daryandricky

[daryandricky]

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Chapter 9 DESOLATE

Summary: Ricks group spends four months on the road after the loss of the farm. Y/n has a painful adventure.

Warnings: Swearing, torture, sa, pregnancy, childbirth, walking dead stuff.

This one ain’t very good but I was feeling ✨chaotic✨ when I wrote it.

Rick's POV

Lori won't talk to me. I totally get it and its understandable, but that don't make it hurt any less. Her and Carl are the only family I have left, and they've shut me out. I can never forgive myself for allowing Carl to finish the job that I should've done.

We've been on the road for about 4 months now. It's winter and freezing. I'm doing my best to lead this group, but quite honestly, I'm hanging on by a damn thread. Y/n is constantly consuming my thoughts, she's always creeping in the back of my mind, begging to control my thinking. I can't allow it, not with so many people relying on me. It's a never-ending cycle. Walk. Sip water. Find a safe space to stay the night. Sleep. Wake up. Eat as little as possible. Repeat.

We're currently camped out in an old house, supplied with nothing but dog food. They tried to eat it. I couldn't control myself as there ain't no way in hell I'm letting anyone eat that shit. It's a hard pill to swallow, that we're so low in life that the only food we can find is supposed to be eaten by a fucking canine.

I grabbed that can from Carl's hand and threw it against the wall. I just couldn't bear the thought of it. I decided I needed a breather. So, I currently stand guarding the house on the porch.

But here she comes again, consuming every fiber in my being, not letting me breathe, choking me like her life depended on it. I let out a painful sigh, trying to control my emotions. My eyes are brimmed with tears, but I refuse to let them flow.

If she's alive she probably has had the baby by now, or at least she's gonna have it soon.

I shake my head at the thought, not wanting to upset myself even further.

I never shoulda shot down our conversations about kids. I know she wanted them; I know that. But I couldn't stand the thought of becoming my father, treating my child the way he had. I suck in a breath at the memory.

My mind unwillingly flashes to the first time she held Carl. She was so excited, nearly jumping out of her skin. I loved how motherly she looked and how well it suited her. I couldn't help but think of having a mini us runnin through our house. I imagined that they'd have her eyes and nose, my hair and ears.

God, I hope our baby looked just like her. I smile fondly at the memory of her. Her grin when she'd tease me. The way her eyes shone when she was with her students. How she'd laugh at my jokes, even the really bad ones.

My mind begins to drift to a memory of her. She was drunk off her ass when she showed up at my place after Lori's bachelorette party. We'd just started dating and I had no idea what to expect from this other side of her.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" I asked slightly annoyed as I had an early shift the next day and it was currently 2 in the morning.

She grins as she looks up at me and forcefully stumbles her way in, before falling onto me and gripping my shirt. "Are you single?" She slurs. "You're so handsome." Y/n giggles. I believe she was trying to cup my cheek, but really slapped me as hard as she could. I open my jaw, trying to dull the stinging sensation.

"You're drunk." I deadpan. She erupts into giggles and hunches over, placing her hands on her knees. She suddenly stops mid-gig, stands straight and with a serious expression says, "No I ain't!" She yells, face turning red. I grab her shoulders and start to lead her to the bedroom so we both can get some much-needed sleep. She suddenly turns around to face me, shit eating grin on her face as she trails her hands over my shoulders and around my neck.

I take a deep breath. "What?"

She purses her lips as she tries to hold in another giggle. "Lori told me somethin bout you." She says in a sing song voice. The tips of my ears turn red. "What she say?"

She covers her mouth with her hand and belly laughs. When she finally stops, she has tears in her eyes and she is now pouting. She runs her tongue over her lips and starts to sway, like we're dancing. "She told me" she giggles again before taking a deep breath "that Shane told her" she leans in close, so close that I can smell the alcohol from her breath "that you love me." She whispers before cupping her cheeks and smiling ear to ear.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" I ask nervously.

She slightly shakes her head with her eyes closed, scratching her scalp. Her eyes then pop wide open, and she yawns before turning away from me, heading towards the bedroom. I follow closely behind as she stumbles along, nearly bashing her head against the wall every fucking second.

