#rosita espinosa x reader smut

[writella]

Thinking about when you can’t decide between Daryl and Rosita so the three of you help each other out— ♡

Daryl Dixon x afab!reader x Rosita Espinosa. Daryl’s a bit soft here, but it’s just because he’d do anything for you. Smut. 18+. wc: under 750.

It all started with your lips on his, then hers… you don’t exactly remember how it began, but you allowed it, you kept going.

Honestly, your surprise faded away quicker than you thought as you turned to Daryl. Soft and sweet pleading in your eyes as you silently asked him if this was okay, if he would help you, if he would join in.

So he nodded quietly, Rosita on the other hand was already pushing the straps of your top to the side, kissing your shoulder and collarbone anyway. He let it go, for you.

He met her eyes as well when she came up for a moment. She took the go ahead to take off your shirt and then her own. She smiled widely. This would be fun.

All three of you sat on the sofa with your clothes discarded now.

The wetness you felt between your thighs was one you never felt before. The two bodies that sat on opposite sides of you speaking to every inch of your heart you were left immovable. And in this instance, Daryl wouldn’t move either until he knew what you wanted first, so Rosita was yet again the more fearless one to help initiate you three into the next step.

Her hand slowly made its way up your thigh to tease you. Her fingers now tracing your lips up and down, feeling the bits of wetness that were already peeking out below until she finally pressed a finger onto your clit.

You grabbed onto Daryl’s hand tight, and he held onto you, giving you reassurance.

You feel ready now.

Rosita’s fingers slipped into your hole as you let go of Daryl’s hand, your fingers now gently lacing around his cock. Your free hand goes to Rosita’s pussy, feeling up her own wetness. Your eyes glow toward hers. You made her feel that way. You start to rub and pinch at her clit and she rocks into your hand.

Both Daryl and Rosita spread your legs wide, watching her rub deep circles into you. You grind against her fingers faster, the thought of getting to rub her clit, and her rubbing yours as you stroke Daryl’s cock made you moan gutturally.

Daryl’s hand now goes below Rosita’s as he inserts a finger and then two inside of you. It leaves you speechless. Only sweet sounds and pathetic pants were let out as you looked below: her pretty fingers on your sticky clit and his thick ones in your drenched hole. You moan again, the words coming deep from your firing heart, “oh. my. god.”

You tried to continue to stroke him and press quick circles on her swollen clit, but it was all getting too hard, too much to focus on. Their hands on you made the two of yours spasm, your movements slowing. You whined, telling them you were sorry. You felt like you weren’t doing as well as they were.

“Aw, feels too good, baby?” Rosita asks. There was mischief, but no malice in her voice. She liked how overstimulated you were getting as she watched you become so blissed out for her and your boyfriend.

Daryl kisses the side of your shoulder, rubbing his nose there gently, he doesn’t blame you either. He takes your hand that was on him, licking a wet stripe from your palm to your fingertips before placing it on his base again. His hand now lightly wraps over yours that’s on him. It’s just a slight hover, but it helps. You’re stroking him together.

Rosita follows: her free fingers coming to meet yours over her clit. She presses against you hard to push deep circles into hers as she rocks, until she slides your fingers down to meet her hole. Her hand helps you pump in and out. A quick “Ah,” turns into an “mmm,” and she tilts her head back on the sofa. Her other hand on you returns to its motions on your clit, getting the same reactions from you.

As much as you’re getting from this, it almost feels like you’re being used… The two touching your body, making you wet, the three of you smiling and grunting and moaning because of it? Them using their hands to make you touch them exactly in the way they want?

You were in love with it.

You were theirs.

Completely.

“Keep going,” you say breathlessly; your throat almost choking up from the moan you withheld to tell them: “Please… wanna come for both of you.”

I don’t know how anyone’s hands are not cramping, so I’ll just blame it on the fact that this is a daydream. Anyway, I missed you all!!!

[lunajay33]

@deansapplepie @azanoni @writer-ann-artist @ghostboneswrites2 @daryldixmedown

[carlmipololo]

Guess.

Carl Grimes x fem!reader

Smut, oral sex f!receiving, fingering, car sex, semi public(? clothed eating out and all that jazz. Based on Guess by Charli XCX and Billie Eilish.

Sexuality was something you hadn't explored much, but if you knew something it was that girls were definitely your treat, not that guys weren't attractive to you, but there was something way more appealing about women than men to you.

You had told this to your best friend, except you decided not to let him know about the guys, the young Grimes was accepting of you, how could he not be? You were his best friend, but the disappointment was inevitable for him. Everyone knew, everyone except you, who was oblivious to Carl's obvious interest in you, he was pretty hormonal, and you were pretty, oh hell, he'd be lying if he said he didn't think you were the hottest girl around for him. He'd be lying if he said he had never found himself with his hand down his pants after letting his mind linger on the thought of you bending down to pick something up way longer than it should.

Carl was a hormonal mess. And so were you.

Going on runs was something you did pretty often, and while you waited for Rosita, Tara and Eugene in the van Carl and you came up with something to keep yourselves entertained.

"Okay, so, guessing each other's underwear color? Sounds easy." Of course it was easy, Carl would never suggest something he knew he couldn't win easily.

"Yeah, pretty easy, right? Take your guess, ladies first." He says, trying to keep a straight face, to not let his lips curve up in the cocky grin he was holding back, trying not to give himself away.

You hummed while thinking, you had seen the color of the elastic on Carl's boxers before, it couldn't be that hard, right?

"I'll go with grey. Are they grey?"

Carl chuckled as he shakes his head, amused. "Nope, try again."

After your fair share of tries and repeatedly getting it wrong you were done, letting out a frustrated huff, which was just amusing him even more, a big grin plastered on those pretty lips of his, you had to admit, he was hot when he acted this cocky, but he was also annoying.

"Okay Carl, then why don't you guess the color of mine?"

That was all he wanted to hear, he took his time, leaning in closer, his hot breath against your skin as he whispered in your ear. "I don't have to guess the color of your underwear, I saw it as soon as you sat down."

You gasp, your breath stuck in your throat as soon as he says that, his attitude finally making sense, you wanted to be angry, of course you did, but you couldn't help the way his demeanor and closeness was making you hot, you couldn't help the way your panties sticks to your aching pussy as your slickness wets them.

"What color are they then?" Your voice was way shakier than you intended, and Carl was enjoying it, his hands trailing their way up your thighs. Was he being way too impulsive right now? Of course, he knew he was. Were his hormones allowing him to stop and think it through? Hell no.

"Pink lace, quite pretty by the way... I know you like girls but..." His soft lips brush against your ear, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "You know I'd hit it, right?"

His voice is soft and husky as he says that, his hands sneaking under the hem of your shorts, feeling the warm skin, his lips trailing down to your neck, you couldn't help it, you wanted him to keep going, and the way your hands were gripping at his flannel gave it away.

"Carl...?"

He hums softly in response, his lips latched to your neck, soft kisses and occasional suction that drew pretty moans out your lips. "Want me to stop?"

Your head shakes almost frantically, not wanting him to stop at all, his grin widens against your neck as he lets go of your thighs, one of his hands moving your shorts to the side, his fingers finding your clothed clit, rubbing tiny firm circles over it, earning a myriad of moans from you, already sensitive and responsive.

He can't bite back the smirk on his lips as he lets go of your neck, his lips finding yours quickly, his mouth devouring yours, tongues dancing with each other as he slides his fingers under your wet underwear, sliding a finger inside you. Basically devouring every single moan he coaxes out of you, a second finger adding shortly after as he pumps them in and out, his thumb rubbing over your bundle of nerves to add to the feeling even more.

Carl sucks on your tongue gently, breaking the kiss and taking his fingers out as soon as he senses you're getting close, gummy walls clenching around his fingers continuously. "Why did you stop?" Your voice is breathless and shaky, and he loves he's the cause of it, he shows you the two fingers he previously had inside of you, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he licks them clean, drunken by the taste of your juices. "So fuckin' good, I need to taste you for real."

The cowboy quickly makes his way down to your legs, kissing at your thighs and nibbling on them gently as he props your legs open and over his shoulders, wet lips and tiny love bites being imprinted on your inner thighs as he finally faces your clothed pussy, he takes in the scent, so tempting, he's the hardest he's ever been, but he tries brushing it off and focus on you, his hand moving the shorts away, but he leaves you panties in place, admiring the wet patch on them that makes the baby pink fabric slightly translucent, drawing out the outline of your folds.

"M'gonna make you feel good, pretty girl."

His voice is husky as he leans into you, pressing a soft kiss over your clothed clit, making you jolt as a shiver runs down your spine, he holds your hips down with his hands, a low laugh from him rumbling through your folds as he starts making out with your clothed cunt, tongue lapping at the fabric that sticks to you, now wet in your slickness and his spit, the feeling is enough to have you gaping, gasping for air as he pleases you over your clothes, hands reaching for his hair as you watch the windows of the van fog lightly, back arching slightly as your cheeks become reddened and eyes look glazy.

Carl decides to finally give into his own temptation, moving the panties to the side and finally tasting you fully, his tongue tracing a line up your slit before he starts lapping at your wet cunt relentlessly, making your eyes roll back as you tighten your hold on his hair, mumbling sweet nothings into the air as you whimper in a way that makes Carl almost come in his pants as he hears you, loving the way you taste on his mouth.

"C-Carl, I'm close..."

His tongue keeps moving as you say that, sucking gently on your clit, knowing that he wants to make a mess out of you, to make you come undone under his touch in such a way you will never want anyone else to do those things to you, so he quickly inserts his two fingers again, curving them up to search for your G spot, finding it easily as you almost scream the moment he presses on it, shaky hands tugging at his hair, he continues eating you out like it was his last chance to do it ever, enjoying every single second of it as he fingers you, coaxing your walls open each time you tighten around him, knowing you're about to cum in his mouth.

"C'mon pretty girl, come for me."

He whispers and quickly dips his tongue back into your folds, relishing in the feeling of your body squirming and arching under his touch as you finally come hard, a loud moan leaving your lips as you close your eyes, mind completely blank, Carl is quick to drink your juices, the ones he earned with his own mouth and fingers, he gently takes his fingers out of you and fixes your panties and shorts back to normal, smiling at how fucked out you look, so pretty because of him.

"The color of my underwear, the ones you couldn't guess, wanna find out later?"

"Bet."

