#the walking dead Rick grimes

[darylsfavoritegirl]

steamy sex with rick who'll lay you down on any flat surface to thrust into you while your legs are wrapped around him, pulling him more inside as he stands up.

he'd carry you on his lap, on a late night at the prison.

he'd shove you against the cold wall in one of the cells, sending shivers down your spine.

you'd squirm under his balmy lips, curling up against his body as he slides hand down your bra's clasp and undoing it over your shirt.

then your hands would move down his crotch, unzipping his pants and freeing his twitching cock. he'd smirk against your lips, letting you feel up his dick.

then all of a sudden, he'd cut off the kiss and lay you down on a metal table that happened to be there, taking off your shorts eagerly.

you'd shiver at the metal against your skin, your teeth chattering lightly.

his hand would rush to your face, caressing it gently. his hands would travel down your nipples and he'd leave a passionate kiss on your chest. you'd be on fire against his fierce touch.

he wouldn't even take your panties off, instead he'd move your dumped panties to the side and take you while the cloth would brush against his cock.

he'd sigh audibly and throw his head back out of pleasure, getting dizzy at your warm embrace and the way he'd feel your cunt stretching more and more.

one of his hands would be on your waist while the other wouldn't leave your mouth alone. he'd make sure you suck them, sliding his middle finger down your throat along with his index finger.

with those wet fingertips, he'd play with your nipples, making sure they stayed hard as ever.

he wouldn't even let you break the eye contact, making sure that you listen his heavy breathing, heavy grunts that left his mouth.

[daddydixonscrossbow]

*Rick watches you play with Judith in the yard*

Aaron - “Is that.. Rick. Hello?”

Rick - *pulls his attention away from you and the giggling toddler* “Yeah, yeah that’s fine.”

Aaron - *laughing* “Did you hear anything I said?”

Rick - *laughs and shakes his head while smiling* “No, actually. I didn’t.” *sighs, motions towards you* “She’s good with her.”

Aaron - *lays his hand on Rick’s shoulder* “You just need to make a move, man. Staring won’t get you anywhere.”

——

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[rickgrimesfever]

My Love

Synopsis: In which you force your grumpy boyfriend to take a nap in your arms. Rick Grimes x fem! reader.

The dark bags underneath Rick's eyes are more prominent than usual and his blue eyes are heavy and exhausted. His curly locks are messy and hanging over his eyes.

He's standing out on the porch, freshly shaven face after just arriving in Alexandria. Although, the tiny pricks of his beard have started to grow back.

You stand up from the couch where you had been admiring him for an hour and walk out onto the porch.

"You know, we're safe here, right? It's been a few days," you point out, standing by his side.

"Yeah," Rick nods his head, not even bothering to tear his gaze away from the dark street. You let out a heavy sigh and nudge his shoulder slightly.

"Rick, we're safe here. There's guards along the walls. You need some sleep," you point out and his tired eyes finally shift down to yours.

"No, I'm good," Rick assures you with a stern voice. You press your lips together and cock your head.

Rick always get a grumpy attitude when he hasn't gotten much sleep and it's very obvious to the entire group, especially you.

"And that is exactly why you need sleep, grumpy," you point out and his eyes slightly widen.

"I am not grumpy, y/n," Rick dares to crack a tiny smile at your teasing.

"Hey...come here," you grab onto his hand, squeezing it. Rick lifts his head up and follows you inside the house. The lighting inside the living room is dim, candles sitting on the coffee table.

The tiny flames quiver as Rick and you walk past them, sinking into the couch. You watch the knot in between his eyebrows disappear and the heavy weight pressing down on his chest, lift and disappear.

"You know I can see right through you, right?" you ask, grabbing onto Rick's shirt and pulling him down as you lay down on the couch.

Rick obeys and lays beside you, an arm thrown over your stomach. His eyes glisten in the candlelight and his nose twitches.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he grumbles out as your hand flatten against his back, gently rubbing up and down. Rick's arms circle around your waist, pulling you closer and letting his head fall on your chest.

"Yeah, sure," you reply dryly, reaching a hand up and combing your fingers through his curly hair. Rick's eyelids become heavier than ever and his heartbeat is slow and steady.