She sighs as she plops down on the bed belly first, starfish style. I smile slightly at the sight. She may have been a pain in my ass at the moment but I wasn't gonna let her forget about this, that's for sure. I start to undo the strap on her heel, trying to make her more comfortable when her foot suddenly makes contact with my groin. I double over in pain, letting out a groan, tilting my head slightly to get a look at her. She has a pillow aimed at me, ready to beat the shit outta me.

"I have a boyfriend, ya piece a shit!"

I gulp and slowly nod my head, still hunched over. I raise my arm, trying to offer a treaty. "That'd be me sweetheart." I murmur out. She gasps and begins to sob.

"I-I I'm s-so SORRY Ri-Rick." She cries out as she falls onto her back, covering her face with her hands. I let out a frustrated breath and limp my way towards her, still using my arm for protection. "It's alright baby, it was an accident."

"No! It ain't alright! I kicked your baby maker!" She sobs out again. I stifle a laugh and begin to pat her head, trying my best to soothe the woman.

"Can I lay down with ya? I promise I'll keep my distance." I raise my hands, trying to make peace. She frantically nods her head and I lay down on the edge of the bed, as far away from her as possible. She gasps as she looks at the distance, waving her arm on the empty slot before she starts sobbing again. "Ya don love me no more!"

I bite the inside of my cheek as I stare at the ceiling before turning to face her. "I do baby, c'mere." I say a little groggy as I open my arms. She sobs are quickly replaced with giggles as she jumps towards me, burying her head in my chest. I let out a sigh and start to run my fingers through her hair.

"I lo ya too." She mumbles before drifting off. I can't help but have a shit eating grin of my own at her words.

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"Where the fuck is he?" You groan out in pain desperately wanting your brother at your side. Deanna holds your head, trying to comfort you as you wriggle in pain on the bed.

"He's on a run, he should be here any minute now." She whispers, squeezing your arm.

Pain erupts from your lower region, and you let out a cry. "Nearly there Y/n!" Pete says. You give him a disapproving look, silently telling him to shut the fuck up.

Suddenly the door is thrown open, your brother's limp body being carried by Arthur and Aidan, worry etched on their faces.

"What the fuck happened!?" You yelled out in worry and pain as another contraction wracked through your body. The men lay your brother on the gurney next to you and that's when you see it. The missing limb. Pete looks between you and your brother not knowing who he should help. You groan out partially in annoyance, mostly in agony. "Don't just fucking stare at us! Go fucking help him!" He rushes over to your brother and Deanna takes his place, trying to coerce the baby out and you remember the two idiots who brought him in.

Your mouth goes dry and turns sour, causing your face to scrunch. You glare at Aidan. "What. The. Fuck. Happened?"

"Walker." Aidan says, avoiding your gaze. "No fucking shit dumbass." You seethe. "I know my brother ain't stupid enough to get himself bit, so one of ya fuckers must have had somethin to do with it." You glance at the two men, both of them sheepishly looking at you. Anger boils through your body as you notice the missing fourth man. "James?"

"Yeah." Aidan whispers, looking down at his feet. "He dead?"

They both nod their heads. "Good, now get the fuck out I don't want ya two looking at my fucking vagina no more!" You yell, mostly at Arthur as his eyes never left your naked bottom half. They stare at you in shock. "Now!"

Deanna gasps, "Y/n, I can see the head. That means to start pushing."

Nerves wrack your body as you remember the task at hand. You begin to push. It was almost like the baby was deliberately trying to torture you.

After a good 2 hours, your brothers still knocked out from the pain meds Pete gave him, and the little devil finally managed to escape from your body. Pete smiles down at the baby, holding her up for you to see. "You got a baby girl, Y/n/n."

Tears fall from your eyes. Tears of joy. And tears of pain. Tears of raising your little girl without her daddy.