He smiles at you, leaning in for a quick kiss, making you look presentable again before the others return, sitting back straight again as the rest of the little group gets back inside the van, Tara looks back at you both, smiling, "Did you guys get bored waiting? It took us longer than we thought." Carl shakes his head quickly, a satisfied smirk on his face. "What did you do to entertain yourselves?"

"A little guessing game, it can be way more entertaining than you think."

I'm dead

Tags: @crxssbowcarl @lunarnightt @carlsangel @aurasplanet @herrera2k @hiro--aoki @girlthatsinsane

[spanktony]

REASSURE ME - rosita espinosa

summary: when maggie gets to touchy, you make sure you reassure your girlfriend in the best way possible.

words: 1k+

warnings: 18+, g!p reader, smut, oral, fingering, p in v, slightly jealous rosita

notes: took too long to post this sorry guys 😢

navigation. request.

"Where are you going?" Rosita asks, watching you put your belt on. "Maggie's been begging me to help her fix our crops," you reply, adjusting the buckle. "It's like she doesn't understand she left Hilltop to relax and get away from work."

Rosita chuckles, shaking her head. "Well, you've always been the reliable one when it comes to lending a hand. Just make sure you don't overexert yourself, we don't want you burning out like last time."

She gives you a knowing look, remembering the time you pushed yourself too hard and ended up sick for a week.

You hold up your hands in surrender, "Of course, my love." You reassure Rosita, kissing her on the forehead. "I'll be back home in an hour."

Although an hour and a half passes, you're not home. Rosita decides to leave the house and check up on you and Maggie, with water in her hand, worried about your well-being.

She hopes that you haven't overexert yourself again and that everything is okay.

Only to find you both laughing and enjoying each other's company. Rosita can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, wondering if you prioritize Maggie's company over hers.

Maggie squeezes your bicep, and you lift up your shirt, revealing your toned abs and jokingly flexing.

Rosita's jealousy raises as she watching the stupid smile on your face due to Maggie's reaction. She tries her best to hide her emotions, but deep down, she feels betrayed and insecure.

She wonders if there is something more than just friendship between you and Maggie, like lingering feelings that have yet to be explored.

Rosita walks up to you, and Maggie walks away to grab a nearby bucket. "Hey, love." You smile, wrapping your arm around Rosita's waist. "What's on your mind?"

Rosita hesitates for a moment but then takes a deep breath before speaking up. "I didn't know showing off your body was part of fixing crops."

She glances over at Maggie, who is now bending over to pick up the bucket to fill it with water. "It just seems like you're more interested in impressing her than actually helping out."

Your eyebrows furrow, and you release your grip on Rosita's waist. "I...I..." You let out a chuckle, a bit surprised by Rosita's comment, and lost for words.

Rosita rolls her eyes, slapping the water bottle against your chest. "Just forget it."

You take a step back, watching your girlfriend walk away with a slight frown on your face.

Hours pass, and Rosita is awoken by the bathroom door creaking open. She groggily sits up in bed, seeing you get dressed in your boxers and sports bra in the dimly lit room.

You crawl toward her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. As much as she tries to fight it, she can't help but melt into your touch.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to upset you," you whisper softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Can I make it up to you?"

Rosita looks into your eyes, her frown slowly fading away. You place a kiss on her lips, feeling her reciprocate it with a soft sigh. Without breaking the kiss, you push away the covers, resting between her legs and deepening the kiss with a small groan.

Your hands explore every inch of her body, tracing the curves and contours that you have come to know so well. The curves that you love due to the fact they mold perfectly in your palms.

Rosita had a habit of just wearing one of your oversized t-shirts to bed, and tonight was no exception. You lift up your shirt, revealing her bare skin underneath, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through both of you.

The cool air kisses her exposed flesh, heightening the sensations of hands and their exploration.

Parting your lips from the kiss, you lean in to whisper in her ear, "You look absolutely irresistible in my shirt."

Her cheeks flush with a rosy hue as she gazes up at you, a playful spark dancing in her eyes. The soft fabric clings to her curves, accentuating her every contour and making her even more alluring in your eyes.

You kiss her stomach, tracing a path with your lips that sends shivers down her spine. She arches her back, a soft moan escaping her lips, as your kisses continue lower.

Her breath quickens and her hands grip the sheets, her body yearning for more of your touch. You hold apart her thighs, teasing her ever so slightly before finally giving in to her desires.

Rosita lets out a low whine, your tongue dancing sensually against her most sensitive spot. The taste of her arousal drives you wild, fueling your want to please her even more.

You continue to explore her with your mouth, your fingers join in the dance, and if you weren't so focused on the sight in front of you, you'd see your girlfriend trying her best to stay quiet.

Her lip tucked between her teeth, head thrown back, and knuckles white.

Rosita's hips start to move involuntarily, grinding against your face as she loses herself in the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

"Baby, fuck!" she gasps, gripping your hair tightly as her climax approaches. Her walls tighten around your fingers, and her moans become uncontrollable, "I'm cumming.."

She lets out a primal scream, her body shaking in euphoria, and you revel in the satisfaction of knowing you've brought her to the brink and beyond.

Rosita lets out another gasping moan, feeling you sink into her without warning. Her eyes widen in surprise, but her body arches with pleasure appreciating the pleasant surprise.

"You're so pretty, baby. How could I ever want someone else?" You whisper, your thumb tracing delicate circles on her flushed cheek. Rosita's breath hitches as she locks eyes with you, feeling close to the edge already.

Her lips part, but no words escape, only small whines of pleasure as she desperately tries to hold back her release. You lean in closer, your voice husky with desire. "Let go, Rosita," you murmur, your words dripping with need.

The sound of her whimpering only grow louder as she finally surrenders herself to you and the amazing pleasure you bring her and only her.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

LETHAL

rosita espinosa x fem!reader, 357 words

kinktober day seven: guns (plus she has a strap) (NSFW)

Her gun presses against your temple as you ride her strap, pressing harder into you in a reminder to keep your eyes on her. 

Rosita bumps her hips up, driving the strap deeper into you. You whine, ignoring the gun planted firmly to your head as you lean in to kiss her. Her kiss is rough, her need for you as great as your craving for her. 

She trails the barrel of the gun down your body, down your waist to your hips. It’s not loaded, but still you feel the threat of it looming dangerously – as if of its own volition the gun would go off, suddenly loaded, suddenly lethal. Its presence feeds a heady adrenaline in you. 

“Keep going,” Rosita orders, her tone commanding when you falter as she brings the gun back up to your head. Quickly you regain your rhythm again on her strap. “Good girl.” 

At her praise you whine, and when your head lulls back slightly she takes the opportunity to run the end of the gun down the column of your throat. You gasp – she moves it away, replacing it with her lips on your neck as she kisses down to your collarbones. 

You struggle again to keep going, keep your rhythm with her persistent distractions. The way her hips ram up into you, the repositioning of the gun and the way she pulls you so roughly to kiss her leaves your concentration wavering. 

Noticing your struggle, Rosita pushes you to lay back on the bed, quickly sliding back into you and starting to suck a mark at your pulse point. Her hips rock into you at a quick pace, and you see the euphoria in her expression as she savors every desperate sound she pulls from you. 

“Couldn’t fucking keep up,” she says breathlessly, her tone condescending. “You wanted to ride me, but even with a gun to your head you need me to make you come.” 

Suddenly the gun is back on you, digging into the side of your head as you feel yourself driven closer to ecstasy, closer to an orgasm with Rosita’s gun pressed against you. 

[sunnybunnyy2]

Morning pick-me-up

Rosita Espinosa x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral(Rosita receiving), girl x girl, kissing, might be swearing, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Abe’s death, Subish Rosita

Word count: 2.3k

Setting: Season 9 time-skip

AN: this is my first smut and obviously my first girlxgirl fanfic. I decided to try it out because I am making a fanfic on Wattpad and Rosita is one of the love interests so I wanted to get into the vibe of her, and also the lack of fanfics in this fandom is criminal. I have never done this in real life if you couldn’t tell by the writing :/

Your eyes were glued to the bowl in front of you as you used a metal fork to whisk the eggs into scrabbled form.

Eggs that were being laid by the many chickens at Hiltop were beginning to get fewer and fewer in the crates the communities had been trading.

Ever since Rick's demise Michonne had been closing herself off from the other communities which meant they weren’t just losing touch with friends but with resources that could help make Alexandria a better place.

You could sympathize with her. You really could. She had lost the man she loved when she was pregnant, leaving her to not only raise Judith by herself but her unborn child.

That child, RJ, had been a part of Alexandria for nearly a year and a half. But Michonne’s wounds were still sore after an old friend of hers kidnapped Judith and half a dozen other children from the place they thought were safest.

Your fear of another threat outweighed your desire to hang out with your other friends. You could not deal with another saviour's war. Not after what it had done to your girlfriend.

Rosita was left broken after the death of her ex-boyfriend, Abraham. She had confided in you that it wasn’t over the fact that she still loved him, she knew their love wasn’t true; it was because of convenience. She had just been drowning in guilt after the way their last conversation had gone, but with the war long over peace filled the air of Alexandria once again.

They would never forget the lives that were lost but they could begin to live for themselves.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even heard your girlfriends' quiet footsteps.

“Jesus, what did those eggs do to you?” She asked with a snort as she wrapped her arms around your waist, her head resting on your shoulder after she felt you jump at her sudden presence.

“Holy, shit. You scared me.” You replied as you pulled the wet fork out of the batch of over-mixed eggs, sighing in contentment as you poured them into the low-heat pan.

“Hey. baby.” She muttered softly as she pulled her head to the side to lay light kisses on your skin. A smile tugged harshly at her lips as result.

“Hey, yourself.” Your smile turned into a grin as you felt her smile on your neck. Her arms left your waist to rub your sides lightly, causing a laugh to leave your lips at how ticklish it felt.

“I missed you in bed.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep.” You spoke with a faint shrug, feeling guilty about leaving the bed when you knew that she didn’t sleep well alone.

“Don’t say sorry, Baby. Not to me.” Rosita said in a soft but firm voice as her hands clasped tighter around the handles of your waist before slowly turning your body to face her, causing you to stop your stirring of the eggs.

“I- I just know you don’t sleep the best-” You started as you wrapped your arms around her neck, it looked almost like you were about to slow dance.

