#the walking dead rick grimes

[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."

mlist

[aliidarling]

no thoughts, only the group deciding to take in a nurse reader but is very sensitive and very naive to people now. Like doesn't grasp the idea of ulterior motives and Rick is OBSESSED with her. Wants to keep her safe and very protective, gets jealous when she tends to Daryls or Glenns or Merles wounds. Almost kills Merles when he finds out that he almost convinces reader to let him do a, body inspection to check for "bites". All the clothes she picks out are washed out pinks and dirty creams from the muck but still a pretty doll for him and maybe one night he just can't take it anymore and sneaks into her cell or room or tent and takes her. After the cherry on top is she's virgin??? I'll let you run with this if you want but yeah, no thoughts just this :3

say yes to heaven

RICK GRIMES x fem!reader

sfw content :)

summary; you’re the cute nurse of alexandria and rick may or not be obsessed with you

warnings; fluff, kissing

i tried so hard to write nsfw but i couldn’t i’m sorrryyy😭love u jay!! but hey if this gets enough attention maybe i’ll do a part 2 with the nsfw..

they had found you weeks back in terminus, a small girl wearing a bloody sundress. rick was the one who found you, and he practically fell inlove at first sight, astounded by your soft hair and pretty face that looked angelic in comparison to the blood covering your shaky figure.

he had been the one who comforted you and helped you walk, one hand around your waist and one of yours wrapped around his shoulder. you were limping, and he was quick to aid you.

you stuck around them ever since, clinging onto rick mostly with a goody-two-shoes attitude that would annoy rick normally if he wasn’t so infatuated. you were too cute to get angry at, a killer smile and soft baby-skin.

after discovering your knowledge in nursing, you were quick to be appointed as one of the doctors in alexandria. rick was annoyed by how popular you suddenly were, especially with how all the men in town suddenly had injuries that they were dying to get medicated.

he could feel his anger rising as he sat on one of the benches in the small clinic you shared with denise, arms crossed as he watched you interact with aiden. you were gently wrapping a bandage around a slash he got from a run, a slash rick swore wasn’t even that deep. not deep enough to need all the shit aiden was begging you to give him.

“tell me if i’m hurting you, okay?” you smiled at him sweetly as your delicate fingers worked at him, one hand on his bicep holding him steady while the other wrapped the bandage. aiden stared up at you shamelessly, practically drooling as he nodded.

“you could never hurt me, darling.” he says cheekily, grinning as he ogled your small form. rick held back a scoff at how confident his tone was, when he knew damn well who you would choose between the two of them. you would choose rick over that dumbass anyday, right?

rick decides he's seen enough of this dumb little interaction and coughs lowly, gaining both of your attention. your eyes widen at the sight of the scratches and blood on him, not much but still enough to worry you!

“rick! what happened?” you gasped, walking over to him and gently placing your hands on him to look at his wound. he bites back the cocky grin when you immediately ditch aiden for him. he wants to grab you and kiss you stupid, show aiden who you really belong to, but he knows that would probably make you freak.

“the run was rocky, got a lil’ roughed up, it’s nothin’ sweetheart.” he soothes, placing a hand on the back of your head and petting you like a little kitty. he saw you as the cutest thing—wanting to pet and rub you like you were his little pet.

“oh no, cmon, sit down. i’ll patch you up, okay?” you smile sweetly at him like a damn angel, making him want to just scoop you up and run off. rick obviously doesn’t do that and instead nods with a soft chuckle, following your orders and sitting down on one of the beds.

“you’re an angel.” he sends you a crooked grin that has you blushing and shying away, making his smile widen even further. you’re so adorable, he thinks, nothing could take you away from him.

rick almost laughs as you leave aiden behind and start wrapping him up, smiling at him and asking how the run went. he knew you preferred him— why wouldn’t you?

later that night, he’s out on a late night patrol around town when he passes by your house. you had decorated it well, with little garden gnomes outside and a patio with a rocking chair. there was even a fluffy throw blanket thrown over it, with the side table occupied by a crystal lamp and book.

he had caught side of you sitting out there by yourself, making him frown. pretty girl like you shouldn’t be alone. he thinks for a split second before mindlessly walking up to you, waving with a friendly smile.