Pete comes back moments later, your daughter now wrapped in a blanket one of your elderly neighbors knitted for you, and he gently hands her to you. Your lip trembles as you look down at the baby girl. Her short brown hair already curling. You wish you could see her eyes, hoping they would be the bright blue your husband once proudly wore. She had your nose and lips. You trace the outline of her nose before giving it a kiss and smiling proudly at your baby girl.

"Hey lil miss Delilah."

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[daryandricky]

SWEAR

Chapter 8 DAGGER

Summary: Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe.

Summary of chapter: Betrayal between Rick and Shane. Y/n and Dylan settle into Alexandria.

Warnings: Swearing, torture, sa, pregnancy, basic walking dead shit.

one week later

Rick's POV

I face away from Shane; nerves are wracking my body as I holster my gun. I let out a shaky breath, "So, this is where you planned to do it?" I ask, staring into the vast darkness, the open field that was once so inviting, now feels like its jaws has opened and is swallowing me whole. My blood feels cold as it runs through my veins.

His eyes are searing holes through my head. "It's a good place as any." Shane mumbles.

I turn my head, looking to my left, not having the will to look at him. "At least have the balls to call this what it is."

"Murder." My face heats and my eyes thin as I slowly spin on my heels, facing the man who plans to take my life.

Anger envelopes my body as I start to walk around him. I raise my arm and wave my hand. "You really believe if you walk back onto that farm alone - no me, no Randall-" I say as I shake my head before Shane cuts me off and stares at me with disgust, pointing at me. "I want you to hush up."

I clasp my hands in front of me and continue to circle Shane, not letting him speak. "You really believe they're gonna buy whatever bullshit story you cook up?"

Shane starts to match my pace and we begin to walk in a circle. "Thats just it. It ain't no story." He says grasping his gun tightly.

"I saw that prisoner shoot you down. I ran after him." He begins emotionally. "I snapped his neck." My eyes blaze with fury as I listen to him continue.

"It ain't gonna be easy, but Lori and Carl, Y/n if we ever find her, they'll get over you." His words are sharp and precise, gutting me like a fish.

"They done it before." He lets out a sharp breath. "They just gonna have to." He exhales deeply as he draws his gun on me, cocking it.

"Why?" I ask, begging for this all to be some nightmare. Begging for me to just wake up back in that hospital bed. Y/n's hands running through my hair as she quietly hums. The thought offers some tranquility, but it doesn't last long as we start to walk around each other in circles once again.

"What you think? I was just gonna let you drag my family around the country looking for yours, who very well could be dead? We just gonna forget about it all? We gonna ride off into the sunset together?" He laughs.

"You gonna kill me in cold blood? Make my wife a widow again? Have my child - my child- have no daddy? Is that what you want?" I rasp, not believing the person he has become.

"That life won't be worth a damn. I know you." My lips purse as I shake my head. "You won't be able to live with this."

"What you know about what I can live with?" He lowers his gun as he stares at me with resentment. "You got no idea what I can live with, what I live with! You wanna talk about what I can do, Rick? How about what you can do? Here I am." He finishes as he tucks his gun in his waist band, raising his hands to surrender.

He pants and rushes out, "Come on, man. Raise your gun."

His words and actions are revolting. I shake my head as my features form distaste. "No. No, I will not." I whisper out.

"What happened, Rick? I thought you weren't the good guy anymore. Ain't that what you said?" He says mockingly, octave slowly getting louder. "Even right here, right now, you ain't gonna fight for 'em!?" He starts to march towards me, crying out, "I'm a better fighter than you, Rick. I'm better for this group than you, man. It's 'cause I'm a better man than you, Rick." He says in disdain. "'Cause I can be here and not off in some lala land trying to find your broken family. And I'll fight for this group, I'll fight for it." His tone increases in anger. "But you come back here, and you just destroy everything!" He throws his hands up, teeth baring.

I stay silent, knowing if I speak up, I won't be able to hold back. Shane shakes his head and whispers, "You got a lost woman," he lets out an airy laugh. "You got a dead baby." His words ache, like someone twisting a hot knife in the pit of my stomach. I stare at him in disbelief.