He feels so safe and warm in your arms, legs sprawled out on the tiny couch. His eyelids slowly flutter close and a smile tugs on your face.

Your skin flushes as Rick slowly fades off into a sleep. His pinks lips are slightly parted open, soft breaths inhaling and exhaling. Your hand gently rubs his lower back as your other hand reaches down and your knuckles run across Rick's cheek.

It's certainly not an easy task for Rick to allow himself be vulnerable and let his walls down. But every minute he spends with you, feeling comfortable and safe is worth it...

[kookiekult]

WHEEEREES RICK??

No seriously. I need him. Where is he. Where is my husband.

Chat I think I cooked 🍳

[4ever-feral]

Pov: You and Rick Grimes are in love 🤍

[ang3lc]

hi angel! I love your writing so much, I loved your daryl fic <3 could I make a request for rick smut? you could write anything about rick and I'd love it <<3

hi hun! my brain instantly went to some "we shouldn't do this" smut and that's kindawhat i conjured up :] hope u like it!!

rick grimes x f!reader, oral (fem!receiving), ricks shlong, 1.6k words

The rain started just after noon, a slow drizzle that quickly escalated into a downpour. By the time you and Rick realized the herd was closing in, the storm had become a deluge, turning the forest paths into rivers of mud. The walkers were relentless, forcing the two of you to sprint through the trees, your boots slipping on the wet ground.

“This way!” Rick shouted over his shoulder, his voice barely audible over the roar of the storm. His hand shot out, grabbing yours as he pulled you toward a narrow path. The chill of his touch shot through you, grounding you even as the chaos pressed in.

The cabin appeared out of nowhere, half-hidden by the rain and overgrown foliage. It was old and weathered, its shutters hanging crookedly and the roof sagging in places. But it was shelter, and more importantly, it had a door that locked.

Rick shoved it open with his shoulder, ushering you inside before slamming it shut. He shoved a standing closet across the door, catching his breath once he knew the both of you were secure. You leaned against the wall, trying to catch your breath, your clothes soaked and clinging uncomfortably to your skin.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, dripping water onto the creaking floorboards, the storm raging outside. Rick turned, his piercing blue eyes scanning you for injuries.

“You good?” he asked, his voice rough but laced with concern.

“Yeah,” you managed, though your pulse was still racing. “You?”

He nodded, brushing a hand through his damp curls. “We’re lucky this place was here. Could’ve been bad out there.”

“Could still be bad,” you muttered, glancing at the foggy windows. The walkers weren’t far behind, and the flimsy-looking cabin didn’t inspire much confidence. But for now, it was quiet—no groans, no shuffling footsteps.

Rick moved further into the house, crouching to inspect ashes left in a fire place. “Looks like someone’s been here recently. Should be enough to get a fire going.”

You watched as he worked, gathering scraps of dry wood and kindling from the corners of the room. The way his hands moved—quick, efficient—was almost hypnotic. You’d been on enough supply runs with him to know he thrived under pressure, but there was something different about seeing him like this, in a rare moment of quiet focus.

Once the fire caught, warmth began to seep into the room. You sat cross-legged on the rug, holding your hands out toward the flames while Rick shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over a chair to dry. His shirt clung to him, damp and outlining the broad planes of his shoulders, his strong biceps and chest. You tried not to stare, but your eyes had a mind of their own.

“We should stay here tonight,” Rick said, breaking the silence. “Let the herd move on.”

You nodded, though the thought of spending the night alone with him made your heart pound for reasons that had nothing to do with fear. The unspoken tension between you had been simmering for weeks—glances that lingered too long, the occasional brush of his hand against yours, words left unsaid.

The rain intensified, battering the windows and drowning out the world outside. You both settled into an uneasy quiet, the crackle of the fire the only sound.

It wasn’t until later, after the initial rush of adrenaline faded, that the weight of the day’s events truly sank in. You were sitting on the couch now, stripped of your sopping jacket with Rick beside you, close enough that your knees brushed. His head was bowed, his hands clasped together as he stared at the floor, his leg bouncing ever so slightly–in concentration or anxiety? You couldn't tell.