“I sleep the best when you sleep the best. If you’re not sleeping good neither am I, okay? Don’t be scared to get out of bed, Y/N.” She said firmly and roughly but her words were genuine. They always were. If you ever wanted an honest opinion, Rosita was your girl. She was your girl.

“I love you.” You said as you looked into her eyes, seemingly entranced.

She let out what people would call a giggle before a wide smile pulled on her full lips as she replied, “I love you too, you dork.”

She leaned her pink, pillowy lips towards yours. They rested there for a second before you leaned in the rest of the distance.

Just as any other time your lips became one, you felt a light shock and it felt as though someone was turning your insides into a trampoline. As weird as it sounds, you craved it. You wanted nothing more than to constantly feel what you were feeling. To be constantly lost in her lips.

After a moment Rosita’s hands slid down your hips towards your bottom before squeezing the plush flesh harshly, ripping a moan from your interlocked lips giving Rosita the perfect opportunity to slip her tongue into her parted lips.

Her tongue explored every inch of your mouth like it was the first time all over again. It ran over your gums, your teeth and the roof of your mouth.

No part of your mouth was untouched by Rosita’s skilled tongue, it dove into every nook and cranny making sure to not leave a piece of it untouched.

You pulled one of your hands away from her dark and knotty strands to shove your dominant one under her nightgown to rub on her, now-exposed, stomach.

The cold air nibbled at her skin as the front part of her was exposed to the chilling morning air that blew in from the open kitchen window. Your thumb ran over the smooth skin before you placed that hand on the skin of her back, exposing it even more.

Her nightgown was now only covering one side of her, the other hiked up so far you were beginning to see the outline of her breast. Your hands tugged at the dip of her back as you roughly yanked her closer to you, her unclothed core rubbing against your clothed one with every jerk of her hips.

When air finally became a necessity, Rosita pulled away with a gasp, her hips began to rub harsher as her need for release grew stronger. With one of her more rough thrusts you let out a whimper as her lips rubbed against your clit causing goose bumps to rise against your body, and your breasts tighten into sharp points.

Rosita’s wetness began to drip down her thighs, catching your attention as you pulled back slightly only to see a soaked-through spot on your panties.

Rosita let out a huff at the fact that her movements were interrupted so she dipped her finger in between her legs in an attempt to get herself off but before she could get any closer to her lower lips you slapped her hand away gently causing her to scowl at you in response.

“The hell is your problem?” She sassed as she threw her head backwards with a loud and annoyed huff.

“Why’re you being such a brat?” You asked as you leaned over to plant your lips on her exposed neck, certainly not missing the way her hands immediately clutched to the back of your head.

She moaned as you began to such harshly on her skin. Wanting everyone to see just how needy she was.

“I- just- fuck I need you... please.” She whimpered as she finally used her words.

You pulled your lips away from her wet skin as well as your body. You took hold of the end of her nightgown which had fallen back down to its normal place when you had pulled away from her body. She raised her arms above your head to assist you in taking the garment off of her sticky skin.

Once you had dropped the clothing on the floor she had turned her body away, preparing to make her way up the stairs to head to the bedroom, but you stopped her before she could make it any further.

“No, I’m not waiting any longer.” You spoke as you grabbed her arm to drag her towards the medium-abandoned couch.

You pulled your hand out of hers as you neared the piece of furniture, your hands pulling away your oversized nightshirt before you were plopping down on the couch landing on your back while you did so.

She stood beside you, eyes trained on your perked-up breasts as she rubbed her thighs together.

Rosita worshiped everything about you. There wasn’t a thing that she didn’t like. Not. A. Thing. She didn’t really have a favourite part of you, but if she had to say your eyes. She felt as though staring into them would be the sunniest she would ever be.

She wouldn’t really call herself a boob girl, or an ass girl or even a thigh girl. She loved those things about you equally but right now, she would have to say your boobs were her favourite.

She smiled to herself as she swung herself over your clothed pussy hoping that she would be able to get the friction that she was craving. The friction only you could give her.

But she stopped her movements when she felt your hands softly running over her tanned legs.

Her eyes locked onto your face after you pulled one hand away from her legs to gesture towards your mouth.

“Are you sure? You’re soaked.” Rosita pointed out as she furrowed her eyebrows.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want your mouth on her, it was just the fact that she felt like she had been neglecting you slightly with the amount of work she had been assigned to do around Alexandria, plus she had been one of the Alexandrian’s to have to travel to the other communities, which not only took an immense amount of energy but so much time that she could be spending with you.

“I wanna taste you, Ro. I miss you.” You all but begged as you began to pull her body towards your face while doing so you felt wetness follow in her tracks.

“You sure?” Rosita asked as she pressed her knees to

outline around your neck, her centre hovering so close you could feel the heat.

“Yeah, can I?” You asked for consent which earned you a desperate nod in response. You took a deep breath before you pulled Rosita's hips down roughly against your hot tongue, causing it to flicker her engorged clitoris softly. Her brown clitoris pulsated quickly as she let out a gasp at the sudden contact.

After playing with her for a few minutes longer you moved your hands from her hips to use your thumbs to pull apart her lips, opening up her beauty to your eyes and without delaying what you both needed any longer you stuck your tongue into her soppy hole.

Her taste over welcomed you as you gripped her ass tightly to hold her still against her needy lips.

Rosita’s head was thrown back in pure ecstasy as the pleasure of your skilled tongue overwhelmed her. Her hips jerked without her consent as she tightly clasped your hair and for a second she was scared she might rip it out of your scalp but when she received a moan in response she knew she was in the clear.

No one had ever made her feel like you did. Sure she had slept with a fair amount of people in her days on earth. Before the apocalypse and after, but she had never felt so cared for and respected when she offered herself so openly to someone. She had never felt so loved.

With you it was easy to be herself, at first she had put walls up in an attempt to keep herself safe from the bad luck she had felt was always hovering over her shoulder, waiting for her to finally be happy before it took away the ones she loved. But soon she realized that you didn’t like the person she tried to be. You loved the sass that filled her tone when she was fed up with someone’s BS or the fact that she would get excited and giddy for no reason at all.

She loved you as much as she knew you loved her. She knew thought she loved you more. You were all she thought about, day and night. She wasn’t lying when she said that she could only sleep if she knew you were happy and sleeping. It was like something was restraining her from doing anything until she knew that you were safe.

A loud moan tore through the air as you began to use your fingers to toy with her sensitive nub, pleasure erupted from her hole as her toes began to cramp up, and sweat began to roll down her face as she began to ride yours. Your nose constantly bumped against her hole when your tongue slipped from inside of her. Her walls contracted against nothing until you replaced your nose with a finger and, then after a few seconds, another.

Heavy pants left your mouth as the minutes without oxygen were beginning to catch up with you so to bring your girlfriend the release she was desperately; craving you brought your lips towards her nub before you closed your lips around it, softly sucking the muscle as you curled your fingers as far as they could go in her tight walls and after a second the grip on your fingers began to be painful as Rosita reached her end.

Loud moans poured out of her mouth and her hips jerked with so much force that she nearly fell over, her nails dug into your thighs as she leaned back. Cum gushed out of her hole as you angled your mouth to catch it all.

“Yes! Yes! Don’t stop- so s-so good!” She panted loudly as he continued your motions to help her ride out this intense high for as long as humanly possible.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and shy giggles, you were both naked on the couch as they ate the slightly burnt, over-scrambled eggs, but you guys weren't complaining.

It was totally worth it. It was a much-needed morning pick-me-up.

[sinsandsweetness]

POKER NIGHT

(Rick x fem!reader x Rosita)

Happy pride month loveys!! I am working on a million things rn but I started this a while ago and thought, what better time to finish it up then now…

Let me know what you think!

warnings: 18+ content. mdni, not really proof read sorry, alcohol comsumption, smutty smutty smut stuff, oral sex, FFM threesome, girl on girl.

“Alright, turn 'em over,” Rick tapped his cards against the coffee table, giving you a playful grin. You, Rosita, Tara and him all turned them over at the same time.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Again?”

“Jeez Rosita.”

She only laughed and collected the pot from the table, pulling the goodies into a pile in front of her.

“That’s like three weeks in a row. I don’t have anything left to even bet on…” Tara complained. Making you all laugh even harder as you sipped on some cherry wine.

“Im giving up. I'm going to bed.” Tara put her arms up in surrender and got up, making her way to the front porch.

“Night!” you called as she put her shoes on.

“Next week? Same time?” She asked and you all nodded, agreeing and giving a thumbs up before she shut the door.

You grabbed the bottle of wine from Rosita and took a swig.

“Another game or are you guys too tired?” You asked.

“I'm not really tired but I think my brain’s definitely done for the day.” Rick grabbed the bottle from your hands, took a swig and passed it back.

“Same here.” Rosita took the bottle back and a long chug. “Let's just sit and drink. Nobody has watch in the morning, right?”

“I’m off till Saturday.”

“Me too.” Rick answered.

“Looks like we can stay up then.” Rosita kicked her feet up and crossed her legs. Sending the wine for another circle around the table.

Two more bottles had the three of you trying your absolute hardest to keep in your drunken giggles.

“No, Rick you don't even know. She had him like this,” Rosita had moved to mount you on your spot beside him on the couch. Being sure to tuck your hands under her thighs as she straddled you. You were trying not to laugh as she was fake swinging at your face with sound effects and everything. “And he literally couldn't move or anything!”

You looked over and Rick was smiling big and leaning even further into the couch, knees spread wide.

“She’s a tough one.” He said, all amused from the show in front of him.

“Yeah she is. Got him real good. Shoulda known not to mess with our girl.”

He hummed in agreement. You looked over and up at him, cheeks all flush from the wine, pupils dilated and glued to you.

Rosita climbed off but plopped down right next to you, legs almost on top of yours. Suddenly extra aware of her touches on your leg.

“Wasn’t the first time she kicked ass. Won't be the last.” She patted your thigh a couple times, and kept her hand there. The action definitely not going without Rick's notice.

“Ohmygosh and then-” She kept rambling. You were sort of lost by the feeling of Rick staring at you. And Rositas thumb rubbing a pattern onto your thigh wasn't helping either.

“Don't you agree? Rick?” Rosita asked, sparking Rick’s attention.

“Hm?”

“That new haul from the Hilltop run? These jeans. Don't they just hug her so nicely?”