"You ain't got the first clue in how to fix it." I grimace a gulp and let out a shaky breath. He takes a step forward, lifting his gun to my head. "Raise your gun." He demands.

My eyebrows lift and I look at him out of the tops of my eyelids. "You're gonna have to kill an unarmed man." I say sucking my lip in between my teeth as I raise my hands, submitting to him.

"Watch my hand." I whisper, "Nice and easy." I slowly reach for my gun. Shane's eyes widen menacingly as he tightens his grip on his. "Easy does it." I unholster my gun, holding it upside down, clutching it in front of me, silently asking him to take it.

"Now listen to me, Shane." His eyes darken as he lowers his gaze at me. "There is still a way back from this." I begin to plead as Shane starts to slowly walk closer. "Nothing has happened here. We're gonna lay down our guns, and we're gonna walk back to the farm. Together." I try. His stance doesn't shift, if anything it hardens. "Back to Lori. Back to Carl." He shakes his head and licks his lips sickly.

"Put this all behind us." I say distracting him as he reaches for my gun while I unsheathe my knife. He falters for a second as he grabs the gun from my grasp, and I take this as my opportunity. I leap forward, pressing the knife deep into his abdomen. He cries out as he falls onto me, shooting a stray bullet.

"Shh" I try to comfort him as I lay him on the ground, pressing the knife further. He gurgles on his blood and reaches for me. I push the knife more, snarling, "Damn you for making me do this, Shane. This was you, not me!" I yell out. "You did this to us!" He tries to plead with me, but he can't form the words. "This was you, not me! Not me!" He grabs my chin as I slice through his heart. He looks down at his body in shock. "Not me!" I cry. My hands shake as I hold his head and his hand, helping him through his death.

He lets out one last shaky breath before his eyes glaze over. The realization of what I had just done, hits me hard. I can't breathe as I stare at my best friend, covered in his own blood. I let out an uncontrollable and broken wail. "No!"

"Son of a..." My words trail off as I look at him again. I stand and run my hands over my face, overwhelmed and shaken. I numbly begin to walk away and that's when I see him. Carl is staring at me with a frightened gaze as he raises his gun at me. My mouth goes dry, and I put my hands up, trying to offer peace between us. "C-Carl just let me explain." His hands shake as he pulls the trigger.

I await my impending doom, but it never arrives. Instead, I hear another body fall to the ground and an infected Shane lays just a few feet away from me.

Carl stares ahead with no emotion. "Ya gotta aim for the head, Rick.”

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You sneeze as you enter the house, ready to jump face first onto the couch and fall into a deep sleep. You think one of your students gave you the flu, as he had been practically coughing and sneezing in your face the past two days. You were just thankful it was a Friday, as the hassle of finding a sub was a pain.

You smile slightly as you sit on the couch, letting the cushions envelop your body. Before you know it, you're drifting off, still sitting upright.

A few seconds later, but really hours, you feel arms snake underneath your legs, quickly followed by your back as the perpetrator begins to carry you away from the softness of the couch. You groan in distaste and bury your head into his chest, the light from the hallway increasing your headache.

You smile slightly as the cologne is a familiar scent, and his chest, an even more comfortable pillow. He sets you down on your bed and you finally peek your eyes open to get a look at your husband. He smiles at you as he tucks a few strands of your hair behind your ear. "Long day?" He asks as he stands up and starts to undress to his boxers. You frown at the loss of contact and the mention of your current least favorite student.

You lay on your back and cross your arms over your chest. "Fucking Billy got me sick again."

He chuckles before walking to his side, getting under the covers. He pulls you onto his chest and begins to run his hands through your hair, smiling at the mention of the student who has gotten you sick at least 3 times. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, "Fucking Billy."

You giggle slightly, as the movement from your laugh makes your body ache. "I swear he has it out for me." You glare at the wall, making Rick chuckle. "Need me to go knock some sense into the kid?" He asks, squinting his eyes. You pat his chest disapprovingly.

"He's seven." You say laughing. "You'll go to jail and I'd never see you again." You pout.

He snickers, "I have connections and Shane'll cover for me." He begins to frown. "You sayin if I go to jail, ya ain't gonna come visit me?"