“You ever stop pretending, Rick?” you asked apprehensively, your voice barely above a whisper.

His head snapped up, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “What are you talkin’ about?”

“You know what I mean,” you said, your heart thudding in your chest. “You act like none of this means anything. Like we’re just two people trying to coexist, and that that’s all it’ll ever be.”

Rick exhaled sharply, standing abruptly. He started pacing, his boots thudding softly against the floor as the firelight casted his shadow across the room. “We can’t do this,” he said, his voice low but firm. “It’s not right.”

“Why not?” you challenged, standing too. The both of you illuminated by the warmth of the fire as it warmed your skin, your voice rising above the droplets that hit the roof. “What’s stopping you? The rules? Rick, there are no rules anymore... Didn't you say that to Shane?"

He turned to face you, his expression torn, conflicted. “It’s not that simple,” he said, his voice rough. “We’ve got a group to think about. Responsibilities. I have Michonne, I think, This—this would only make things harder.”

You stepped closer, the space between you shrinking. “You’re absolutely right,” you said quietly, your voice feigning sincerity with every ounce of your being. “We shouldn’t do this...”

The air between you felt charged, thick with unspoken words. Rick’s breath hitched, his eyes searching yours for a hesitation he wouldn’t find.

He surged forward, his hand cupping the side of your face as his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was all tongue, teeth, and desperation, all-consuming, weeks of suppressed feelings erupting all at once. You balled your fists into his damp shirt, pulling him closer as you both stumbled back onto the couch.

“Goddammit,” he muttered against your lips as his hands found your waist, his voice raw. “We shouldn’t—”

“Then stop,” you whispered as one hand tangled deeper in his damp curls and the other held the rippled muscles of his back.

The firelight flickered as clothing flew across the room. You peeled off his shirt while shimmying out of your pants, his hands dipping beneath the fabric of your top before yanking it off entirely. His touch was both rough and tender, his hands exploring the skin of your chest like he couldn’t get enough. He kissed his way down the soft skin of your neck before marking it as his, stubble scraping deliciously against your flesh. His tongue swirled around your nipples, giving them both enough attention to make your cunt flutter around nothing.

Outside, the storm raged on, but inside the cabin, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you—your breathless whispers, the heat of the fire, the way his name fell from your lips like a confession.

His lips traveled further down your stomach before he scooped up your thighs and placed them around his shoulders. Without warning, he licked a fat stripe over your clothed core, your back arching immediately as you practically grinded on his tongue. Lord knows it's been a while since a man's had his mouth on you.

But none of them were as good as Rick. His baby blues met yours as he pulled your panties to the side, feeling his cock twitch against his zipper at the sight of your glistening arousal. He lapped up your juices, moaning at the taste of you as he swirled and sucked your sensitive bud. You squealed as he held your legs impossibly tight, restricting your movement as he ate you nastier than a starving walker would have.

He eased a finger into your tight hole, slowly massaging that gummy spot inside of you that made heat burn in your thighs and stomach.

"Gotta get you nice 'n ready for my cock, Baby, hmm? How's that sound? Gon' get nice 'nd ready for me?" Rick was on another planet as he babbled, obsessed with the way your hole took his finger so well. He eased in another, his hips automatically pistoning into the couch at the sound of your moans, imagining just how well you would take his cock.

"R-Rick please... Need you so bad, please..." You were in tears as he played with you. He gave you enough stimulation to bring you to the brink of cumming, but never enough to throw you over. You pawed at his curls that were between your legs as he looked up at you. He almost looked drunk as he pulled his eyes away from your cunt.

"What'd ya need, Sweetheart?" He cooed at you as he sat up. His frame rising up above you as he unbuckled his pants, his eyes never leaving yours. "You need somethin' from me?" His mocking didn't cease.

"Yes, Rick! Fucking please..." You pleaded as you watch him work his belt out of the loops of his jeans at a agonizing pace. He pulled his pants down just enough to free himself from his boxers. The sight made your mouth water.

He was thick with a slight upward curve, thick curls at the base, and his tip was an angry red, pre smeared all around it. You reached out to take him into your hands but he moved away, your hands retracting.

