yourself in an old blanket. i dunno… he grunts in reply. You start blacking out the conversation as you lay back on the bed. Your vision blurs as your eyes begin to shut, falling into a deep sleep… you wake up later in the night, finding yourself squished between Rick and Daryl, surprised they are both in bed with you, you carefully move up the bed, placing your head in between theirs. You can feel your pussy beginning to throb, you try waiting till morning so you can disappear into the woods and please yourself, but you can't, you take your hand and lower them beneath the covers, putting them into your boxers. You slowly rub your index finger over your pink juicy clit, now and then slipping it up and down your slit. You pull your fingers out, licking them, tasting your dirty slick. Your light moaning was thankfully covered by the sound of their snoring. You decide to turn onto your side and face Daryl; the blanket was only half covering him, giving your eyes access to his body. He had been wearing the same clothes for weeks, probably the same underwear. You took a deep breath in and smelt his musky aroma; it made you crazy. Your eyes slowly glaze down his side profile, starting at his head, you follow the shape of his nose and lips until meeting his chest. You could see his cold nipples poking through the white t-shirt he was wearing. Your lips pursed at the sight; you wish you could touch them, lick them, pinch them, but you couldn't, he would wake up. Your eyes soon followed down to his hips; his t-shirt had moved up slightly, revealing his hairy belly button, you could see the hair start to grow the further you looked down until reaching his pubes, which were poking out of his trousers. They were dark and sparse; you imagined them tickling your nose as you went down on him. You couldn't help but graze your fingers along the edge of his waistband, feeling his rough hair tickle the tips of your fingers, you were in awe, you quickly put your fingers back into your pants, rubbing your wet slit before taking them back out and rubbing them onto his now wet belly button. It was like glue, his hair sticking to his skin, and you carried on rubbing until your slick had completely dried. You were about to do it again until you heard a whisper. What are you doing…? It was Rick, he was awake and had watched you rub Daryl's belly. You froze in fear; this is what you wanted, you told yourself, before quickly realising it was a bad idea, you shouldn't have been touching him or leaving your dirty panties out for one of them to find. A wave of heat took over your body as you heard him whisper again. Did you hear me? I know you're awake. You didn't know what to say, uhm, um, you stuttered over your words, making sure not to wake Daryl. You feel Rick rise from the bed, tapping you on the shoulder if you're not gonna answer me now, we're gonna have to speak about it in the morning. You felt confused; his tone didn't seem mad or upset. You nodded in reply before Rick lay back down, turning his back away from you.

You manage to fall asleep a few hours later, and you wake up to the sound of faint chatter outside. Your heart dropped, you knew he was telling Daryl what you had done last night. For the first morning in weeks, you hadn't woken up soaking wet; you were too scared to be wet. You lay in bed for another 30 minutes, staring up at the broken ceiling, thinking of the worst possible scenarios: what if they leave me, kick me out, beat me up? Your head was spinning from fear that you wouldn't have anyone left, anyone to protect you all because of a fantasy. Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by the sound of someone entering the cabin. It was Rick, he moved and sat beside you on the bed. I told him I had to. What you did last night was wrong. There was a moment of silence. Why did you do it? i dunno you replied. Is that why you've been going out into the woods every morning? Always out there for a while. Your heart stopped; they knew, both of them knew you were going out there to masturbate. It's difficult, I know. Finding alone time, but it's dangerous out there, you could be killed. Your heart begins to beat again, he understood, thank god. You decide to sit up, leaning against the rusty bedframe. You couldn't help but look at Rick, his blue eyes glistening from the sunlight spilling into the room through the cracks in the walls. I know, you say timidly, looking down as you play with a thread that has come off the blanket. It's difficult finding… Rick pauses, about to regret what he's about to say. It's hard finding time to…release. You couldn't believe it, had he just confessed to you that he and Daryl had also been masturbating. You knew teenagers did it, but not men, you thought they just had sex, and that was it. I think…We think that It's important we stay open about these sorts of things, living like this isn't easy, Rick chuckles to himself. You only nod in reply, half in shock and half in embarrassment. And there it was, the feeling again, you could feel yourself getting hornier by the second as you slowly sink yourself into the bed. You looked up at him, thanking him and Daryl for not being mad. It's alright, what you did was wrong, but I think you know that now… huh? Rick smiles as he sees your face go slightly red. Come here. He motions his fingers towards you, embracing you in a tight hug, you feel his callused hands slowly rub your back. This was the closest you had been to him; you could practically taste him. You could see beads of sweat running down the back of his neck, just waiting to be licked. You feel your boxers rise up your thigh, digging into your pussy. You felt so guilty but still couldn't help but thrust your hips slightly, pushing the seams of the boxers into your slit. Rick pulls away, putting his hand on your shoulder, if you've got any questions or you're worried about anything… know that you can talk to me. You nod for a final time before Rick gets off the bed and leaves. You look down at your crotch, you've somehow leaked through your pants and onto the bed. You get up, quickly covering the wet spot with the tattered blanket.

It's Awkward, of course it is, the following day, nobody spoke, especially not Daryl. You felt terrible for what you had done and wished you could have taken back your actions. Since 'the incident,' Daryl has gone back to sleeping outside, he spends his days rolling cigarettes and going out hunting for food. You and Rick barely see him, the majority of the time, it's just you and him cleaning out the cabin, making awkward conversation.

How's Daryl doing? You ask as Rick sweeps the floor with an old broom he found in the cupboard. He's alright, I think. Daryl's not much of a talker anyway I just think that maybe this has set him back a little. Rick stops sweeping; I think he's not used to people having a crush on him, especially girls like you. What on earth did that mean? What do ya mean? Younger… girls, forward girls. He goes back to sweeping. At this point, you're sitting on the edge of the bed, rocking your legs back and forth. You take some time thinking of a reply and beautiful? You instantly regret saying it; you force your eyes shut in embarrassment, but before you can apologise, you hear Rick laugh to himself You like pushing your luck? Huh. You couldn't help but find his response slightly flirty; he didn't deny it. He didn't put his 'serious' voice on and tell you to 'never say it again'. Maybe… You reply, trying to be equally as flirty. Rick stops sweeping, putting the broom back into the cupboard. You know, it's a good quality just when… people are expecting it. I think maybe Daryl was a bit shocked by it all, I mean, of course, he was, who wouldn't be? I'm gonna convince him to come in tonight; maybe we can have a proper chat about it. You roll your eyes back as you flop onto the bed. You've gotten out of this lucky, knowing Daryl he would have… Rick never finished his sentence. Instead, he walks out, leaving you wondering what Daryl would have done.