He licked his lips and looked right at you, down to your jeans and back up. “Oh. Yeah,” He chuckled. They were looking at each other now, silently agreeing on something. A very interesting cloud of tension filled the air and Rositas hand moved further up your thigh.

“She always looks so good doesn't she?”

Rick sat up, leaning his elbow on his knees.

“So cute, I could just eat her right up.” She leaned in and nuzzled her nose into your neck. You let out a nervous sigh and could actually feel your heart rate start to rise.

“Mhm.” He slowly started running his own hand up your opposite leg.

“No wonder you’re always pulling her away. Taking her on those runs, just the two of you.”

“Can't even blame me can you?”

“I’m right here you guys.” You sounded out of breath, the attention from the two of them making your head feel light. Though it was probably more so the wines fault than anything.

“We know, sweetheart.” Rick tipped your chin towards him and caught your lips with his own, kissing you gently. Rosita took the opportunity to start kissing down your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin on your jaw, and then back down to your shoulder.

Ok. This was happening. Alright.

Rick's hands started at your shirt, lifting and pulling its delicate fabric, up and over your head. While Rosita started on your pants. You didn't even know where to put your hands. It didn't matter much since she just put them where she wanted them anyway. She took you by the hips and pulled you down on top of her, with her back to the cool leather of the living room couch. Pulling on your thighs so you had no choice but to straddle her. She pulled you down to meet her lips. Rick moved to press himself up behind you, hands on your sides, right above rositas.

Grinding you down onto her as you kissed her back. Her tongue exploring your whole mouth, soft, plush lips so warm against your own. She kissed like she knew what she was doing. Which was really no surprise to you. Your own hands, without even realizing, went to unbutton her shirt. Peeling it off as Rick pulled you by the hips, dragging you back towards him. You whined at the loss of contact with Rositas lap, but he just let out an amused huff.

“She can’t have all o’ you.” He teased, pulling your jeans down, so they were around your knees, ass exposed as he palmed it with rough hands.

Rosita smiled up at him and shimmied out of her own pants, positioning herself right in front of you. When you looked up, you saw her cherry stained lips, and when you looked down, you saw her black lace thong.

Wow. Yeah this was definitely happening. The wine must have given you some sort of courage you didn’t even know you had, because you reached forward and pulled her hips towards your face. Looking back for a moment. The heat had already raise to your cheeks and you just needed some sort of reassurance. Rick was smirking and giving you a very approving nod.

“Go on, don’t be gettin all shy on us…” He teased, while his fingers dragged through your wetness. So you turned back and dipped down, to kiss her over the lacy fabric. Her hands went to your hair as you peeled her panties off, kissing her stomach and down further until you heard a real moan. There it is.

You started to lick and lap at her cunt. Trying to replicate the way Rick would always do it to you. The technique was obviously working based on the firm grip she had on your hair and the wetness seeping out onto your chin. Your tongue working her soft folds, sucking on her clit and trying to work out a pattern that would earn the best reaction from her. Whatever got her breathing all heavy and gripping your hair even tighter.

Rick was still behind you, clearly enjoying the show. He’d lined himself up with your own cunt, rubbing his precum around in your slick, before slowly pushing all the way in.

“How is she?” Rick asked from behind you as he started slowly fucking you from behind.

“Uh- so good…” Rosita let her head fall back. Relishing in the feel of your tongue.

“Atta girl.” He praised you, hand reaching around to rub your clit. “Her mouth is just heaven, ain’t it?”

“Uhuh.” Her legs tightened around your head and Rick started to thrust hard enough that you couldn’t help but moan against her. The vibration of your muffled moans made her twitch and already you could feel that familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Rick had the perfect angle to hit your sweet spot with every single thrust, in combination with the circles he was rubbing against your clit. You both knew you wouldn’t last too long.

You felt a little more confident, with the way she was stuttering and cute little sounds were threatening to pour out of her mouth. So you decided to insert your fingers. If you were gonna eat the girl out, you were gonna be damn sure you made her cum.

And you did.

Two digits inside, curling upwards. The sounds of her juices squelching as you sucked on her clit, your own spit starting to run down your chin. Giving every ounce of attention you could possibly give. Even with the man pounding into you. Which by the way, definitely made it ten times more difficult. Because part of you wanted to just close your eyes and let Rick push your face into the carpet and fuck you into a shaky mess. But the other was so drunk off wine and pussy, that you couldn’t, even if you wanted to. Stuck in a determined trance between the two bodies.

You could actually feel Rositas walls tighten around you and you could tell she was close. Your name escaping her lips all rushed and quick, “I’m cumming-I’m cumming I- uh,” and the most adorable, sexy moan left her pretty mouth as she held your face against her cunt. Grinding down onto your tongue as you finger fucked her right through the orgasm. Her shaky breaths matching your own as Rick pulled up on your hair.

You thought your eyes could have rolled back to your brain. The way he twisted you around and kissed you, the taste of Rositas cum still on your lips. Moaning against him, you could feel hands on your breasts. Rosita positioning herself further under you, kissing and sucking at your chest. Gently tugging your nipple with her teeth, while her hand went to replace Ricks, rubbing on your clit. That was it for you. The attention from them both sent you over the edge, moaning into Rick's mouth as your grabbed onto Rositas arm. Rick's own hips stuttered slightly as he released almost at the exact same time.

The three of you caught your breaths in a sweaty, tangled pile on the ground. Drunken, post orgasm smiled were on each of your faces as you slowly pieced your clothes back together. Staying there for a few moments right in between them.

Rick started moving to plant lazy kisses scattering down your neck. Clearly not quite done with the evening, and trying to initiate another round. Rosita noticed and took it as a queue to leave. Not that either of you would have minded her staying. Clearly.

But regardless, she got up to gather her stuff. Dressed and ready to head back to her house.

“I’ll see you next week, sweetie,” she dipped down to kiss your cheek. Blushing hard as she walked away.

“G’night, Rick.” She winked at him and waved at you both from the porch, closing the door behind her.

You didn’t know if you wanted to wait a full week.

[enid-rhees]

morning | rosita espinosa x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: morning sex, eating out. (reader receiving) MINORS DNI

A/N: hope you all enjoy! requests are open! if you’d like to request, just read pinned!

your eyes fluttered open when you felt your shorts begin to slide down your legs. when you lifted your head, Rosita laid at the edge of the bed, smiling softly up at you.

“good morning,” she grinned, flinging your shorts and underwear somewhere across the room. “morning,” you rasped.

Rosita slowly made her way up your body, stopping when her lips lightly hovered over yours. you closed the small distance between them, kissing her softly. when she pulled away, the sun that peeked out from the blinds illuminated her face perfectly.

“why are you up so early?” you asked her. a smirk formed on her face as she made her way back down your body. “had a dream. was just endlessly making you come on my tongue. had to make it real.” she hummed, spreading your thighs apart.

Rosita started to leave light kisses on your inner thighs, sucking marks into them and squeezing them softly. you let out a small moan.

“you’re already so fucking wet.” she said, smiling widely. “only for you,” you choked out.

without warning, Rosita plunged her tongue into you. you gasped as your hands reached for her hair, tangling your fingers into the soft strands. she moaned at the feeling, and the vibration caused waves of pleasure to pulse through you.

she tightly held your thighs as her tongue licked through every crevice of you, spreading them open wider than before. your head fell back on the pillow and your back arched off the bed.

your first orgasm began to approach and you started to breathe erratically, hips grinding up against Rosita’s tongue as you chased your orgasm.

“Ro,” you moaned out. “Ro, i’m close.”

her right hand released your thigh as she started to rub your clit with her thumb. a loud, long moan echoed through the room as your orgasm pulsed through your body.

Rosita looked up at you, her lips glistening with your wetness. “can you take one more, sweetheart?”

you were so out of it, but nodded your head repeatedly. “yes… yes, please, Ro. i need you.”

she smiled at your fucked out state, lifting your legs over her shoulders. “ready, hon?” you nodded again.

Rosita’s lips attached to your clit with one harsh suck and your hips jolted up. you were still sensitive from your previous release, but it was quick subsided as she entered two fingers inside of you.

the double pleasure was an overwhelming feeling and you couldn’t help the high pitched moans that constantly left your lips. you were sure others could hear you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

your chest rose and fell quickly as your second orgasm already started to creep up on you. you barely had time to warn Rosita as it hit you like a truck. a scream practically left your mouth.

Rosita gently set your legs back on the bed. she crawled back over to you, wrapping her arms around your body.

“feeling okay, love?” she asked softly. you nodded, so fucked out you couldn’t even speak. she placed a kiss on your sweaty forehead, pulling the covers over the two of you.

“you did so good for me.” she whispered. “so, so good. always such a good girl for me.”

[wingedtrash]

My intro/begging for motivation

(after literally leaving this account vacant for months)

My names Ellie, I write (when I feel like it which isn’t very much anymore bc… writers block)

But maybe y’all can help me out of that by leaving requests/asks for the following fandoms? Please I’m begging

Said fandoms being:

The Walking Dead

Red Dead Redemption

The Last of us

Marvel (in general)

X-Men

Resident Evil

COD

Blue eye Samurai

The new Fallout Prime show

Etc. if I can think of more I’ll keep listing

I write smut and fluff, don’t be shy with asks because I will write just about anything. Of course when we get into the smut territory there will have to be some boundaries, but I can go into those after I get a couple of asks because this probably isn’t going to gain any traction anyway.

Thank you for reading and perhaps think about leaving an ask for me to write!

[writella]

Visualizer for Friend Like You.