"Keep those hands where I can see 'em. You wanted my cock so bad, right? You're gonna have to ask real nice for it, Sweetheart." He said, dragging his hands across your stomach, scorching the skin beneath his fingers.

You huffed as you stared at his cock as he teasingly tapped it against your perked clit, each little nudge making your hole flutter. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, whispering his name like a prayer through whines and whimpers of desperation.

His hand reached out and rested on your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "So sensitive... If I had known that I would've fucked this pretty pussy weeks ago.." His thumb slipped into your mouth, his cock drooling as your lips immediately tightened around it.

"Since you like to whine so goddamn much, you can suck on that while I fuck you stupid."

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[midnight-shadow-cafe]

The Deal with the Devil

Pairing: Rick Grimes x reader

Warning: slight angst (usual mentions of walking dead stuff), mostly fluff, brief mentions of blood

Authors Note: this does mention pre breakout reader, they were a medic before this all happened, so I hope you enjoy this fic!

Word Count: 1.2K

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The early morning mist clung to the trees like a shroud as you moved through the underbrush. This was your territory—an isolated cabin hidden deep in the woods, protected by traps and your own self-sufficiency. You didn’t take in strangers; they’d always brought more trouble than you could handle. But that morning, as you stumbled across him slumped against a fallen tree, something made you pause.

Blood pooled at his side, seeping through a makeshift bandage that did little to stem the bleeding. He was clearly a fighter, hands roughened by years of survival, but his strength was fading fast.

When his eyes flickered open, they found yours, piercing blue and filled with a spark of stubbornness despite the pain.

“Who… who are you?” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Just someone passing through,” you replied coolly, eyeing the wound at his side. “You’re bleeding out.”

He gave a strained laugh, his hand weakly clutching his side. “Don’t… don’t need help.”

You rolled your eyes, crouching down to assess the injury despite his protest. “Looked like you needed it bad enough to try tying yourself up with scraps.” Before he could argue, you helped him sit up, draping his arm over your shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you patched up.”

His grip was surprisingly strong for someone so close to passing out, but he didn’t resist as you guided him back to your cabin. Once inside, you settled him onto a makeshift bed and got to work. As you cleaned and stitched the wound, his teeth clenched against the pain, a low groan escaping every now and then.

“You could’ve left me,” he said finally, his voice rough. His gaze met yours, and you caught a flicker of curiosity there, as though he was trying to figure you out.

“Yeah, I could have,” you replied, finishing up the last stitch. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”

Rick gave a short, humorless laugh. “Been called worse.”

Over the next few days, he stayed in your cabin, and in that time, you found out more about him than you had about anyone in years. He spoke sparingly, but as he healed, his guard began to drop. He told you about a place called Alexandria, the people he cared for, and the losses he’d suffered. Each story of survival, each mention of the people he fought for, revealed a quiet strength that had kept him going.

One night, as you sat by the fire, he spoke softly, almost to himself. “I had a family. Had a wife… a son. Lost my wife. My son—he’s still alive. Out there. He’s all I’ve got left.”

You glanced at him, feeling a pang of empathy. “I know what that’s like,” you murmured, surprised at the honesty in your own voice.

Rick’s eyes met yours, a softness there you hadn’t expected. “You been alone all this time?”

You nodded. “Since the start. People have a way of letting you down. Figured I was better off alone.”

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head. “Maybe. But we’re not meant to be alone. It… it breaks you.”

His words struck a nerve, stirring up memories of the people you’d lost, of the walls you’d built to keep from feeling that pain again. You’d shut yourself off from others to survive, but with Rick, that defense was crumbling.

The silence between you felt heavier, but somehow comforting. As you met his gaze, you saw the same vulnerability, the same quiet loneliness reflected back at you. Before he left, he took your hand, his grip warm and steady, and whispered, “Thank you.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, feeling the weight of his hand slip away as he walked out of your cabin and back into the forest. The quiet settled in around you, the familiar solitude returning, but now it felt empty, haunted by his absence.