Eventually, night comes, and you're sat on the bed eating some canned food. You're not even sure what it is due to the label being too faded to read. You take a final mouthful before throwing the tin across the floor, landing on a pile of more empty cans. You sat on the bed, reflecting on the past few days. Your routine had completely stopped. You couldn't remember the last time you came. You craved the feeling, if not of Rick or Daryl, at least your own fingers. Your rain of thought was soon interrupted by Rick and Daryl. Daryl couldn't even look at you. It was excruciatingly awkward; the only sound was the light tapping of Daryl's foot. Rick came and sat beside you; he leaned forward, putting his head in his hands. You couldn't help but notice his ass crack, peaking through the waistband of his jeans. You could see some hair, which you knew would eventually grow into a thick forest the further down you went. Rick, of course, was the first one to speak. It's stressful enough having to defend ourselves constantly, especially considering we don't know where the others are right now. He takes a long pause. From now on, if you need to… get it out… just do it, don't touch each other…just. Just what, Rick? Daryl interrupts. Tell you and this chick over here when I'm 'bout to jerk off? Nice one, Rick, nice one. Why did…why did you- Daryl stutters over his words, or you thought he did until you notice his eyes dampening, he was crying. You always knew Daryl as a man with no emotion; you rarely saw him smile, and after nearly 50 years of living, Daryl was finally letting his emotions out. Rick got up and hugged him, Daryl's weeping filling the cold, damp cabin. You were shocked, you didn't know what to do, you were completely frozen.

For the next hour, you sat outside while Rick and Daryl spoke, now and then, hearing a soft sniff from Daryl's tear-congested nose. It was getting cold and late, so you knocked on the door and asked to come in. You heard a faint. Yeah, so you entered. Daryl was sat up in bed, directly where your slick had leaked a few days prior, while Rick was at the foot of it. Daryl was in his white tank top and trousers, his face still wet from the tears. You slowly walked over, sitting in between them, back against the wall. I'm sorry. The words escape from your mouth; you hated seeing Daryl like this, especially as it was your fault. It's alright. He mumbles in response. It just took me by surprise, you know. Girls don't usually do that to me. You nod, but inside, you're shocked. Despite you being caught, your thoughts never stopped, you still went to bed thinking of them, thinking about the dirty things you wanted them to do to you. Eventually, you settled down and got back into your usual sleeping routine. You in the middle. You were shocked that Daryl even wanted to speak to you again, but you're definitely not complaining…

Next chapter will be extremely smutty

[grimesgirlie]

RICK GRIMES HEADCANONS

rick grimes x fem!reader

warnings: none! just fluff

 - loves jelly (disgusting). instead of eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, it’s JUST JELLY. and like a lot of it too

- his eyes are constantly on you. and it’s creepy sometimes because you’ll feel someone looking at you, and you turn around and he’s just standing there

- while kissing, his hands are always on ur lower back (unless it’s getting steamy ykyk) or he’ll pull you in by the back of your head

- always falls asleep after you. he will never fall asleep before you.

- has the WORST HUMOR EVER. like it’s bad. it’s so bad that you laugh just because he can’t think that’s actually funny… but he does for some reason

- surprisingly shy.. only when it comes to you though. once he started realizing his feelings, you could notice the sudden change. he is not smooth at all

- cheesy pick up lines all the time. they’re always random ones and most of the time don’t make any sense. you sometimes get him back with ones of your own

- very dramatic when it comes to you. like when you’re sick he’ll act like you’re on your death bed or something and be extremely and unnecessarily worried

- his love language is 100% acts of service (and physical touch ofc) but he just loves doing stuff for you, even if he knows damn well you can do it yourself.

- he is an emotional man guys!! he will cry and he is not ashamed to do so. he never even attempts to hold the tears in

- his hands always have to be on you. you guys are in the car? his hand is on your thigh. you guys are walking around? holding hands!! or his arm is around your shoulders

[trashpandafiction]

We Survive (10)

Summary: What happens when the Behavioral Analysis Unit comes across a situation they weren’t trained for? When the dead begin to roam the Earth, it challenges the BAU to something they’ve never dealt with before: the apocalypse. Along their journey for survival, they come across Rick Grimes and his group of survivors. Among the survivors is Jocelynn Russo, who thinks that the new group could be helpful to them. Things seem to go well until an unexpected enemy appears. Will Negan and the Saviors be the one thing to break the groups, or will they be able to defend themselves? All anyone knows is they have one common goal; to survive. Pairings: None in this chapter? Word Count: 2,124 Warnings: None A/N: Sorry for slacking on updates on this one! I truly hope you're enjoying it! If you’d like to be tagged in future updates, just let me know! Please do not redistribute my work without my permission! Reblogging is fine with credit intact.

Ten - Talks

          “So, he kisses you and then just walks out?” JJ asked, bringing two plates of food to the kitchen table.

          “Walks right out. He kept saying sorry and that we shouldn’t do this. What am I supposed to say to that?” Jocelynn asked her, thanking her for the plate.

          It had been a few days since Rick kissed her and things had been weird; there was no other way to explain it. They were civil to each other, but he only talked to her when it was necessary and if she didn’t know any better, it seemed like he avoided her. She wanted to confront him about it all, but she wasn’t even sure what she would say. So, she came to JJ to get her advice about it all over lunch.

          “It could be that he has feelings he’s not sure about, or maybe he was just caught up in the heat of the moment. He’s never made any moves or anything?” JJ asked.

          “Not really. I mean we joke around but I don’t think he’s looking for anything else after…everyone else.” Jocelynn said.

          “Does he have a lot of history or something?” she asked, taking a sip of her lemonade.

          “Not a lot, but it hasn’t been pleasant. His wife died giving birth to Judith, and then there was a sort-of-maybe thing with a woman who lived here but she died when a herd got in.” she explained.

          “That’s awful. I can’t imagine going through that.” She replied.

          “I can’t either. It kind of scares you off wanting any sort of relationship, you know? Losing a friend is hard but losing a boyfriend or husband is worse, I’d think.” She said, finishing up her sandwich.

          “I guess it works for some people. Glenn and Maggie seem happy anyway.” She shrugged. “What about you? Do you have any history?”

          Jocelynn looked at her and shook her head. “No, not after the end of the world anyway.”

          “And do you have any feelings towards Rick?” JJ asked carefully.

          “I don’t know.” She said with a sigh. “I mean, I kissed him back, but maybe I was just lonely or something.”