Rick and Rosita’s blazing night with their garden girl.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, biting the inside of your lip, both their eyes making your heart race, “Rosita… yes… you’re so pretty.” ❀˖°

[carlplsrailme]

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 | 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚,𝐞

rosita espinosa x fem!reader

cw: strap use, sex in front of an open window.

request: I wanna ride Rosita’s strap. That’s all I have to say. 🙅‍♀️

"fuuuuck" you moaned out, dropping your hips down as her strap pushes deeper into you

you almost curse yourself for not caring about the uncovered window displayed next to you, if anything it got you more excited. the conscious part of you knew it was too early for anyone to be out, plus, being this high up wouldn't be a huge concern

you giggle softly, she looked up at you with brows twitching and a slight smirk on her lips

"whats so funny?" honey voice dripping off her lips and onto yours once you connect them. you rest your head on hers as you roll your hips once more

"just thinkin' about how advanced this whole town is" you reply, obviously not talking about the ice cream stand or the courthouse.

she laughed, pushing her hips up as they ram into your g-spot

"yeah, who knew an underground sex shop would be in a wholesome town like this?" she whispered on your neck as you dug your face into her shoulder, catching her scent heavy on her hair

morning sex like this was always nice, and slow, especially now with how she works and well...this strap

you felt the silicone hit your walls over and over, knowing that you both are no longer gonna chit-chat and roll your hips as you search for your orgasm rapidly.

she places her hands on your hips as she thrusts her hips upwards, causing you to grab her frantically and cry out sharp moans

you slip her nipple into your mouth, using it as almost a gag for yourself, knowing these thin walls aren't something to mess with.

she maneuvered her hand to your clit, rubbing it until you felt your orgasm reaching you suddenly

her tit popping out of your mouth you whined softly against her before cumming around her strap, she let out a strained moan before reaching her orgasm as well. you kissed her softly as her second alarm rang out, knowing that's all the time you had.

an: i know it's short, but i just really wanted to write this <333

[fanfics4all]

Angry Sex

Request: Yes / No Kinktober Day 27!

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Rosita Espinosa x Male!Reader 

Word count: 1132

Warnings: SMUT

Y/N: Your Name 

Summary: While on a run with Rosita all the anger you have for each other comes to a head.

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Rosita and I were going on a run. Together. Ever since we met, there were strong feelings. We argued pretty much whenever we saw each other. So, this run was about to be worse than the dead walking. It was Rick’s idea. Normally I didn’t have a problem with Rick, he took care of me, but right now I was pissed. I knew he was just trying to get us to get along, but she was so intense. 

I grunted as I grabbed my run bag. We were gonna be gone for around two days. Rosita was leaning against the car, impatiently waiting for me. I rolled my eyes and tossed my bag in the back, hopping into the passenger seat. Rosita sighed as she sat in the driver’s seat. 

Once we got to the town we were told to go check out, we exited the car and searched the buildings. It wasn’t too hard since the city didn’t have a lot of walkers in it. After we searched some we drifted away a bit. I was searching some store when I heard a scream. I rushed to where I heard it and found a walker on top of Rosita. I quickly killed it and pulled it off her. I looked around the store and rolled my eyes. 

“Are you seriously risking your life for some damn makeup?” I asked, frustratedly. She looked at me with a slight guilt in her eyes. 

“I thought you were smarter than this! You see some makeup and your turn into a fucking idiot?” I asked, pissed off. 

“What the fuck did you just call me?” She asked, stepping closer. 

“An idiot.” I said, narrowing my eyes. She lifted her hand and smacked me across the face, before storming out of the store. I stood there in shock… Who the fuck does she think she is slapping me!? I followed out and found her leaning against the car. I stormed up to her and grabbed her by the shirt. 

“What the hell are you doing!?” She asked. 

“I’m gonna teach you a fucking lesson.” I said. I pulled her towards the hood of the car and pushed her to lean over it. I pulled her shorts, revealing that she was wearing a black thong. My dick stiffened and I smacked her ass, hard. She yelped, but I could tell she enjoyed it. 

“If you even think about slapping me again, we’ll do this all over.” I said as I spanked her again. I pushed my bulge against her barely covered pussy and she whimpered. She was grinding back before I gripped her hips. 

“I’m in charge now. You’re not getting anything your way.” I growled. She whined and tried to move again, but I held her tightly in place. 

“Y-Y/N, please…” She begged quietly. If it wasn’t for the silent city I probably wouldn’t have heard her. 

“Please what?” I asked with a smirk as I smacked her ass again. 

“Please, fuck me… I need it…” She begged, making my smirk grow. I pulled her against my chest and roughly pulled her shirt off. Her tit bounced a bit from the action. 

“I always knew you were a little slut.” I whispered in her ear. I pushed her back against the hood and unbuckled my belt. My pants fell around my ankles and I ran my finger along the thin cloth covering her pussy. She moaned and I could feel her wetness growing. I bent down and pulled the thong off as I dropped to my knees. She was so wet and I needed to taste her. I moved closer, breathing against her pussy as she shuttered above me. I plunged my tongue into her and she moaned. I quickly smacked her ass as a warning to keep her mouth shut. I didn’t do walkers ruining our time. 

I couldn’t help myself, her pussy tasted so good. She clenched around my tongue and I knew she was close. I pulled away just as she was about to cum, making her whine. I chuckled and smacked her pussy. She whimpered, but I watched her hole clench around nothing. 

“Stop teasing.” She hissed and I quickly stood up. 

“I thought I said you’re not in charge here.” I hissed and smacked her ass a bit harder. I covered her mouth before she screamed out. I pulled my boxers down and gripped my cock in my free hand. 

“See, bad girls like you get punished. You don’t go around smacking people that just saved your fucking life!” I growled and pushed into her completely. I didn’t bother waiting for her to adjust, just started fucking her hard. She moaned into my hand and I groaned at the feeling. I wrapped my other hand around her waist and pulled her up so her back was against my chest. I moved my hand that was covering her mouth down to her throat and lightly squeezed. I was grunting and moaning quietly in her ear since I could control my volume. I felt her clench around me and started fucking her harder and faster. She was cumming hard. I let go of her throat and pushed three fingers into her mouth, making her gurgle around them. I groaned as I felt her cum covering me, but didn’t slow down. Her legs were shaking and she whimpered around my fingers. I was getting close. My thrusts were still rough, but I started to stutter. 

“T-Too much…” She mumbled around my fingers. 

“Don’t care, I’m gonna fuck you until I’m done.” I said, making her whimper again. I pulled out to the tip and slammed back into her. Her head flew back and I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head as she screamed around my fingers. I came so hard inside her and moaned in her ear. 

Once I was done I pulled out and she laid against the hood of the car. I looked in my bag for a cloth or something to clean her up. Once she was clean I helped her get dressed and placed her in the passenger's seat. 

“You good?” I asked as I got in the driver’s seat. 

“Yeah… I’ve uh… I’ve kind of been hoping for something like that to happen.” She said with a blush. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, Rosita just blushed? 

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you into place for a while now.” I said with a wink, her blush deepened. 

“Let’s find somewhere to stay tonight, we can search for more supplies tomorrow.” I suggested and she nodded. 

“Maybe we can find somewhere safe enough for you to really make me scream.” She smirked. 

“Maybe we can.” I smirked, driving off to find our temporary home. 

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[darylscarollolz]

Hi everyone! So I’m an actual idiot! I know some of you have probably been confused as to where your Daryl fic is. I’d LOVE to say it’s out. However! I’m an idiot! Turns out rather than posting it I saved it as a draft and then then when I realized, and went to post it, I deleted the whole thing! So to make up for that because I really don’t feel like rewriting all of that from memory… you’re gonna get TWD kinktober! 😭

Here’s the prompt list if you guys wanna know what’s coming (there’s gonna be 15 total)

1) mirror sex - Glenn Rhee

2) face fucking - Daryl Dixon

3) glory hole - the Dixon brothers (pre apocalypse)

4) on camera - Negan smith

5) in public - Maggie Rhee

6) breath play - Daryl Dixon

7) uniform kink - rick grimes

8) hair pulling - Glenn Rhee

9) collar - maggie Rhee

10) After care - Negan smith

11) first time / age gap - Shane Walsh

12) praise - Rick grimes

13) threesome - Maggie x Rosita x reader

14) strap on - Enid Rhee

15) followers choice (if you guys have any ideas, you can DM me)

[b1xi]

𝙄𝙣𝙜𝙮𝙙𝙖𝙧

Glenn rhee x reader

Word count: 6756

Warninig:Violence, racism, xenophobia, deaths, bad language, use of weapons

PT2, Pt1

"Hey, are you alive?" Glenn asked as they both tried to communicate with the man trapped in a tank in the middle of the city. The man seemed unaware of what he was facing and was now surrounded by walkers.

"Is he not responding?" you asked, worried, as only the static from the walkie-talkie filled the air.

Suddenly, a male voice interrupted the static. "Hello? Hello?" The man sounded tense but relieved to hear someone.

"Where are you? Are you out there? Can you see me?" he asked, clearly scared, though trying to stay calm. Meanwhile, the nauseating sound of the walkers devouring the man’s horse echoed in the distance.

"Yes, we can see you," you replied, taking the walkie-talkie from Glenn's hands. "You're surrounded by walkers. That's the bad news."

The man, with a hint of desperation in his voice, asked, "Is there any good news?"

You shook your head, knowing he couldn't see you. "No... and they ate your horse. I'm sorry."

There was an uncomfortable silence before the man spoke again. "Listen, whoever you are... I have to say, this is really worrying me."

You passed the walkie-talkie back to Glenn, adjusting the weapon Shane had given you at your belt, staying alert to the nearby walkers.

"Well, man, you should see it from here. It'd give you a heart attack," Glenn replied bluntly. The scene was a nightmare, with hordes of those creatures devouring everything in their path.

"Do you have any advice for me?" The man sounded resigned but not defeated.

"If I told you to try to escape running..." you started, but everyone knew that idea was suicidal. He could barely move without a walker detecting him.

"Is that it? Just try to escape running?" The incredulity and frustration in his voice were palpable.

"My idea isn't as crazy as it sounds," Glenn shot back, staying firm. "You've got a couple of eyes out here. There's one walker still at the top of the tank, but the others have gone down, distracted by the feast where the horse fell."

The man in the tank listened intently. "Are you following me so far?" Glenn asked.

"Yes, so far."

"Good," Glenn continued, "the street on the other side of the tank is clearer. If you move now, while they're distracted, you’ll have a chance. Do you have ammo?"

"In the bag I dropped outside. It has more weapons. Should I try to go for it?"

"Forget the bag, idiot, that's not an option," you interjected quickly before passing it back to Glenn. "What do you have with you?"

The man paused before answering. "I have a Beretta with a magazine... fifteen shots."

"Then make them count," you said firmly, solidifying the plan.

"Jump to the right side of the tank and keep moving in that direction," Glenn resumed, giving instructions. "There’s an alley about 45 meters from where you are. We’ll meet you there."

There was a brief silence before the man asked, "What’s your name?"

"Have you been listening? We don’t have time for introductions; your time is running out!" Glenn responded, a bit frustrated but keeping calm as they both anxiously awaited the man's decision.