A Few Months Later

Days turned into weeks, and the memory of Rick lingered in small moments—the sight of a half-empty bottle of disinfectant, the cot where he’d slept, and the faint, almost-missing echo of his voice. You hated to admit it, but you missed him, missed the stories he’d shared, the way his quiet presence filled the silence.

Eventually, though, you had no choice but to focus on survival. Supplies were low, and you were overdue for a supply run. Slinging your pack over your shoulder, you took a deep breath and stepped out of the cabin, steeling yourself for another lonely trip.

And there, as if summoned by your thoughts, he was.

Rick Grimes, standing just a few feet away, his gaze warm and steady, a soft smile spreading across his face as he took you in. “Morning,” he greeted, his voice low and familiar.

You froze, your heart skipping as you tried to process the sight of him. “Rick?” you breathed, disbelief giving way to a flutter of something you hadn’t felt in a long time. “What are you doing here?”

“I came back,” he replied, stepping closer. There was a quiet determination in his eyes, and you felt your heart race as he held your gaze. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Thought maybe… you’d come with me.”

A dozen questions raced through your mind, but only one seemed to matter. “Why?”

“Because I’d rather know you were safer with me than out here by yourself,” he said, his voice softening. “And maybe a little company wouldn’t be so bad from time to time.” He hesitated, the vulnerability you’d seen before flickering in his gaze. “Who knows? Maybe you could help me find my son.”

Your heart pounded, caught between the life you’d known and the new path he was offering. The thought of leaving everything behind was terrifying—but so was the thought of going back to a life of empty days and endless loneliness.

Without another word, you stepped toward him, and he closed the distance, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as though he was afraid to break whatever unspoken connection had formed between you.

You leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his skin, the strength of his hand anchoring you in that moment. When he tilted his head and leaned closer, your heart raced, but you didn’t pull away. His lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative, and you felt yourself melting into the kiss, a quiet, unspoken promise of what could be.

When you finally pulled away, he looked at you with a quiet intensity, his smile warm and genuine. “So,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “What do you say? Come with me?”

You took a deep breath, glancing back at the cabin, at the life of solitude you’d clung to for so long. But as you turned back to Rick, the ache of loneliness faded, replaced by a spark of hope.

“Yes,” you whispered, a small smile breaking across your face. “I’ll come with you.”

And as you left the cabin behind, walking hand-in-hand into the unknown, you knew you were finally stepping into a life you could believe in again—one filled with purpose, hope, and the promise of new beginnings.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider Liking and Reposting! -Midnight💜

[dixonsgirl93]

Being in your first polyamorous relationship with Daryl and Rick would include (NSFW):

You started dating Daryl first, growing a connection so intense you never dreamed of falling for anyone else.

Yet somehow you and Rick steadily grow closer until it became flirting and then one night a surprise proposition from Rick but only if Daryl was cool with it.

Surprisingly he was because, unsurprisingly, he’d noticed the two of you together but always smiled when you caught his eye.

Since you took Rick up on his offer, he asks Daryl, without you knowing, if he can share you.

They both come to you to ask if this is okay with you. You stand there, in shock at what they’re offering but ultimately agree.

It becomes clear to everyone else that something is going on with the three of you. But mostly the way Daryl and Rick both tease you when the 3 of you are together.

Carol is the first to come up to and ask about it. You tell her, trying to hide your smile. She makes a face, not like she disapproves but that it’s something she would ever consider. She knows they’re both good men and you’d be safe and well treated. She then jokes about if they take turns cuddling you to sleep at night.

There are plenty who think negatively of you for being with both men, considering you to be selfish or a whore. Rick makes it clear to never speak ill of you again, and they don’t, but their looks say it all.

Fortunately, there are plenty who are supportive and joke around with you about them. They try to stop the negativity as well.

The first time you try a threesome goes awkwardly but you all talk and laugh through it, enjoying the experience of it all and ultimately, the pleasure.

Daryl expresses he prefers when you’re intimate that it’s just the two of you and Rick agrees the same for him.

But still, they let their guard down sometimes and devour you at the same time, their arousal completely taking over.

When the three of you are alone, the men also just enjoy sitting together and teasing you, making remarks about tasting you and touching you and enjoying your fierce blushing and the way you squeeze your legs together.