          “I’ve been lonely since all of this started, but I never thought to kiss one of my friends.” She said with a smirk.

          “I don’t know, I guess I’ve never really thought about it. I know that I care about him, and I enjoy being around him, and I feel safe with him.” She started, looking at her plate. “But I feel that way with other people too.”

          “Okay, but would you kiss those people?” JJ challenged.

          “Who are we kissing?” Penelope asked, coming into the kitchen.

          “Rick kissed Joce and has been acting weird since.” JJ said.

          “Rick as in fearless leader Rick? Suddenly making lunch isn’t my priority.” She said, walking over and sitting at the table. “Tell me all the details.”

          Jocelynn smiled some and told Penelope what had happened and where her and JJ had left off with their discussion.

          “Okay, can I be honest for a moment? It is so obvious that he has some feelings towards you, you can see it in the way he looks at you and acts with you. If I can continue to be honest, I think you may also have feelings towards him too, just based on what I’ve seen since being here.” Penelope said after getting the rundown.

          “I was gonna say the same thing, but I didn’t want to make you feel weird.” JJ admitted.

          Jocelynn looked at the two women and shook her head. “I don’t know about that. I mean, okay maybe I do have some feelings toward him but maybe he doesn’t feel the same way.”

          “He wouldn’t have kissed you if he didn’t feel the same way. Maybe he’s worried about the age gap. That’s the only potential downside I can see.” JJ shrugged.

          “It could very well be the age thing. Not that anyone cares about that stuff anyway, you’re both legal adults and it’s not like you’re freshly legal. I think you should talk to him about it. Then at least you’ll know where he stands.” Penelope said.

          “You’re probably right.” Jocelynn said and sighed. “If I get a chance, I’ll talk to him.”

          “Make a chance.” Penelope said, nudging her arm across the table.

          “Alright, I’ll make a chance.” Jocelynn laughed softly. “I should head back to my shift. Thank you both for listening to me ramble.” She stood up, taking her dishes to the sink.

          “Feel free to ramble anytime, it’s what friends are for.” Penelope smiled.

          She looked over at them and smiled. “The offer goes both ways.”

She hugged both women and headed out to finish up her shift, thinking about what they had said. She did have feelings for Rick, and the age thing didn’t bother her, but she didn’t want him to be uncomfortable if he even felt the same way. Plus, what would Carl think?           During the rest of the day, she had a few chances to talk to Rick, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She had plenty of courage until she got face to face with him, and then it was all gone. When she was done with her work for the day, she started her walk home. As she passed the armory, she heard a familiar voice,

“Hey Joce.” Hotch said, coming out of the garage and shutting the door behind him.

She looked over at him and smiled, “Hey Hotch. Do they have you cleaning or counting today?”

“Both.” He said and came over to her. “I found out I’m a bit rustier with cleaning weapons than I thought.” He chuckled.

“Who knew we’d be learning in the apocalypse?” she teased.

“Are you heading home?” he asked, using a bandana to wipe his hands off.

“I am.” She nodded.

“Are you looking for some company?” he asked.

“I won’t turn it down, that’s for sure.” She smiled.

He walked with her down the sidewalk and towards her house. “How’ve you been doing since the run?” he asked her softly.

She figured that was coming. She hadn’t talked to him much since then and knew he’d be asking at some point. “I was a little shaken up that night, but I’ve been alright. It really wasn’t as bad as it could have been.”

“No, it wasn’t, but it still happened and if it bothers you, you’re allowed to feel that way.” He said.

“Is that a profiler tip?” she asked and looked up at him with a half-smile.

“No, it’s a human tip.” He said, returning the smile. “I just noticed you seemed to be a little different the past few days and wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“That’s sweet of you, and I appreciate it. I guess I’ve been in a little bit of a funk but hopefully that’ll get better. How’s Reid?” she shifted the conversation.

“He’s doing fine. I think compared to what happened out on the road, that was a walk in the park.” He admitted.

“Did you guys have a lot of trouble?” she asked him.

“In the beginning it seemed to be a bit harsher, but as time went on, we only had two big issues. We ran into a bad group that couldn’t be reasoned with, and then there was the cabin.” He explained.     

“It’s crazy how different groups of people act so differently after the same event.” She said as they got to her house.

“It has to do with the leading individuals, I think. I’ll spare you the lecture though.” He said, walking her up to her door.

“I’d love to hear your take on it. We’ll raincheck the lecture.” She smiled.

“Just remember that you volunteered yourself for this.” He joked.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She joked back. “Thank you for keeping me company on my walk, and for checking in.”

“Anytime.” He smiled. “Have a good night, Joce.”

“You too, Hotch.” She said and headed inside, while Hotch headed home.

Jocelynn got through her shower and made herself some food for dinner since Glenn and Maggie were having dinner with Sasha, Rosita, Abraham, and Eugene. As she sat down to eat, she heard a knock on the door which caused her to sigh. So close to a warm meal. She went to the door and opened it, stiffening when she saw Rick at her doorstep.

“Hi.” She managed to get out. Last time he showed up at the house, things started getting weird and she wasn’t sure if this would make it worse or not.

“Hey, JJ said you had something you wanted to talk to me about.” He said.

She hadn’t managed to talk to Rick earlier, so apparently JJ had decided to lend a hand in making it happen. “Uh, yeah. Do you wanna come in?” she asked.

He nodded and came inside, shutting the door behind him. “Is everything okay?” he asked.

No, everything wasn’t okay. “Yeah, everything’s okay.” She said and leaned against the back of the couch.

He raised a brow and waited a moment before speaking up. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

“Okay, not everything is okay.” She sighed. “Rick, what’s going on? We were fine, everything was fine, and then you kissed me and now it’s like you can’t stand to be around me. If it was a mistake, then just say that and we’ll move on.” She shrugged.

“It wasn’t a mistake.” He started. “But I don’t think it’s something that can go any further.”

Why did she have a sinking feeling in her stomach when he said that? “How can it not be a mistake then? Just be clear with me.”

“It wasn’t a mistake because I chose to do it.” He explained.

“And I chose to do it back.” She added.

“I can’t lie to you and say that I don’t have feelings for you Jocelynn, but I don’t think we should act on them right now.” He said carefully, as if he was trying to find the right words.

She felt an ache in her chest when he said that which solidified to herself that she did have feelings for him. Hearing that he had feelings for her too, but didn’t want them to do anything about them, hurt more. “Okay.”

“That’s all you have to say?” he asked her.