You looked around, anxious. The plan was laid out, but it remained to be seen if the trapped man would have the courage and speed to escape.

You and Glenn ran toward the alley entrance, moving quickly as gunshots rang out in the distance. Soon, the man appeared, rounding the corner with his weapon aimed at Glenn in a pure instinctive gesture.

"I’m not dead!" Glenn shouted, his tone a mix of relief and adrenaline. You instinctively raised your hands, feeling your pulse quicken in your ears.

The man, dressed in a sheriff’s uniform, followed closely behind. He was tall and strong, though fatigue and stress seemed to have drained some color from him. Glenn wasted no time, urging him on: "Let’s go, let’s go!" he shouted, while you led the way, your heart pounding heavily in your chest.

You climbed the metal stairs as quickly as your legs would allow. From below, you could hear the sheriff firing his weapon, trying to hold back the approaching horde of walkers. Once at the top, you reached out your hand to Glenn, who took it without hesitation.

"What are you doing, let’s go?!" Glenn shouted at the man, who had paused below, scanning his surroundings and assessing the danger.

Finally, you helped the sheriff up, and the three of you tried to catch your breath. Below, the walkers began to gather, their growls and clumsy hands reaching up toward you. Sweat beaded on your forehead as you leaned against the wall, trying to control your breathing.

"Nice moves, Clint Eastwood," Glenn commented, clearly sarcastic but with a hint of admiration. "Are you the new sheriff come to clean up the town?"

The man, still recovering, shook his head. "That wasn’t my intention," he apologized, his voice hoarse from the effort.

"Yeah, sure. Yee-haw." Glenn didn’t miss the chance to add a touch of humor to the tension. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the adrenaline and fatigue starting to fade a bit as you leaned against the wall.

"Anyway, you’re a fool," you teased, sharing a knowing glance with Glenn before turning your attention back to the sheriff.

"Rick," he finally said, introducing himself as he extended his hand first to Glenn and then to you. "Thanks."

"Glenn," your friend replied, accepting the handshake with a weary gesture. "No problem."

"And I’m Y/N," you said, shaking Rick’s hand with a soft smile as Glenn helped you to your feet.

"The good thing is that if we fall, it’ll be the fall that kills us," Glenn quipped with his characteristic humor as they began to ascend the stairs to a safer place. "I always see the glass half full."

He let you go first, as always, with that kind gesture and a reassuring smile, though the frantic pulse of danger still throbbed beneath it all. You ran together across the rooftops, jumping from building to building until you reached the meeting point. Fatigue weighed down your legs and chest, the pace of the escape beginning to take its toll. Finally, Glenn lifted the hatch of a roof and they slid inside.

"We’re back, and we brought a guest," Glenn announced over the walkie-talkie. "There are four walkers in the alley."

You descended the stairs with Glenn and Rick, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Upon reaching the alley, you instinctively recoiled at the sight of the four walkers. Your fingers brushed against the weapon at your waist, debating whether it was worth using it now. Just then, T-Dog and Morales appeared from a side door, armed with bats, quickly taking care of the undead. The path was clear.

You breathed deeply, grateful for their quick intervention, but before you could fully relax, things turned tense. Andrea, furious, raised her weapon and aimed it directly at Rick.

"You son of a bitch, i should kill you right now," she yelled, her voice heavy with rage.

Rick, visibly confused, didn’t understand what he had done to provoke such a reaction. "What’s going on?" he asked, a mix of surprise and bewilderment crossing his face as he took a step back.

"Calm down, Andrea, take it easy," Morales intervened, clearly tired of the situation.

You tried to ease the tension by taking off your backpack and dropping it to the ground, feeling the weight lift from your shoulders. "Come on, relax," Jacqui said, attempting to persuade Andrea to lower her weapon.

However, Andrea wouldn't budge. "Are you seriously joking?" she shot back, keeping her gun trained on Rick. "We're dead because of this damn idiot."

Finally, you couldn't stay silent any longer. "Enough!" you said, your tone filled with firmness and exhaustion. This situation couldn’t handle any more chaos, and fighting among yourselves wouldn’t solve anything.

After a few tense seconds, Andrea lowered her weapon, clearly frustrated. Rick, still disoriented, tried to understand why he was being blamed. Morales, with a mix of patience and exasperation, explained that when Rick had fired his weapon outside, he had drawn the walkers to their position, endangering everyone.

You stepped away from the group while they debated, seeking some fresh air. Your eyes landed on a small clothing store nearby, its dusty windows showing cracks under the pressure of the walkers outside. A chill ran down your spine as you watched those creatures pile up, pushing and clawing at the glass that would soon give way.

Deciding to take advantage of the calm moment, you moved into the store while the others continued discussing their next steps. Quickly, you picked out some clothes for yourself, also searching for something for Alice.

T-Dog was trying to adjust the walkie-talkie, but all that came through was static. The electric silence of the device made you anxious; in your mind, you hoped everything was quiet at the camp.

Really? you thought to yourself, surprised that anyone still considered the possibility of a functional support structure amid the chaos.

The tension in front of you was palpable. Merle Dixon, with his reckless attitude and rifle in hand, was a problem that worsened with every second. When Morales approached him, yelling, your own disdain for Dixon was unavoidable.

"Crazy bastard," you muttered aloud, not bothering to hide your disgust. You knew Merle would hear you, and part of you wanted that.

"Hey, show some respect for an armed man!" Merle spat, stumbling down from the rooftop edge, but with a defiant swagger. "That’s common sense."

You looked him in the eye, resolute. You weren’t going to back down. With guys like Merle, showing any weakness only emboldened them. You knew that well, and you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of intimidating you.

"You’re wasting bullets, idiot!" T-Dog shouted, moving closer. "And you’re drawing the walkers right to us!"

"I’m done taking orders from Latinos," Merle replied with blatant contempt. "Now I have to take them from you too? No, brother, that day isn’t coming."

The blatant racism made your blood boil. If you could, you would have shut him up right then. The latent violence in the air intensified with each word. You were about to physically intervene when Merle hurled another insult at Morales, but Glenn stopped you, holding your arm before you could act impulsively. He looked at you with a mix of warning and concern.

Tension erupted when Merle threw a punch at T-Dog, and the whole group was thrown into chaos. Rick tried to intervene but got hit as well, triggering a full-on fight. Merle’s uncontrolled fury drove him to keep punching T-Dog relentlessly while the others struggled in vain to stop him.

You couldn’t watch your friend get hurt like that. With trembling hands, you drew your weapon. You weren’t someone who resorted to violence without thinking, but in that moment, you didn’t care. You had to stop Merle, and the only way to do so was by threatening force.

You aimed carefully, took off the safety, and fired. The bullet grazed Merle, close enough to make him step back, momentarily startled and confused. Everyone froze, unable to process what had just happened.

Merle, furious, started searching for the source of the shot until his eyes finally landed on you, the gun still in your hands.

"Little bitch!" he shouted, advancing toward you with unrestrained fury. You stepped back, but it was too late. He grabbed you by the collar, his fingers tightening around your throat. "You trying to kill me, huh?"

The blow echoed in your head before you could process it, and the burning pain spread across your cheek. The hard rooftop met you with a harsh thud as Merle shoved you, the rage in his eyes still fixated on you. A metallic taste settled in your mouth, but you refused to show weakness. No, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

"No, but I would have liked to," you said without thinking, and though that comment slipped out instinctively, you didn't regret it. You didn’t regret standing up to someone like him, even if the cost was a sharp slap.

Merle turned to the others, still furious, but finally relented to their pleas. However, before he withdrew, he spat in contempt towards T-Dog, who was watching him with eyes burning with restrained anger.

With a trembling hand, you touched your cheek, now hot and throbbing. Glenn quickly approached you, visibly distressed, helping you up carefully.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he examined you from head to toe.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied firmly, though the sting of pain was still fresh. You tried to sound stronger than you felt, but you couldn’t deny that the hit had been brutal.

Glenn nodded, although doubt still clouded his eyes. You gave him a small smile to reassure him, even though it was difficult to maintain.

Merle, with his twisted, arrogant grin, kept his gun raised as he swaggered around the rooftop, each word out of his mouth fueling the latent chaos in the atmosphere. "Alright! Looks like we’re having a little assembly, huh? Let’s discuss who’s in charge here," he shouted, his tone mocking and defiant. "I vote for me. Anyone else?"

The already tense atmosphere became stifling. As Merle continued talking, the others huddled around T-Dog, who was still reeling from the blows he had taken. Amid worried murmurs and hands holding him up, the group tried to help him recover.

"It’s time for democracy, folks," Merle continued, reveling in the moment. "Raise your hands, come on, I want to see them."

Most present exchanged uncomfortable glances. No one wanted to give him that power, but the threat posed by his weapon and volatile temperament forced them to comply. Reluctantly, one by one, they raised their hands, even if begrudgingly.

"That means I’m the boss, alright?" Merle said, satisfied with his false victory, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Anyone else? No one?"

The air seemed to stop for a moment until Rick emerged from the back of the group, determination etched on his face. Without warning, in a swift and precise motion, Rick raised the butt of his weapon and brought it crashing down on Merle’s head. The impact resonated across the rooftop, leaving Merle dazed and falling heavily to the ground, unable to react in time.

Before he could even comprehend what had happened, Rick was already on him, pinning him down with efficiency. Firmly, he pulled out the handcuffs he carried and, without losing a second, cuffed Merle to one of the rusty pipes protruding from the rooftop.

"Who the hell are you, man?" Merle spat the words with venom, struggling futilely under Rick’s firm grip, who held him by the collar of his shirt.

"The friendly cop," Rick replied, his tone icy but filled with contained rage. Patience had run thin. "Listen, Merle, things have changed, you understand? No more place for your shitty racism or your insults. There’s no more ‘black’ or ‘white trash.’ Now there’s just living flesh and dead flesh. Us, and the walkers." Rick spoke with a conviction that resonated with everyone present. As he inspected some weapons, his voice remained steady. "We survive together or we don’t survive at all. Dividing ourselves will just get us killed faster."

"Go to hell, man," was Merle’s only predictable response, his gaze fixed on Rick with utter disdain.

You slowly rose from the ground, feeling the weight of exhaustion and the earlier blow. You brushed the dust off your pants, the pain still pulsing in your cheek, but you had no time to weaken. All eyes were on the tense confrontation between Rick and Merle.