"Nope." You put on your best poker face. He gasps in mock-hurt. "You wouldn't!"

"Hey, I can't go around town with the reputation of being married to a child beater! I work at a school, Rick!" You giggle.

He lets out a slight chuckle.

You start to draw circles on his chest with the tip of your fingers and you look up at him grinning.

Your smile falters for a second as you remember your lunch date you had with Lori, as she had some exciting news to share with you.

"Did Shane tell you?" You asked, biting the inside of your lip. His grin falls from his lips as he looks down at you. His hand stops running through your hair. "Yeah." He croaks out in a whisper, his accent thicker than usual.

You nod your head and lick your lips nervously. "What do you think of it? You know, the whole kids thing. Like do you want kids?" You rush out, worried for his answer.

He thinks for a moment before kissing your forehead. He gives you a tight lip smile. "Let's talk about this when you're feeling a little better, okay?"

You put on your best fake smile before nodding your head. "Yeah, okay..." You whisper. He continues to comb through your hair. He stops abruptly before flipping you on your side and draping his arm over your waist, tucking your back into his chest. He nuzzles his head into your hair, as he begins to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You ask, doing your best to look at him out of the corner of your eye. He begins to fully belly laugh, shaking the bed and he lays his head on your shoulder. "Fucking Billy." He manages to get out.

You giggle and lightly slap his arm. "You're a fucking asshole."

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"You want to know the fucking nerve of that woman?" Dylan barks out as he slams the door behind him. You look up at him with wide eyes from your spot on the couch. "I actually think she's quite nice." You purse your lips and return your attention back to your book.

Dylan lets out a dry chuckle, as he crosses his arms, staring daggers at you. "You wanna know what goddamn job she gave me?" He seethes.

You roll your eyes as you flick to the next page, letting out a sigh as you nod your head. "Can't be that bad."

You can see him biting the inside of his cheek, trying to hold back his anger. You try to suppress a smile as his actions have started to become amusing to you. "She wants me to be a fucking runner with those idiots!"

You cover your mouth as you finally fully look up at him, hiding your grin. "They don't got a god damn clue what they're doing out there! They're probably gonna get me killed!" He says harshly, throwing his hands about.

"Dyl," You sigh. "If they've survived this long without you, I'd say they're doing alright."

"They're still fucking idiots!" He grimaces as he sits down next to you. "You know you could have declined? Asked for a different job?" You start to show your teasing smile. His head snaps in your direction. "I-I didn't know we could do that." He says with wide eyes.

"She probably thought you'd be good for them, you know?" You nudge him slightly. "Show them the things they've been missing this entire time, and the right way to go about it."

He leans his head onto the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling as he lets out a puff of air. "Doesn't mean I fucking like it." He rolls his head in your direction. "When they kill me," He begins before you cut him off. "When?" He nods his head as he deadpans before continuing. "When they kill me, I want you to avenge my death."

You let out a giggle. "You want a pregnant woman to go on a killing spree if you die?"

He vigorously nods his head, and you smack his arm. "They ain't gonna kill you, you on the other hand..." You trail off. He glares at you, "You think I'm gonna be the one to kill them?"

You think for a moment before shaking your head yes. "Yeah, I can see ya shooting one in the leg if he pisses you off."

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[daryandricky]

SWEAR

Chapter 7 OASIS

Summary: Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe.

Summary of chapter: Reader and Dylan meet some new people.

Warnings: Swearing, torture, sa, pregnancy, basic walking dead shit.

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO GET OUT OF TIKTOK JAIL? I'm in my flop era and it's pissing me off.

Rick's POV

"No way in hell, Rick!" Shane yells in frustration.

"What would you do if Lori was missing? Hmm? What about Carl?" I say through gritted teeth.

"That's different." He says shaking his head.

"How is this any different, Shane? Thats my family - my family - out there and you just want to shrug it off?" I ask cocking my head to the side as I watch him.