“No. I feel the same way about you, but you’re probably right, we shouldn’t act on it.” She nodded.

He studied her features as she spoke. Her agreeing not to act hurt, even though he was the one to make the call. He didn’t want it to be this way, but he thought it was for the best, for them both. Knowing she felt the same way about him made him second guess that.

“I just want us to get back to normal. I miss giving you a hard time and getting a hard time in return.” She said and smiled some.

“We can.” He nodded. “Someone’s gotta keep your ego in check once in a while.” He said, attempting to joke with her.

“My ego? You’re one to talk, Sheriff.” She teased back with a small smile.

He laughed softly and nodded. “Right. Is that all you wanted to talk about?”

“Yeah, that’s all.” She nodded. “You promise we’re okay now?”

“I promise.” He said and looked at her.

“Pinky promise?” she asked and held her pinky out, trying her best to keep a straight face.

He looked at her finger and then at her, linking his pinky with hers. “Pinky promise.”

She unlinked their pinkies and nodded. “You should probably head home for dinner and stop goofing off with your neighbor.”

“Yeah, I probably should. I don’t know how I get anything done around here.” He smirked, heading out the door.

“I don’t know either.” She said and came over to the door. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“Thanks for having me.” He said and turned to face her. “Night, Joce.”

“Night, Rick.” She said and shut the door as he walked down her steps.

She let out a sigh before going into the kitchen and sitting down to eat her dinner. She managed to eat a couple bites before losing her appetite, putting the leftovers in the fridge, and heading up to her room.           She was glad that she and Rick were going to get back to normal, even if it wasn’t the outcome she was hoping for. She was going to do her best to push any feelings for him deep down so things could stay normal. If that’s what he wanted to do, that was what she was going to do.

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As, Bs and Cs - Chapter I

A CRM!Rick Grimes x OFC fic!

This is quite a lengthy chapter to hopefully build up the necessary context and foundations to their connection.

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The world had ended over a decade ago, the walkers consuming the population bit by bit until there was nothing left. The Civic Republic scrounged up who they could, their numbers growing to the thousands.

Still, the ones they had were not good enough.

They were civillians. Normal people who did normal things and didn't understand like the rest of them.

The Civic Republic Military was losing more and more soldiers with every mission, becoming overwhelmed with the number of walkers that roamed outside their walls. There weren't enough people to replace them - enough competent people at least.

In a decade or two, the CRM could collapse, and it would be no one's fault but their own.

They are the ones who had saved thousands of people who couldn't fight, when they should have looked for more soldiers in their place.

The CRM was weakening, and if it crumbled the Civic Republic and all its people would pay the price.

That was when Dr. Greer had proposed a... curious idea.

The Civic Republic was not without its faults, and neither were its people. They had their fair share of criminals who would pay the price with community service, but there was a small percentage; almost minute; who were worse.

Major General Beale had wanted them sentenced to death for their crimes, but Okafor had protested. He argued in favour of their usefulness - the skills they needed to commit the horrors they did was what was necessary in the CRM.

They could find use of them, he promised.

And it seemed Dr. Greer had.

Dr. Greer was a geneticist before the world had ended, with a long and profound career in foetal medicine.

A controlled birthing population - a programme designed so the CRM could gain the soldiers they needed without gaining too many mouths to eat.

The programme had only been a whisper for the last few years, a quiet promise and a tempting future. But the opportunity to implement it had never arised.

Until now.

The Campus Colony had been set aflame, and with it, it had stolen over nine thousand souls.

The perfect opportunity.

Now, all they needed were the perfect lab rats. A way to prove the programme would work - a method to rehabilitate criminals and give the CRM what it needed.

Major General Beale had wanted Okafor to be the first to try, but as whispers of Rick Grimes' rebellious streak took hold of him, he saw it as the sole opportunity to truly have control over the man.

Rick Grimes had spent years trying to escape the Civic Republic, all of his attempts ending the same - in failure. But he had grown daring, even willing to cut off his own arm so he could have a chance to return to his life before the CRM.

When the man had finally agreed to join the CRM after years of rejection, the ease behind his decision only made Beale grow more suspicious.

Rick had changed his mind so easily and had given up on finding his friends and family in a blink.

It made Beale uneasy.

So he would do what he could to keep the man tied to the CRM, even if it came in the form of a child.

***

"I didn't sign up for this."

Rick's voice was filled with fury as Okafor stood before him stone-faced, having recounted what Beale and Greer told him as he passed on the orders to Grimes.

"Yes, you did. The minute you said yes to joining the CRM, you said yes to every condition Beale makes."

Rick scoffs, a hand running through his hair as he paces up and down the sparse space of his living room.

His voice deepened to a growl, "this wasn't part of the deal. This wasn't our deal!"

"I know," Okafor's voice softened. He knew what was happening was wrong, but there wasn't anything he could do to stop it. Not right now.

"But you have to, Rick. If you don't, then someone else will. You're a good man, Rick. The others aren't."

Rick narrowed his eyes, growing sceptical of his words. He couldn't believe this was happening.

Okafor called it a controlled repopulation, a programme designed so the CRM could have the soldiers it needed in the future. But he saw it for what it was, and it wasn't anything good.

"Why do you care so much if I say yes?"

Okaford clenched his jaw, "because it's my fault she's here. And the least I can do is make sure she won't end up being partnered with someone that would hurt her."

"Your fault?"

A grim smile twitched on Okafor's face as he sighed and took a seat on Rick's couch, his head falling into his hands as his shoulders shook with morbid amusement.

"I brought her here. As a 'B' not an 'A'. She lost everyone because the men in our ranks knew no control, and I promised her she would find everything she needed here. And now what? She's a 'C'? A criminal turned into a pet for Greer and her people to study her like she's a fucking lab rat."

A bitter laugh escaped his throat as Rick came to a stop in front of him. He waited, hoping the silence would urge Okafor on.

"My men and I were sent on a covert mission - a retrieval. But one of the recruits got spooked, lit up everything around him as fast as he could. By the time we got him down, it was too late. You could hear her screaming, like it was battering your brain. We went to look for her and found her and her people inside a small cabin a few clicks north."

"What happened?"

Rick's voice was sombre, he knew what had happened.

"They were all dead and she was dying."

Okafor looked up at Rick, eyes wet despite the blank look upon his face - "I brought her back. Said she was a 'B' and spent every day after convincing her to join the CRM. She said no, of course."

He scoffed before he continued, "when she finally got citizenship, shit. Let's just say the world really didn't change much from before. She got herself a life sentence, would've been given death if I hadn't stopped Beale."