You love the way their eyes follow you when you enter or leave a room.

You love the way the dynamic works so perfectly for the 3 of you. Even when other women come into the picture for them, they never make you feel insecure.

[normanreedusdaryl]

Losing it.

Rick Grimes x Daryl Dixon x Female!OFC

18+

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

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

CHAPTER 3: The Happening.

This is in Daryl's POV

Note this is my first fic series, so please be kind, tips are definitely appreciated. This will be the last chapter, not sure I really like where it's going it just feels too rushed.

NOT PROOF READ!

You tried getting to sleep, but you couldn't. Your mind racing from everything that just happened. You're now lying on the edge of the bed with the covers off. It's hot in the cabin, especially when you're sleeping next to two other people, so after thinking long and hard, you lift your tank over your head, it gets stuck midway, sticking to the sweat on your chest. You lay back down, wondering if it was a stupid thing to do. You didn't want to give her the wrong idea so you decide to face away from her. You eventually fall asleep. But you're woken up an hour or two later, when you feel her legs on top of yours. You must have turned and faced her in your sleep. Your brain went into panic mode as you quickly moved her leg off yours, sending the blanket flying onto Rick. Luckily it hadn't woken either of them, although now she was exposed. Her soft legs glistened in the moonlight. You couldn't help but look at her shorts riding up her legs, outlining her soft, puffy pussy lips. You couldn't believe what you were doing. You were like a teenage boy, drooling over his highschool crush.

You had only had sex once, it was a girl Merle had set you up with. She was attractive, and you in-experienced. You came before she could even get her tits out, she left in a strop never to be seen again. You were put off sex. Your brother used to bring many women home, sometimes multiple a night. You could often hear him through the walls grunting. You hated it, you hated everything about it. He always got the girls, and you... you were left with just your hands which you rarely used anyways. And here you are, thirty years later still thinking about it, still jealous of your brother.

You feel your body tense up in anger and regret. You had wasted those precious years of your life alone and depressed. You huff at your thoughts, trying to distract yourself from the memories of your life before. You can't help but look again, all this anger built up you just need a way to release it. Normally you'd run away or go out hunting but this time was different. You have a feeling, a feeling in your pants, the feeling of your soft cock slowly growing, resisting against your underwear. Your rock hard dick bulging out your trousers with no blanket to cover it. You move to the edge of the bed, making sure you don't accidentally wake her up. You cup your hands around your cock and balls, trying to hide your erection. It's painful, you can feel the zipper pushing against your tip, with your cock twitching every now and then. You shut your eyes trying to distract your thoughts but all you can think about is her pussy. You can't take the feeling anymore. So you quietly get up, put a jacket on and go outside. You walk for a bit, passing the tree that was previously squirted on until you find one big enough to cover you. You unzip your trousers, pulling them to your knees. You rub your bulging penis through your underwear, a wet patch forming at the tip. You pull them down and your penis flings out. Your cut cock leaking precum which you rub around your tip. You spit onto your dick, as you wrap your fingers round and start to jerk. Your average length, thick veiny dick thrusts in and out your hand as you shut your eyes. You think of her, her pussy, her rubbing her sticky fingers over your belly button, just like Rick had told you she had done. You let out a low moan imagining her warm lips around your hairy cock. It didn't take long until you felt your dick pulsating, shooting loads of warm cum on the side of the tree. You pull your pants back up, wipe your tip on your underwear and make your way back quietly, eventually falling back asleep.

You wake up to the sun beaming in your eyes. Ricks already up, it's just you two in bed. You move onto your side, facing her when you feel something sticky in your pants. It hits you, you didn't really go out last night, you had a wet dream. You looked down at your trousers, there it was... a large load of cum, leaking out of your pants, even leaking onto the bed. You didn't know what to do, you felt confused. She was only 19, she isn't even half as old as you are. But you didn't feel guilty, which made you feel guilty. She was the one who wanted you, the one who went behind a tree every morning and fingered herself to the thought of Rick and you. You felt defeated, you felt like Merle. If that was him she was touching, she'd be pregnant by now. Merle wouldn't care if it was morally right or not. You hated it, you had become a b-tech version of him. Too much of a pussy to fuck her. You decide to get out of bed, leaving her to alone, tangled in the sheets.