You watched as Rick, maintaining control, tossed Merle’s small bag of drugs into the street, out of reach of the handcuffed man. This seemed to trigger a new wave of rage in Merle, but the power of his fury was reduced to useless shouting.

"Idiot," you murmured in your native tongue as you pulled out a small mirror from your bag.

"My God! Looks like Times Square down there," you commented, moving closer to Andrea and Jacqui, who were looking worriedly at the walker-infested street. An endless mass of decaying bodies moved slowly but relentlessly, blocking any safe exit.

Rick joined the group, his face marked by concern. "How’s the signal?" he asked, directing his attention to Glenn, who was desperately trying to get the walkie-talkie to work.

"Like Dixon’s brain… weak," Morales replied sarcastically. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the comment.

You sat next to Glenn, who still kept glancing at you, worried. When you noticed and turned to him, he quickly averted his gaze, nervous.

"I'm fine," you insisted, giving him a light jab on the arm, trying to lighten the moment. But Glenn didn't smile; instead, he sighed.

"What you did was stupid," he reprimanded, though there was no harshness in his tone, just genuine concern. "You could have made things worse."

"I wasn't going to kill him," you replied, this time with more firmness in your voice. It was true. Despite everything, you wouldn’t have gone that far, not yet.

"Maybe not this time," Glenn murmured, still focused on the walkie-talkie but clearly unconvinced that the situation with Merle wouldn’t escalate.

You leaned closer, lowering your voice. "You know I'm not reckless, Glenn. But someone had to do something before he killed T-Dog."

"I know," he admitted, finally meeting your gaze. "I just… don’t want you to get into more danger than necessary."

There was a moment of silence between you, broken only by the distant murmurs of the others and the occasional groan of walkers on the streets. The white noise of that shattered world was almost unbearable if you thought about it too much.

Rick surveyed the grim horizon and glanced back down, where the walkers wandered aimlessly. "Keep trying," he said firmly as Glenn continued to fiddle with the walkie-talkie, attempting to find any signal.

Andrea, with a mix of frustration and resignation, huffed. "What for? There’s nothing we can do," she said bitterly. "Not a damn thing."

Her pessimism irritated you, but you didn’t say anything. However, Morales interjected, addressing Rick. "There are people outside the city. No shelters, nothing. Just an illusion, a chimera," he pointed out, giving the sheriff a bit more context.

After deliberating for a few minutes, they concluded that the only viable option would be to try to escape the city using the underground tunnels that ran beneath the buildings. It was a risk, but better than facing the horde on the surface.

The group descended into the dark basement of the building. The light from the flashlights barely illuminated the path ahead, revealing a rusty metal staircase leading down into an underground tunnel. The air was heavy and stale, only heightening the feeling of claustrophobia.

"Are you sure about this?" someone whispered, as everyone gazed into the darkness extending beyond the beam of the flashlights.

"I’ve explored this building before, the other times I’ve been here," Glenn explained, his voice somewhat uncertain but trying to sound convinced. "This is the only way down. But I’ve never gone down there. I mean, who would?"

Everyone looked at him, including you. The expectation rested on him, and Glenn couldn't help but grimace in resignation. He knew he had no other choice, not when everyone was counting on him, the most agile and experienced in such incursions.

"Well..." he murmured, staring at the metal stairs descending into the unknown. He knew he couldn’t refuse.

A pang of nostalgia hit you, sharp as a dagger. Were they alive? The question echoed in your mind, incessant and painful. Had Jay and Ellith survived the chaos that erupted after the outbreak? Were they looking for you, wondering if you had escaped the dead as well?

A sigh escaped your lips before you could stop it. The truth was harsh, and while you wanted to cling to hope, you knew the odds were not in your favor. Everyone was fighting to survive, scattered, separated by miles or by the chasm that the walkers created between the living.

"Are you okay?" Rick's voice pulled you from your thoughts. He was watching you from across the room, that severe yet concerned expression that seemed to have become part of him.

"I'm assuming so," you replied, forcing a smile that barely reached your eyes.

"We're going to get through this," Rick said calmly, his gaze steady, as if his words could hold back the chaos surrounding them. Though he couldn't promise anything, the weight of his conviction offered you a brief solace. You desperately hoped he was right.

"Do you have someone waiting for you?" the sheriff asked, trying to ease the tension with conversation.

You nodded slowly, a warm and genuine smile forming on your lips for the first time in days. "Yeah, a baby," you said softly, as if mentioning Alice could conjure her image and make her feel close. And so it was. The image of your baby filled your mind immediately. Her round face, her big brown eyes full of an innocence that seemed impossible in this cruel world. The memory of her laughter, light and sweet, echoed in your ears, and for a moment, the darkness around you faded.

Rick nodded, his expression serious. "You'll be back with her, I promise." There was something in his tone that touched you. You knew the man felt responsible, that guilt had been haunting him ever since Andrea and Morales explained how all this chaos had started with his arrival.

"I hope you find your family too," you said, looking at him with empathy. He returned a small smile.

Suddenly, a loud crash interrupted the precarious calm. The sound of shattering glass reverberated through the store, and the three of you turned in unison toward the source of the noise. The walkers had managed to break through the first glass door. Blood and smudged handprints covered the remains of the shattered glass, but luckily, a second barrier still protected you—at least for now.

"Did you find anything?" you asked urgently as Morales and Glenn returned.

Morales shook his head, and your heart sank. You felt fear creeping back in, crushing the brief hope you had managed to cling to while thinking about Alice.

"Nothing," Glenn confirmed with a sigh, clearly frustrated. "The tunnels don't lead anywhere we can use."

Andrea, visibly shaken, crossed her arms as she watched the entrance with concern. "We need to find another way... and fast," she insisted, her voice tense.

Everyone returned to the rooftop, and the atmosphere was tense. The sense of urgency was palpable, and frustration hung in the air like a thick cloud. While the others moved toward the edge, watching the walkers below, you sat near the door, your thoughts racing a mile a minute.

Rick was looking through binoculars, assessing the situation while Glenn crossed his arms, clearly uneasy.

"You were the one who got me out of that tank," Rick said to the Asian guy.

"Yeah, but only because they were busy eating," Glenn replied, hands on his hips. "They were distracted."

Merle, in his usual mocking tone, interjected, "What, do you have an idea like in Hogan's Heroes?"

You were annoyed by his tone. "Shut up, Merle," you shouted from your spot without even looking at him.

Rick ignored the provocation and continued focusing on what was important. "They’re attracted to sound, right?"

"Yeah," Glenn replied. "They're like dogs. If they hear a noise, they come."

Rick nodded, processing the information. "And what else? How do they find us besides sound?"

"They see you, they smell you... and if they catch you, they devour you," Morales interjected with a grim tone.

Rick paused for a moment, as if that last part had caught him off guard. "Can they smell us?"

Glenn let out an exasperated sigh. "Don’t you?" he retorted with a hint of sarcasm.

"They smell rotten. We don’t. It’s pretty obvious," Andrea added, summarizing the essential difference.

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"if This is a competition of bad ideas," Glenn murmured as you helped Rick gather plastic gloves and other protective gear. "And this one would take the gold."

"He's right," Morales added, watching skeptically. "We should stop and think a bit more about this."

However, you turned to face him, exhaustion and desperation in your eyes. "Do you have a better idea before the walkers break down the last door?"

The response was silence, and everyone knew there was no time for more discussion.

They followed Rick outside, where two walkers lay on the ground, taken down by T-Dog and Morales upon their arrival. Rick and Morales grabbed one and dragged it inside. The atmosphere was stifling, the smell of decaying flesh permeating the air.

You had been given a lab coat, latex gloves, and a mask covering your face, but the stench was impossible to ignore. With a butcher's knife in hand, you knelt beside the corpse. It had been days since you had practiced your true profession, but what you were about to do was far removed from the surgeries you were used to.

As the others grouped around you, Rick, with an axe in hand, hesitated. Everyone watched with a mix of horror and resignation. The sheriff couldn't deliver the final blow, and you took the initiative, checking the corpse’s wallet while Rick read his personal details.

"Well, Wayne Dunlap," you said in a bitter tone, "you had a good life." With that, you plunged the knife into the decaying flesh of the corpse, beginning to open the abdomen with quick, precise movements. The wet, unpleasant sound of flesh being cut made some recoil, visibly disgusted.

You had done this before, in very different conditions, in clean operating rooms with living patients. This, however, was a grotesque parody of your former life.

Andrea, shocked by your apparent calmness while performing the macabre task, broke the silence. "What were you doing before all this?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

"I'm a doctor," you replied without taking your eyes off the corpse. "A surgeon, actually."

"Wow," was all Glenn could say, impressed by how naturally you handled the situation.

You methodically worked your way through the corpse, your gloves and lab coat soaking in blood. The putrid smell enveloped the area, but you tried to stay focused. You stood up, stepping away from the body as Rick took the axe and, with a determined gesture, began to butcher what was left of the corpse.

"Let's keep cutting," Rick ordered, handing the axe to Morales, who took it with a grimace of disgust.

You noticed Glenn's state; he looked on the verge of collapse, his face pale and his eyes avoiding direct contact with the scene. He wasn't the only one struggling with the consequences of the situation, but he seemed especially affected.

You patted him on the back, trying to offer some comfort amidst the horror. "You're going to be okay," you whispered. But his response was less optimistic.

"I'm going to vomit," he murmured in a choked voice, clearly shaken.

"Later," Rick replied, his tone stern as he tried to keep everyone focused. "Everyone has gloves, right?" he added, casting one last look at the group, ensuring they all understood the gravity of what they were doing. "Don't let it touch your skin or eyes."

The group nodded in silence, and with a mix of resignation and urgency, they began to cover their bodies with the remains of the corpse, spreading viscera and rotten blood over their clothes. The scene was grotesque, an image straight out of a nightmare.

"Watch my hair," you said to Andrea with a slight forced smile as she filled your back with pieces of the decomposing body.

Glenn, however, was visibly more affected. "God, this is terrible," he murmured, closing his eyes as he tried to contain his nausea. "I can't... I can't handle it."

"Think of something else," Rick suggested, his tone calm but firm. "Kittens and puppies," he added, trying to distract Glenn from the horrifying reality.

"Yeah, dead kittens and puppies," T-Dog joked with a nervous laugh, but his comment was not well received. Everyone shot him disapproving looks, and Glenn finally couldn't take it anymore. He leaned to the side and vomited.