Now that sparked Rick's interest, what damage could someone do to have Beale want to sentence them to death. Or better yet, what hold did she have on Okafor for him to still fight for her after the supposed horrors she committed.

"This is a second chance. For things to go right."

Rick shook his head vehemently, "no. This ain't right. This ain't no second chance. This is worse than death. Worse than torture. Look what you're signing her up to."

"But it's the closest she'll ever get. Look, if this works, if the programme is successful and you give them what they want, she'll get her freedom back. Five years, Rick. It's five years and then she is no longer your burden to bare."

Before Rick could protest further, a bellowed voice called him from the front door, the blatant order being punctuated by three heavy knocks.

At the sound of Beale's voice, Okafor's shoulders straightened, and he stood up with a stiff spine as he looked into Rick's eyes, a hazy vision of pleading behind the stoic mask of an obedient solider.

"Say yes, Rick. Don't fight against it. They'll make you take someone anyway. Just let it be her. No one says no to Beale."

Okafor didn't give Rick a chance to reply, skirting past him as he swung the door open and stood at attention, saluting Beale in greeting. Rick followed him instinctively, copying his every move.

Beale nodded at the men to stand down, marching past them. Behind him followed a stern-faced woman, narrow-framed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose as she pursed her lips in distaste at the sight of Rick's apartment. She made her way towards Beale, nodding at Rick and Okafor before she looked over her shoulder and called, "bring in the girl."

They all turned to face the door now, the quiet jingle of chains growing more ominous as the faceless figure of Alara Hunter drew closer.

Rick held his breath when he finally caught sight of her.

She was flanked by four soldiers, their grip on her arms and shoulders so tight Rick could see her skin blanching under their touch. She was dressed in a thin vest, blue jeans, and socks. Her hands were cuffed, and so were her ankles, each one attached to a single chain held by the soldier on her right.

He couldn't help but furrow his brows as he lifted his eyes to track her face only to find half of it concealed behind what appeared to be a muzzle.

Her dark eyes darted across the people standing in Rick's apartment before flickering back to where Rick knew Okafor stood. He could see her throat move as she swallowed harshly at the sight of the man.

Apart from the chains and muzzle, she looked well. Rick wanted to scoff at the thought as soon as it entered his mind. Here she was, a young woman who had lost freedom, who was chained and tied down by the CRM.

But she looked clean and healthy and angry.

"Rick Grimes."

It was Greer who spoke, a pleasant smile upon her face that didn't match her demeanour.

"I believe Okafor has explained to you the purposes of this task?"

Rick clenched his jaw, turning to face the woman. He couldn't help but take a final glance at the woman standing at the door - Alara Hunter.

He turned back, catching Okafor's gaze before he nodded solemnly, "yes, ma'am."

"And so, I believe you are happy to participate in this mission of ours?"

Mission?

He wanted to spit in her face, call her vile and absurd and stupid. This wasn't a mission. It was immoral and unethical and torture.

Still, he held himself back.

He had seen the other men in the CRM: brutes that were all too happy to hurt instead of speak. Cowards who wasted bullets on flickering shadows. Men who had never truly grown up, and behaved like unsupervised children.

It wouldn't be fair to subject her to such a fate because Okafor was right. Regardless of whether or not Rick said yes to Alara, he would still be assigned a partner, and so would she.

He gritted his teeth as he nodded, "yes ma'am."

Beale let out a deep chuckle, moving forward to clap a hand on Rick's shoulder as he spoke, "this may be the best decision you've made, son. You are doing the CRM proud."

Rick looked over his shoulder once more, catching Alara's dark gaze, which grew hopeless as the seconds ticked by, and he wondered for a moment whether the people he left back in Alexandria would be proud.

"There are some conditions, of course."

"Conditions?" He turned back to Beale with a look of incredulity, eyes narrowing as he took a step back and shook the hand off his shoulder, "what conditions?"

"Given your... history here at the Civic Republic, Dr. Greer thought it best to ensure your compliance."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" It was Okafor who spoke now, drawing forward as his gaze skipped between Rick and Alara, who stood motionless at the door.

Greer spoke now, her voice sounded pleased as she sniffed lightly, "we believed it necessary that your first few copulations were witnessed. Simply to ensure adherence of course."

Rick felt bile burn the back of his throat, a wave of nausea that just grew strong every passing second since Okafor first told him and Greer's plans - "you want to watch us have sex?"

"If you would like to put it so crudely, then yes."

***

The conversation hadn't lasted much longer than that, Rick unable to have much of a say apart from agreeing to their terms.

Okafor had shifted to meet Rick's eyes with his own pleading gaze, and Rick had agreed to Beale's conditions under a certain stipulation.

He had only wanted the first attempt to be witnessed, but it seemed that Greer was unwilling to go any lower than three. Rick agreed begrudgingly, knowing three was still better than the initial seven Greer had wanted.

It was under Greer's command that the girl was escorted to his bedroom, and Rick was unable to hide his look of disapproval and contempt as they looped her chain around a post on his bed. It made him sick to see such a thing, made his stomach twist and turn as he held back his anger with strained difficulty.

As they made their way out of Rick's apartment, Greer turned to him with a leering grin, eyes running over his form as she wished him luck and revealed that she couldn't wait for the performance he put on tomorrow.

Rick froze at that, tomorrow?

Greer could only laugh coyly, an expression that was unsuited for her ageing face. She ran a hand over her slicked back hair, adjusting her bun as she smiled in earnest - "tomorrow is trial day number 1. It seems our experiment started at the perfect time, Miss Hunter begins ovulating tomorrow."

Rick shifted uncomfortably at the fact, unsure of what to say or do. It seemed Okafor was the same, eyes darting between Rick and the closed door over his shoulder where he knew Alara had been hidden.

"I have left you with the booklet instructing you on how to care for your programme partner, as well as how to discipline her, should she become aggressive. Do follow the guide Mr Grimes, we wouldn't want to place our first participant in any harm."

Rick could only blink, hand tightening around the small handwritten booklet Greer had passed him whilst Beale's men were dragging a reluctant Alara to his room. He could only nod, unable to meet anyone's eyes as he reached for the door and pushed it shut.

The last thing he saw was Greer exchanging a victorious grin with Beale and realised that they believed they had won.

And for once, Rick feared they may have been right.

***

After Okafor had left with Beale and Greer, Rick's apartment rung silent. If he hadn't seen Beale's men drag the girl into his room, it would've seemed like nothing had ever happened.