“hey sweetheart.” he greets, eyes twinkling as you immediately straighten your posture and send him a killer smile. you give him a polite wave back, and he asks if he can sit down.

“oh yeah, of course. i’m actually— i have cookies in the oven, want some?” your words are soft as you stand up, patting down your clothing.

you wore a pair of matching silk pajamas, a pair he had seen you wear before. it had tiny shorts, a short sleeve button up, and was pink. everything you wore was pink, he noticed. whenever he would go on runs you’d always run up to him beforehand, just begging for him to bring back some sweet creamy clothes or a light pink. he always did, just for you.

“cute pajamas.” he teased as he follows you inside, glance around your cozy place. he had been here before, rare occasions , but now he was alone with you at night time. no one would be able to hear you both.

he shuddered. that sounded wrong. no, he just wanted you to moan his name over and over again. not murder you.

you giggle at his comment, glancing at him, “thank you!” you wiggled your hips teasingly, showing off your pajamas, not even knowing the effect that had on him. he could feel his cock harden in his pants at the sight— jesus christ, don’t just do that.

“definitely smells like cookies in here. didn’t know you liked to bake.” he mutters as he walked up to your oven, peering down at the pan of cookies inside. he hums at the sight and smell.

“it’s my comfort at times, you know? living in an apocalyptic world isn’t the greatest.” you pout, leaning against the counter next to him. he wants to grab you and make you feel so good, but that would just scare you off. he needed to ease into it.

“they’re lookin’ good, hun. you better let me get a few extras too.” he jokes, straightening his back to full height and towering over you. you feel your tummy tingle at the sight of the officer so close, his messy curls hanging over his forehead freely. you feel the urge to brush your hands through them, you have before. you were quite touchy with him whenever he was in his clinic, something you only found yourself doing with him.

a silence falls between the two of you. you’re both just staring at each other, the only sound audible being the wind blowing against the windows and the clock ticking. since when was he so close to you? you could practically feel his breath on you.

the next few seconds are filled with you both gradually leaning closer to each other, his hand going to place it on the counter behind you, trapping you— his chest flush against yours and his lips about to connect to yours.. when the stove stars dinging loudly, making you both flinch. you immediately dive towards the oven, grabbing your pink mittens and pulling out the pan.

“aw, shit, i burned them—..” you panicked, a big blush on your face from the interaction you just had with him. he stared at you silently from behind, eyes narrowing slowly. he was definitely gonna spank you later for that, because no way is he leaving this house tonight without at least one kiss.

“it’ll be alright.” he says, his sarcastic tone pretty obvious. he presses his chest against your back, making you stiffen from the sudden contact. he smoothly grabs the pan from you and places it down onto the counter, before swiftly turning you to face him.

“rick—“ you gasp, blinking rapidly as he was now holding you against him, hands on your waist. firm. he wasn’t planning on letting you go.

“shut up.” he grumbled, immediately shutting you up with a harsh kiss to your soft pink lips. you moan in surprise into his lips, your body arching into his reflexively. shakily, you place your palms on his biceps, holding them steadily to steady yourself.

the kiss was passionate, something he’s wanted since day one. ever since he saw you all scared in terminus, wearing that pretty dress with the face of an angel, all he could think was how well he would treat you.

he slowly steps forward, making you stumble back. your pressed against the counter now, his hands holding you down as he deepens the kiss, hungry for anything you could give him. everything.

“you taste so good, exactly how i thought you would.” he groans as he finally parts from you. your lips were coated in saliva from him practically eating your face off, breath heavy.

“thank you..?” you choked out, a big blush on your cheeks. you looked down shyly, face warming up as he was so close to you. you were still trying to process the fact he had kissed you.