She doesn't get up for a few hours, you wait patiently, not letting the cabin go out of sight. Just after collecting some firewood you see her sitting on the steps of the cabin. You al'right? You ask, nervous for her answer. You have a good sleep? She smiles. A great one thanks, you? You froze, something in her eyes told you that she knew. Alright. You reply as you walk off quickly, you didn't want to seem too involved or she'd know something was up. You sat by the stream, cupping your hands to your face. The cold water running down the bridge of your nose, reaching your neck. The cum stain which was once wet has now dried solid, so solid it created a ripple in your jeans. You couldn't help but think about the dream, her soft pussy on display for you, shooting loads on cum onto the tree. You're a perv Daryl. You say to yourself as you lay flat on your back, the sun hitting your already rosey cheeks.

A while back you had found a bottle of expensive whiskey and decided to take it. You never thought you'd be drinking, just to gain enough confidence to speak to her. You really were a horny teenage boy. Taking the alcohol you found, and sneaking behind a tree to drink it. Almost like you were hiding from your parents, not wanted to get caught. Taking 4...5...6 big gulps, you felt a warm sensation tingle the back of your throat. You could feel it kicking in.

By the time you waked back to the cabin it was dark, easy to blame your stumbles on the fact you can't see. Walking into the cabin your eyes are met with her, wrapped in an old blanket shivering. You cold?... Yeah, freezing. You get an idea. Your drunk, stupid mind pulls out the now half empty bottle of whiskey from your bag. Here, take a swig of this. It'll warm you up good... But this is alcohol? I'm not of age... When have you ever cared about rules. You brush your thumb on her cheek, before she leans back taking a few large sips. She coughs at the burning sensation. That's discusting. You both laugh. It gets better the more ya drink, sweetheart. You see her eyes flutter at the fact you just called her sweetheart. daryl, I feel funny. Smirking at the comment she just made. You're drunk baby, you're drunk. She giggles before taking another few gulps, wiping her mouth with her hands. Should we save some for Rick?... I think maybe this should be our little secret. 

You're pissed drunk, not even thinking of the words coming out of your mouth. Quickly putting the bottle back in the bag, you get into bed and wait for Rick to enter. It's not long before he does, taking his shoes off and climbing into the bed, sandwiching her between you both. Its complete pitch black, complete silence. You move your body towards her, your legs touching hers. Heart pounding you grab her waist, bringing it closer to yours. If she wasn't awake before, she sure was now, Your bulging cock, prodding at her belly. Mhhh. She lightly moans as you push her further into your chest. Your rough hands moving around her waist before finally reaching her ass. Slipping your hand into her boxers. Her skin was soft, supple and hairless. You had never felt anything like it. Gliding your hands in between her cheeks, you spread them open, lightly tapping your fingers on the start of her pussy. You kiss her head as she grinds against your fingers, pushing them deeper into her wet, filthy folds. She was so wet you could hear it, hear her tiny pussy squelching against the force of your fingers inside her. Fuck me Daryl, please, do whatever you want to me. You couldn't belive it, she wanted you just as much as you wanted her. Rick will hear. You respond as she engulfs your finger into her pussy. Your fingertips feeling her warm, virgin walls. I'll be quiet, i promise. You slowly push her boxers down, taking them off completly, before she does the same to you, freeing your hard cock from the confinements of your jeans. You felt the tip hit her pussy as it came out, forcing you to grunt. You flip her over, making her face Rick. While kissing your ears, you aline your cock with her slit, moving it up and down. You could feel her juices leaking down the base of your cock. This was the moment, it was about to happen. You slowly pushed your cock into her pussy, until you could feel your balls touch her ass. You thrusted in and out slowly, making sure not to shake the bed too much. You tried being silent but the sound of her slick lubing your dick filled the room. You didn't care, you couldn't care, your thoughts were clouded by horniness. You went faster, as her breathing got heavier. Yeah good girl, take my big dick, take Daryl's dirty dick. You didn't even bother whispering, a part of you wanted Rick to wake up, Rick watching you cum in her pussy. It turned you on. You closed your eyes before planting your face into her neck, her clenching her walls tighter around your pulsing cock. Your thoughts are ruined by the sound of Rick waking. Looking up you see his mouth wide open in shock. You slow down your strokes, though not stopping completly. Daryl... What are you doing?... I can't help it Rick, she's being such a good girl. You take the covers off you both, reavealing your cock, thusting in and out her pussy. Daryl... this isn't right-... What? she wanted it Rick, she's the one who fingered herself, imagining us fucking her. Cmon man, join in. Ricks face is confused, but his body isn't. He's rockhard and your staring right at it. He places his hand onto her pussy, and slides them in. His fingers meeting your shaft inside. She screams. Rick, i can't last much longer, you're gonna neet to help me out. Rick complies, removing his jeans off. His dick springing out. You pump harder, and faster until eventually you cum inside her, Your cock shooting a warm load of sperm inside her pussy. Rick shoves his dick in after you, using your cum as lube. You watch Ricks ass thrust as he fills her pussy. Fuck baby, your gonna make me... uh.... uh...UH. Rick cums, shooting a second load into your pussy. He pulls it out, as you and Rick watch your cum bubble out her pussy.