But it did.

Rick wasn't sure what to do - whether he should just sit on his couch and finish his bottle of rum, or if he should go in and make sure his "programme partner" was okay.

She hadn't so much as twitched in the wrong way since they dragged her to his doorstep. Her eyes wandered. They darkened and misted and narrowed, but she never moved too quickly or pulled away too harshly.

Whatever she had done was enough for Beale to have wanted her dead, and for Greer to want her genetics to be passed onto the soldiers she was curating.

Rick glanced at the closed door to his bedroom, wondering what monster hid beneath the chained woman who stood in there. Then he thought for a moment of who he was before the CRM, before Alexandria. Of the beast he had become after months on the road, surviving day to day with his children and his friends- his family.

Okafor had said one of his men had killed her people, and Rick knew that if he had been in her position and everyone he knew and loved had died, he would want to destroy the Civic Republic and all it stood for.

It was in that quiet space of reflection that he realised she may not be the monster they all made her put to be. And if she was, she couldn't be worse than the one that lurked in the shadows of his being. The monster that was chained down by threats. The monster that was trapped in a community of faux civilisation.

Rick steeled his spine, and with every step he took towards the bedroom door, he wondered how exactly he had been dealt such a fate.

***

Alara Hunter hadn't always been angry. She used to be quiet and shy and cry at the smallest inconveniences. She liked to think an echo of that girl still sounded inside her, but sitting on top of a stranger's bed, her wrists and ankles wound in chains and her lips forced shut, she wondered how she had managed to get herself into such a predicament.

She wondered how she had changed so easily.

She wondered why she was always so angry.

She still cried. Of course, she did. But her tears were filled with fury, with hatred. Towards everyone - her father for leaving her when the world ended, her people for shielding her that night, Okafor for bringing her to this God forsaken community. And herself.

Alara was so angry at herself. For letting herself be brought here instead of fighting to die at her people's side, for letting herself get trapped with the very people that slaughtered them, for letting them take advantage of her and get away with that too.

And now, what?

A sex slave for the CRM. A breeding whore. A mindless cunt.

Not an A, never a B. Trapped as a C.

Her heart hammered with rage, her hands trembled and her eyes clouded as she struggled to breathe through the muzzle. Like a dog, they had chained her and tied her down.

She promised herself, with a soundless voice echoing in her mind, that she would kill them all. She would burn them to the ground and make sure they couldn't rise again.

She wouldn't let them win. She couldn't.

The sound of a door creaking open pulled her from her thoughts, and she looked up to find the man who had been assigned to take everything from her. To break her.

Beale hadn't outright admitted that was the reason he agreed to place her in the programme so easily, but she knew. She could see it in the way his eyes lit up with triumph when Rick agreed, how he grinned viciously when Greer was adamant to watch their copulations.

He thought this would break her, but she wouldn't let it.

She stared at the man - Rick. He was tall, tall enough that she was sure even if she was standing she would have to crane her neck to look him in the eyes.

And his eyes, she found she couldn't look away if she tried. Something hollow glistened in them, as though the man was no longer human.

An unfamiliar whisper spoke in her mind, like calls to like. And she wondered how much truth was held behind such a statement.

He was handsome, she couldn't fault him there. But he was a soldier for the CRM and that made him an enemy. It meant regardless of his pretty eyes or gravelled voice, he was just as bad as the rest of them.

Just as bad as Greer and Beale and Okafor.

Rick steps closer to her and Alara can't help but shrink away. It seems he expected her reaction, halting on the spot as his eyes soften. The sight did nothing but ignite a smouldering rage in her heart - if he felt pity for her, he should let her go. Let her escape.

For some reason, it seemed Rick was able to understand exactly what she was thinking, and he spoke placatively as she narrowed her eyes in his direction, "I can't take the cuffs off."

Alara rolled her eyes, that much was obvious. If he wasn't going to help her, then she didn't want to speak to him. She drew herself back further on the bed, her back pressing against the headboard as she turned to look out the small window of his bedroom.

The view wasn't the best, but it was more than the sliver of light that occasionally glimpsed through her cell. She felt the gentle touch of a setting sun heat her skin, she could feel herself flush under its soft embrace as she wondered how many years it had been since she had felt the sun on her face. The wind in her hair.

Her skin had paled in her dark cell, her tan from harsh summers in Georgia stripped from her when she was sentenced. It was then she decided; it had been far too long.

She closed her eyes and counted Rick's breaths as he stood, watching. The setting sun was a timer to the start of her doom, she heard Greer's plans and it was moving too quickly to put a stop to them now.

Rick's breaths were slow and steady, like he was trying to control his own wild beast as he watched her. She pretended they were the sound of a clock ticking, that time had slowed down to let her savour this broken freedom and make most of the hours she had left.

The bed sunk under an unexpected weight and the light warming her face had been blocked by a head. She kept her eyes closed pretending she didn't notice the difference- pretending her face didn't grow warmer under his intense stare.

"Have you eaten? It's late."

She kept quiet, hoping he would think she was dozing off and leave her be. But he saw the way her lashes fluttered, the way her chest rose and fell in quick successions as she struggled to breathe through the mask, the way her fingers twitched when he shuffled upon the bed.

He scratched the back of his neck, unsure of what to say or what to do.

"I could make you something to eat. I- I could make pancakes, Ca-" he took another deep breath, settling a quiet ache in his chest, "or eggs or something."

Her eyes burned as she kept them shut tight, thinking about when the last time she had a warm meal was. She turned away from him, nodding as she reached a hand to run through her hair only for the chain to stop it short of her shoulders. She gritted her teeth at the harsh tug, unable to hide her sniffles and the tears streaming down her face.

Why was she crying?

Was it anger? Fear?

Rick watched her for a moment as she tried to compose herself. She struggled with the limited movement and tangled chains, she screwed her eyes shut and her shoulders raised as she took deep breaths.

Rick couldn't help the apology that escaped his lips as he stood from the bed, nor could he stop the guilt weighing upon his shoulders at the broken laugh she replied with.

***

Rick hadn't eaten much since joining the CRM. Being forced to give up the idea of returning to Alexandria had taken a part of him, had broken it beyond repair. He rarely felt hungry anymore.

At most, he would force himself to eat some slices of toast so he wouldn't stumble during training. Or if he was truly lost in his thoughts, he would make himself Carl's favourite meal and pretend his son was there, eating it alongside him.