The scene was almost surreal, but there was no time to complain. The danger was too close. As you covered yourself with the organs and blood, you looked at T-Dog sternly. "What's wrong with you? Focus!" you reprimanded him, though you knew the situation wasn't easy for anyone.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the macabre task was complete. Everyone was covered in blood and chunks of flesh, an image straight out of a horror scene. Rick wiped a hand across his face, his expression grim,

as he asked the question no one wanted to answer.

"Do we smell like them?"

The answer was obvious. Yes. The stench of death clung to all of you, and for a moment, the air felt heavier, darker.

"Glenn," Andrea said, catching the young man's attention as she passed him her weapon, a precautionary gesture. "Just in case."

Rick took the handcuff keys from Merle and handed them to T-Dog. "If we go back, be prepared," he warned, his tone filled with unyielding determination.

As you exited the alley, the scene was surprisingly less chaotic than you had imagined. There weren't as many walkers as you expected, but that offered no comfort. Any mistake, any wrong move could be fatal. Every step you took was measured, slow, avoiding any sudden movement that might attract the unwanted attention of the undead.

Your hand gripped tightly onto the wooden bat you had been given, your knuckles tense, and every muscle in your body was braced for the worst. You breathed deeply, trying to keep the stench that surrounded you from breaking your concentration. The walkers passed close by, barely a few meters away, but none seemed to notice anything unusual. The disguise worked... for now.

It was then that you noticed a slight tremor in Glenn's free hand, which was right beside you. His other hand remained firmly wrapped around a metal pipe. You knew he was nervous, more than he wanted to admit.

You debated internally, unsure whether to take his hand. You weren't completely sure how you felt about Glenn. Sure, he was nice, and there was something about his kind personality that attracted you, but you also knew Glenn was kind to everyone. Maybe you were confusing his goodness with something more.

Without thinking further, you let your fingers brush against his, offering a brief but meaningful touch. Glenn glanced at you in surprise, but said nothing. Instead of pulling away, his fingers gently intertwined with yours.

The group moved slowly down the main street, and with each step, the tension increased. Unlike the relatively empty alley, the street was significantly more crowded with walkers. There were dozens, perhaps more, of those things wandering aimlessly, emitting guttural groans as their unsteady bodies moved erratically. However, none seemed to notice your presence.

Rick, ever calculating and alert, led the way with careful, measured steps. His posture was tense yet firm, knowing that any noise or misstep could betray your disguise and condemn you all. Every so often, he glanced back to ensure you both were following him.

“It’s going to work… I can’t believe it,” Glenn muttered under his breath, the nervous excitement escaping in his words.

"Don't draw attention," Rick scolded him quietly, his eyes never leaving the road.

Suddenly, one of the walkers got too close, staggering with its glassy eyes fixed on you. Almost instinctively, Glenn began imitating the growls of the undead, his exaggerated expression making his gestures grotesquely comical. You tried to stay serious, fighting the laughter threatening to escape, aware of how dangerous it would be to lose your composure at that moment.

For a moment, everything seemed under control. Until you felt the first drop of rain on your skin.

Small droplets began to fall from the sky, light at first but strong enough to wash away the layer of grime and blood that covered you.

The walkers, apathetic until then, began moving with greater intent. Their erratic stumbling became more focused, their growls louder. They were no longer aimless shadows; now they were alert, aware.

“The smell… it’s going away, isn’t it?” Glenn murmured, his voice laced with fear as you felt him tighten his grip on your hand.

Rick glanced around, quickly assessing the situation. “Maybe,” he replied, though doubt lingered in his tone. “Run!” he suddenly shouted, seeing the walkers beginning to turn toward them with renewed ferocity.

Chaos took over as you managed to climb the fence, and for a brief moment, you felt safe. The barrier that separated you from the horde seemed fragile, but it had bought you enough time to strip off the blood-soaked clothes. Glenn, his hands still trembling, tossed Rick the keys to the truck they had managed to get.

But the feeling of safety vanished in an instant as the walkers, faster than expected, began climbing the fence with terrifying determination. The sound of their rotting hands scratching at the metal echoed in the air as their bodies piled up, forcing the gate.

“Let’s go!” Glenn yelled, pulling your arm to get you into the vehicle. There was no time to hesitate.

The truck roared to life, and Rick maneuvered with the skill of someone who knew failure was not an option. As he sped towards the building where the others waited, the streets filled with walkers everywhere, advancing toward the sound of their escape.

“God, they’re everywhere!” Glenn exclaimed, his voice betraying the panic he was trying to suppress.

Rick, always calm under pressure, responded without taking his eyes off the road. “You have to draw them away. We need those store shutters clear for when we get there. You have to distract them.”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Glenn looked frantically between Rick and the walkie-talkie in his hand, the tension evident on his face.

“Noise,” you answered, barely holding back the dizziness you felt from the wild ride.

Before you could process what was happening, Rick abruptly turned the wheel and pulled into another parking lot. Without wasting a second, he smashed the window of a red sports car, making the horn blare loudly. The screeching noise was enough to draw every walker in the vicinity.

You and Glenn quickly got into the car, with him in the driver’s seat and you in the passenger seat. You barely had time to buckle your seatbelt before Glenn started the engine and the car shot off down the streets, the horn still blaring loudly.

“It’s working,” you said, watching as the horde began to follow you. Glenn let out a nervous laugh, sweat beading on his forehead as the adrenaline made everything feel unreal.

Suddenly, Glenn slammed on the brakes, and the walkers began to swarm the front of the car, their deformed hands pounding on the hood. “Glenn! What are you doing?” you yelled, fear gripping you.

“I got this, relax,” he replied, with a confidence that left you baffled. He reversed at high speed, making the tires screech, then expertly drifted away from the horde. The car spun so violently that you felt the adrenaline coursing through your body, every fiber of your being alert to the imminent danger but also euphoric from the thrill of the moment.

Glenn laughed hysterically as he screamed with excitement, the chaos of the situation seeming to give him an adrenaline rush. And for a second, even you smiled, caught up in the intensity of the moment.

[tqxky]

My poor baby :( </3

[sinsandsweetness]

Hi, lovely!! This is for your celebration: My idea is something sweet and nsfw with the reader + Rick and Rosita or even Daryl and Rosita. Maybe even with a soft, feminine!reader like you’ve done before with Rick?

Choose whatever in there sparks your imagination, I’ll swoon either way ;)

- writella ♡

cw- 18+, overstimulation, mommy + daddy kink (sorry… i physically couldn’t even help myself)

“You havin’ fun down there?” Rosita asks as her knees dip into the mattress. Sticking an arm out to ruffle up Rick’s hair.

The man between your legs stops what he’s doing to turn his head. Resting his cheek on your thigh for a moment as his eyes flutter from the tingly feeling of her hand in his hair.

“Mhm, just cleanin’ up the mess you made,”

He smirks up at her while her nails scratch lightly at his scalp, down to his neck and to squeeze his shoulder. With a deep sigh, he turns back to press hot, wet kisses on your inner thigh. Right along your bikini line, adding to the scatter of hickeys the two of them seem to be silently competing on.

“The mess that I made?” She plops down on the bed next to you, clean hand towel ready to wipe up the pearly white ropes that are coating your lower stomach.

He huffs a little laugh, propping up on his elbows, hands grabbing the sides of your hips as he leans to press a wet kiss on your incredibly over sensitive clit. Earning a whiny sound from you and an involuntary twitch out of your core.

“You just can’t get enough of her can you?”

“Never,” he’s talking to Ro but he’s looking up at you. Pretty blue eyes, glimmering right between your legs. And you can’t say there’s a sight you enjoy more. Maybe if the woman beside you were right there next to him. But she’d already had her turn.

“How’s she taste?” Rosita leaves a few sweet pecks on your shoulder as she wipes your stomach off. Cleaning you up. You turn to face her and catch her lips in a soft kiss.

“Like candy,” Rick mutters from between your legs. Tongue now flat on your clit. Though you aren’t sure you can even come again. He’ll try until you find out that you can. He knows you’re pretty worn out. Having been fucked by both of them with a combined average of three orgasms each. You probably could use a break.

“You don’t think she’s had enough for the night? Seems about ready to fall asleep…” she presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, smoothing your hair out of your face and smiling sweetly at your fucked out state. Hazy eyes and whimpery little moans stuck in your throat.

“She can tell me if she wants me to stop.”

“Yeah, but you know that she won’t…”

They have a habit of doing this. Talking to each other like you aren’t there. And sometimes it feels like you aren’t. High enough off your own pleasure that you seem to leave their presence for a moment. But most of the time you’re there. And you can’t help but love it when they talk about you. So much love and tenderness in their tones. Even when they bicker, it’s always in good fun.

“You want me to stop, sweet girl?” He asks, pausing to look up at you.

You exhale with a moan, gently shaking your head on the pillow, hands going down to lace in his chocolatey curls.

You can practically hear Rosita’s eyes roll. Accepting defeat against her only competition in the world.

“Alright… I’ll make sure you get some rest after, baby. Just one more for us. You can do that, right?” She’s sitting up next to you now, hand on your jaw, making sure you look at her. That you give her a real answer.

“Mhm, one more,” you nod. Assuring her that you can. You always can.

“You wanna give mommy one more, too?” Her voice is low and sultry and you can feel Rick pause for a split second to watch as she swings a leg over, straddling your chest.

You don’t even answer. Just start nodding and sticking your tongue out for her to use. One hand still on Rick's head and the other going to Rosita’s ass, pulling her forward and on to your mouth.

“Atta girl. So eager to please, aren’t you?”

You moan into her cunt as you start to suck and lap at her clit, up and down and just the way she likes it. The way that always makes her hips start to rock while she tries her best not to completely take over and ride your face.

“Fuck,” her thighs tremble against your hold, likely just as overstimulated as you are, but clearly a little better at hiding it. “Mommy’s gonna come all over your face, princess. You gonna do the same for daddy?”

You squeeze her ass hard. It’s your way of saying ‘yes, ma’am’ through crescent shaped marks left on her beautiful skin. She knows that you’re going to. With Rick’s mouth on your cunt and her’s on your face… she doesn’t even need you to answer. They’ll be lucky if you can even last two minutes. But oh, how she loves to feel you moan right against her. A pleasant confirmation of how drunk you are off of them. How much you absolutely love being their pretty, little plaything.