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*you walk up to Rick, shoving him back*

Rick - “The fuck was that for?” *he turns to look at you*

Y/N - “You’re losing it, Rick. You need to stop before someone else’s gets killed”

Rick - I’m losing it? *he shakes his head* you have no idea.

Y/N - *staring at Rick* you have two kids who need you. You can’t just go berserk like this.

Rick - *he laughs* You keep it up..” *he lowers his voice* “..and I’ll have three to worry about.” *he walks away*

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My first ever Rick post :) thanks for reading!

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[rickgrimesfever]

Soft Rick Grimes Headcanons

Rick Grimes was many things, the world had changed him a lot, it would change anyone. Some would say that Rick's become cold, mean, or more tense, and some it's true.

But Rick...could never be mean to you, he loves you too much.

Sure, there are moments where Rick is tense and stressed out around you, but he would never be mean to you.

Rick's eyes soften the moment he looks at you.

He loves spooning you and having you in his arms, back pressed up against his chest and his arms wrapped around your torso.

Rick loves to nuzzle his face into the back of your neck or your shoulder.

He feels so at ease and relaxed around you, no one can comfort him like you do.

When walkers are around, his eyes are always on you, watching your every move.

If you every get injured, he's right there at your side, his soft, warm hand on your cheek as he's trying to comfort you.

His kisses are soft, but deep and passionate, trying to pour all his love into you.

Rick doesn't say 'I love you' often, but he def shows it and when he does say it, it's super meaningful.

Lets out deep sighs of relaxation when you run your fingers through his curls and massage his scalp.

Rick adores it when you rub your shoulders and or just have a hand on his lower back.

Loves to hold your face in his hands and admire your face.

If Rick ever leaves on a run or a mission, he makes sure to say goodbye to

Always has his hand on your thigh or an arm wrapped around your waist.

Always backs you up when fighting walkers.

At the end of the day after a run in with walkers, he'll sit you down and check your body for bites or any walker marks.

His touches are so soft and loving.

Rick is literal so soft with you and is always super patient too.

He speaks soft and never raises his voice at you.

Loves to be super cuddly with you in anyway he can be, especially with you nuzzled into his chest.

He feels like he can protect you best that way and he thinks that it's also just super cute.

Regardless of how much Rick has lost and has gone through, he'll always be soft and kind with you.

[kookiekult]

Homework: finished ✔️

Richonne: best couple on twd 😍

Request: completed 💪

Requested by: @hiro--aoki 🔛🔝

[banshees-martin]

i ❤️ the fact that my family have already watched twd before me so its like i always have someone to talk about it with yk? (and lowkey my mum loves daryl as much as me and it makes me giggle)

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out of pocket Pinterest comments under Andrew Lincoln's photo (Rick Grimes from The Walking Dead)

the said image:

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We're all literally Rick

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