That was what sat in front of him now - blueberry and peanut butter pancakes, with whipped cream dolloped on to make a smiley-face and sugar sprinkled on top. He remembered the day Carl had first begged him to make it, and his pleading eyes and mischievous grin had been too precious to say no. It had tasted horrible, all sorts of sticky and sweet lathered in soft bread, but when Carl had asked him so proudly what he thought, Rick could only smile and clear his plate.

The handwritten guide Greer gave him sat on the counter near him, and the page he had left it open on strictly forbade him from giving the girl utensils, in case she hurt herself or him.

He didn't have any plastic cutlery on hand, so he could only sigh as he took the paper plate back to his room to lay on top of the bed.

Alara stared at the carefully decorated stack, and though the muzzle hid the shape of her lips, he saw the corner of her eyes crinkle and he liked to think it was because this small memory of Carl had been enough to make her smile.

He bit his lip before he spoke, "I can take the..." he gestured carefully to her face, "I can take it off, so you can eat."

Her eyes gleamed with hope, her lips burning at the stretch of the mouthpiece wedged between so she couldn't bite her tongue and choke herself to death.

"But I got'a put it back on after, okay?"

Her eyes narrowed, she pushed the plate away as a garbled scoff could be heard through the muzzle. She knew she shouldn't be surprised, it wasn't as though the muzzle was a newly added piece to her prison regalia. No, Beale had ordered it to be placed on her after her first few weeks in the CRM prison cell didn't go too well.

"Hey, look," Rick's voice sounded strongly as he got closer, sitting at the edge of the bed and facing her, "I wouldn't do it if I didn't have to. But it's in Greer's instructions, and if I ignore it, it's not going to end well for either of us."

She looked at him with scepticism in her eyes, but it took one look at the warm plate of pancakes to dissolve any resistance. She agreed reluctantly, and Rick reached around her head to unclip the mouthpiece.

It covered her entire mouth and lower jaw, pressed tight against the skin in a way he knew had to be uncomfortable.

Alara could feel his slow breaths on her neck, and goosebumps broke out marking their way down her arms and chest. Rick felt her shiver against him, and as he continued to unlatch her muzzle, he murmured a promise to try and get some clothes that would fit over her manacles.

When he finally gets the muzzle free, the first sound to escape her was a relieved sigh, making the most of her momentary freedom. She stretched her jaw and Rick leaned away, throwing the muzzle on to the bed as he stared at her with his gaze anew.

When he had first seen her, he couldn't deny her beauty - not with her long, dark hair and her soft brown eyes. But now, seeing her face whole, he couldn't help but be mesmerised by the sight of her.

Alara was young, her youth visible in her face. She looked untouched and unharmed by the end of the world, but Rick knew that thought was a lie.

She licked her lips, the skin cracked and dry from being forced to remain stretched over the mouthpiece. She looked away from Rick, pretending he wasn't there despite how hard it was to ignore that the man sat directly opposite her.

He pushed the plate closer, encouragingly - "eat."

She reached for the plate, unsurprised by the lack of utensils, and ripped off a piece of the pancake. She reached to place it in her mouth, only for her chains to stop her short. She growled lightly in frustration before leaning her head down to take it into her mouth. The awkward position hurt her neck, the muscles already aching from the weight of her muzzle.

She sighed contently, the pancake warm in her mouth and the cream melting quickly. It was sweet and left a cloying taste in her mouth, her jaw tingling as it was exposed to flavours that had been hidden from her for so long.

She looked out the window again where night had fallen, and slowly chewed the food in her mouth as she savoured it. When she swallowed, she turned back to take another piece only to find one waiting inches from her face.

Rick watched her with a contemplative gaze, before encouraging her by saying, "it wouldn't do you any good to eat like that."

She bit her lip, wondering what she should do. But this might be the only meal she gets before the trial if Greer had it her way - she didn't know what instructions Greer had left, so she couldn't risk not taking the opportunity if it stood before her.

Another careful thought entered her mind, pushing her to get close to Rick - close enough, intimate enough that he may possibly choose her over the CRM.

She kept that whisper close to her heart, looking deep into Rick's eyes that resembled the sky and she ate the piece he held for her. He watched her chew and swallow, and something in her begged her to speak.

To show her gratitude or to fill the silence. Something to show him she was human, something to make it easier for him to care.

"This tastes horrible."

It was the first time she had spoken in years - she had given up talking because there was simply no one to listen, and her broken screams had been silenced by Beale's muzzle.

Her voice cracked with every word, rasped and dry. The sound of her voice felt like that of a stranger's.

To her surprise, Rick simply laughed, his eyes glistening with the faint memory of something as he tore off another piece to feed her.

They then chose to sit in silence, Rick feeding her every bite and watching her chew and swallow methodically. By the end, Alara hated to say that she grew fond of the weird taste and wondered when she could try them next.

When Rick stood to dispose of the plate, they both pretended not to notice how he forgot to replace the muzzle.

***

The bed was soft - foreign. After years of a thin mattress on the cold cement floor, she didn't think she could get used to something like this bed again. Nor the feeling of sleeping without a chunk of metal strapped across her face.

It had helped with one thing though, that stupid muzzle. She had learnt to make the most of each breath, quiet inhales for six deep seconds, hold for four and release over eight. Wait and repeat.

It was a structured sound, calculated based on the accompanying breaths that sounded from the ground.

Rick also lied awake, eyes focused on the ceiling as his mind whirred around how everything had changed so quickly. Again.

First the bridge. Then the CRM. And now, her.

For once, he found himself thinking of someone else other than those whom he had left behind in Alexandria, and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing. He thought of her reaction to the pancakes, a ghost of a smile on his face as he reminisced a fading past with his son.

He wondered what colour Carl's eyes had been when they widened in glee. Had they been the bright blue of a summer sky? Or the misty clouds right before a thunderstorm? Carl had always loved thunderstorms, loved to run through the rain and splash in the mud before everything had gone so wrong. Had his eyes been blue at all?

And what about Judith? Who had she grown to resemble? He imagined she would be a spitting image of Lori, with her long brown her and her kind eyes, but she would have Shane's short temper and remarks and it would make her that much more precious to him.

His eyes burned, and he sent a silent prayer to whoever would listen and begged to be reunited with his child. An even quieter whisper confessed he wouldn't mind which one.

Alara's breaths teetered off, her silent counting falling apart as Rick's own grew shuttered in the dark. She wasn't sure if she should say something - he had chosen to stay here, to sleep on the floor and listen to the guide even though he had already ignored it once.

Then she thought of the miserable nights she spent in her damp cell, how she wished there was someone she could share her burdens with so they wouldn't hollow her soul and burn her will.