“don’t go all shy on me, sweetheart.” he chuckles, gently cupping your face and leading you back towards him. he taps your chin gently, making sure you don’t look away.

“i want you to know im not playing around with you, or trying to get a small fling.” he says firmly. a smile tugs at your lips as you press closer, licking your dry lips. his words touched you, making you feel seen and happy that he would reassure you on such a sensitive topic.

“promise?” you grinned childishly, holding out your pinky finger with a hint of mirth. he holds back a laugh and nods, holding out his own pinky. you both shake your pinkies while giggling.

the smell of burnt cookies catches his attention and he turns to the counter, frowning at the sight. they were slightly burnt with the edges black and the chocolate chips all gooey. it still looked edible, in a way, but definitely not the outcome you wanted.

“did my excellent kissing skills distract you too much?” he snorts at the sight, picking one up them carefully and narowing his eyes.

“shut up,” you roll your eyes at him he scans the cookie before hesitantly taking a bite out of the one of limited edible-looking portions.

he chews for a moment before smiling at you, taking another bite.

“not too shabby.” he nudges you playfully.

you can’t help but chuckle, curling up in his side and hesitantly taking a cookie from the stack. you put it in your mouth and cringe at the burnt taste, frowning immediately.

“this sucks.” you huff with a pout, putting it back on the tray. you glance at him and feel a warm blush spread across your face again, scanning his figure in his uniform and curly hair. he looked so good in your kitchen.

“hey, everyone’s first try is never the best.” he comforts, stepping back up to you with a comforting smile. he gently pets your hair, wanting nothing more then to hold you for hours and play with your locks. he doesn’t miss the way your cute little face flushes the more he pampers you.

“..this was my fourth time.” your defeated tone immediately makes him chuckle.

[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.

[liliesdiary]

🍒 Rick Grimes Pops Your Cherry 🍒

warning: age gap, corruption kink, doll kink, breeding kink, obsessive!rick, dark!rick, degradation, choking kink

words: 375

notes: fem!reader, it's short but I hope you enjoy <3 inspired by @sinsandsweetness ˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚

Daydreaming about Rick covering your mouth as he steals your virginity and corrupts your pure body inside the barn, trying to keep you quiet as your dad peacefully sleeps in the house. He whispers and groans, "keep quiet sweetheart, you don't want your daddy to know his little girl is being fucked stupid in his barn, hm?"

you cry and whimper but you try to suppress your moans, obeying the older man like a good girl. "you're such an obedient little doll." he says as he tightens his grip around your waist and forces his cock in your tight virgin hole. Your red heels are unable to balance as he pounds into you, making you stumble and shake. The sight of you in your cute little shorts drives him insane, the one with strawberries and cherries on them. The sounds of your red stockings being ripped apart by the older man as he stretches your tight hole drives you insane.

"How many times do I have to tell you stupid doll? I said the next time I see you in those shorts I was going to drag you inside the barn and pop that cherry of yours."

"I'm sorry! I won't wear them again, I swear!", you cry out but it was already too late. He was already deep inside of you, stretching your body and rearranging your insides.

He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you closer, "we both know that's a lie sweetheart."

As Rick's body thrust into you, he couldn't help but think about all the dark and obsessive thoughts that had taken over his mind. He wanted to fuck you into oblivion, to claim you completely and make sure you belonged to him and him alone. The thought of impregnating you crossed his mind, he wanted nothing more than to put a child into your belly.

With a final thrust, he cums deep inside of you, ensuring that every drop would find its way to your egg-filled womb. He groaned in satisfaction, grabbing you by your throat and forcing his tongue into your mouth. You moaned and whimpered as the cum was dripping out of your pretty hole. “You’re mine, you got that? You’re mine and you're going to carry my child.”

[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 🤍

[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.

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[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.

[banshees-martin]

RICKS SWEET GIRL 🎀

[daddydixonscrossbow]

*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 🔛🔝

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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