"How did you get here?" She whispered into the dark, her voice still scratchy from the lack of use.

She heard in sharp inhale, one he tried to cover with the rustling of blankets as he turned his head to look at where she lay on the edge of the bed.

Lying on her stomach was the only comfortable position she could manage. Her head rested on her arms, her legs curled as close to her body as she could manage. She could only look towards Rick in her mangled state, but there was something in her gaze that looked content at the feel of the beds soft embrace.

Even the smell was so unlike the stale wetness that clouded her cell, it had smelt like the air right before the rain fell in autumn. Now, her nose was buried in the faint scent of musk, leather and something earthy, and she liked to think this is what freedom would smell like, had they let her roam outside.

"Someone found me when I was hurt," Rick believed there was no harm in revealing such information, a small part of him hoping the small similarities in their pasts would make her trust him even more.

"They brought me here, I haven't left since."

"Because you didn't want to? Or because you couldn't?"

The silence that rung between them spoke for itself.

"They took everything from me before bringing me here. The only thing I wanted was my freedom, and they've taken that too." There was no hesitation in her confession, only conviction.

Rick watched as she shifted her head so she could focus on the lamp on the nightstand instead, and before he could wonder if she would use it to hurt him, he saw her eyes glisten in the faint shadows of light.

"And now..." her voice wavered for a new reason entirely, "they're going to take my choice from me. And I can't do anything but wait."

A harsh laugh escaped her, her head shaking vigorously on the pillow as she shook her head and her voice dropped to something promising and threatening - "I'm going to burn them all. I'll make them all pay."

"You can't."

He could feel her glare through the dark, but he knew his words were true.

"There is no killing them. There is no escape."

"You don't know that. Not unless you've tried."

Rick lay a hand over his stumped arm, his heart sinking as he remembers all he sacrificed to escape only to stay trapped.

He doesn't say another word for the rest of the night, falling into a fitful sleep.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! There are many more to come <3. Let me know if you have any theories or ideas for what might happen next, I would love to hear them! And to the people who have been following me from the start, thank you for being patient during my long break. I hope I gave you guys something worthwhile to come back to <33.

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And yeah of course!! KorTac and SpecGru have both canon and non-canon characters, the non-canon characters do not interact with the canon characters, and aren't part of the story in the game.

The non-canon characters for each faction are the following:

KorTac:

Neymar Jr, Oroku "Shredder" Saki, Atom, Nicholas "Nickmercs" Kolcheff, Homelander, Black Noir, Nicki Minaj, 21 Savage, V4L3RIA, Lilith, Skeletor, Sardaukar, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, Firecracker and Michonne.

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Abolisher, Paul Atreides, A-Train, John Doe, Rick Grimes, Paul Pogba, Lionel Messi, Kevin Durant,  Timothy "TimTheTatman" Betar, Io, Arthur, Starlight, Snoop Dogg, Lara Croft, Spawn, Alucard, Ash Williams and Inarius.

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one rule | prologue |

[rick grimes x ofc slow burn]

summary: in which rick learns what hell on earth truly is.

o, i, ii, iii...

There's a silence that carries over miles. He couldn't hear anything over the rushing blood in his ears. It's hot and blinding and he wonders if this is what death feels like when it was coming for you next.

The agony in his chest, twisting and twisting and twisting until he couldn't breathe...

Here in this spot, gravel digging into his sore knees, sweat dripping onto the bits of pavement he could see between the tears in his eyes, Rick Grimes imagines this must be hell on earth.

"What?" The voice of the devil laughs.

Rick wishes this invisible grip on his heart would kill him instantly.

"Was the joke that bad?"

Rick's mind is running on autopilot and he's sitting in the backseat hoping he would crash and burn.

"I'm gonna kill you," he hardly recognizes his own voice.

But it was the truest thing he'd ever said in his entire life.

The vague sight of a shadow crouches in front of him. His eyes look ahead but he wasn't truly seeing. "What? I didn't quite catch that," the shadow mocks. "You're gonna have to speak up."

The sight of her body collapsing onto the ground flashes before the gravel that Rick's eyes look upon. The sound of her demise still fresh in his ringing ears.

A white-hot fury boils in his gut and he finally drags his gaze up to the very incarnation of evil.

"Not today... not tomorrow..." It’ll be the only thing keeping him alive after this.

He wouldn't see her again until he fulfilled his promise.

"...But I'm gonna kill you."

Slowly. Painfully. Until there's nothing left of him but the stain of his blood and the crunch of his bones.

Negan Smith chuckles, blood shining on the surface of his murder weapon, swinging before Rick threateningly. And as Rick watches it move, he feels nothing.

"Jesus," he gives Rick a toothy smile. "This is quite unfortunate... for you. You know, I'm going to enjoy breaking you, Rick. It's a specialty of mine, you see. And I don't even gotta prove I got a bigger dick than yours at this point! I mean—look around."

The tip of his bat comes dangerously close to Rick's chin, daring to turn it towards the carnage it had left behind. Rick twists his head before the blood upon it could stain his skin.

And past the mess of brain matter and flesh, he could see the faint outline of her body, just at the feet of one of Negan's men.

"It's just a matter of whipping you into shape now," Negan whispers with an amused smile, crouching in front of Rick like a parent scolding their child. "You'll learn. They all do."

He said a few more things—things that flew into Rick's ear and out the other—bile creeping up his throat as he traces the outline of her body over and over again. He couldn't rip his eyes away even if he wanted to. But this could be the last time he sees Daphne Ayala.

"I'll be right back," he hears distantly. And then he feels himself being dragged away like it was all a horrible fever dream, moving farther and farther from her body and he can’t fight it anymore. All his strength is gone. "Maybe Rick will be with me."

Glass and rocks dig into his skin, wounding it roughly as his feet force him to move along with Negan. He clenches his jaw, not at the pain, but at the reminder that he's still alive in a world she is not.

"If not, well, we can just turn these people inside out, won't we?"

A broken sob finally breaks through the deafening silence. It was deep and agonizing, and the gravity of what had just happened comes crashing down onto Rick's shoulders, just as he was roughly shoved into the RV.

The last thing he saw was the tortured look on Glenn Rhee's face, as if the embodiment of every single one of his nightmares came true all at once.

"I mean..." Negan turns back and flashes a wide grin at the last eight who were kneeled on the bloody ground. Rick watches the tears drip down Glenn's face.

"...the ones that are left."

This was the day Rick Grimes died.

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