"Because Lori and Carl are alive Rick! They're here! She's not, and I'm sorry man but no way in hell am I making this group leave the place. It's safe Rick. Carl can grow up here!" He says trying to get his point across.

I stare at him through clouded eyes and purse my lips. "Nothing lasts forever, Shane. Believe it or not, it's only a matter of time before we lose this farm too." I spit out before turning away from him.

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You're tucked into the corner of the dark basement in the mom-and-pop grocery store. Your legs are crossed under you, and you watch the two men who are silently arguing on the other side. The third one stands above you with his arms crossed, looking down at you with an odd expression. He reminds you of a teenage Rick, from the pictures you have seen. He has the same curly hair that desperately needs a haircut, and the same piercing blue eyes.

"We should just fucking kill her!" You hear one whisper loudly. The taller one glares at him before cocking his head in your direction, telling the, let's be honest, ugly man to tone it down a bit. They go back to arguing and the third one sighs before squatting down to get on your level. "I'm Arthur, but everyone calls me Artie." He says as he sticks out his hand.

You eye it, biting the inside of your cheek before turning away. He breathes in a sharp breath, "That's Aidan and James." He says looking over his shoulder at them bickering. "Look I'm gonna make sure that they don't do anything to ya, alright?"

You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, glaring at him. He looks down and shakes his head as he rubs his fingers over his mouth. "Look, we got a community about 3 hours north of here. It's safe. Hell of a lot safer if you're wanting to keep that baby." He says as he nods his head towards your stomach. "Look we can take you there and if you don't-"

"Don't fucking tell her anything!" The man, you assume as James, roars at the man. Arthur rolls his eyes as he stands up, shielding you from the other two. "She's fucking pregnant, she ain't gonna do shit!"

"She could be fucking faking it for sympathy! So people like us would be stupid enough to take her with them!" Arthur's hands begin to flex before starting to form fists.

"Oh, I get it now." James says laughing mockingly. "You want to play family with her, don't you? Couldn't even wait a goddamn month to jump another woman's bones?"

"You motherfuck-" He begins before Aidan jumps in-between them, pressing his hands on both of their chests to separate them.

"Guys!" He yells angrily. "How about we hear the girl out alright? And James..." He says warningly, glaring at him.

James scoffs before putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Do whatever the fuck you want man. You're the boss." He says with a temper before returning to the other side of the room and lighting a cigarette.

"Dude!" Aidan gawks, waving his arms frantically towards you. "Have some class you douche bag!"

James licks his teeth before throwing the cigarette to the ground and stomping on it before heading for the stairs. "I'm going to the car." He says as he scowls at you over his shoulder.

Once he's gone, Aidan sits down in front of you, while Arthur paces the room, obviously still upset over what James said. "I'm sorry about him. A guy at our community found him and said he would make a great fit." He says eyeing your unexpressive face. "Clearly not." He whispers as he looks down at his hands.

"I'm sorry, I haven't formally introduced myself, I'm Aidan." He says, pointing to himself before pointing at Arthur. "And that's Artie but I'm guessing you two already talked." The mention of his name stops him in his tracks, and he walks back over to you, leaning against the wall but he doesn't sit.

You nod your head. "Y/n." You say simply. "Well y/n it's nice to meet you, I'm sure Artie has already told you a little bit about our community, but I think there's some things you should know." He starts, but you cut him off. "Do you have a doctor?" You ask whispering, with hopeful eyes.

Aidan and Artie look surprised at your sudden will to speak. "Yeah," Aidan nods his head. "But probably not the type of doctor you need." He sighs as he eyes your bump.

You shake your head. "No. No, not for me. My brother. We-we," You begin to stutter out. "some guys found us. Beat him up. He's hurt real bad." You say with anticipation, hoping these men will be able to help you.

"How bad is it?" Artie asks as he crosses his arms, looking down at you. "A few broken ribs, at least and he won't admit it but, but I think he has some really bad bruising on his abdomen." You say tearfully.

Aidan hops up, sticking his hand out for you. "Well where is he?" He says smiling. You let out a relieved sigh. "We're camped out in the woods, was about a two hour walk for me to get here."

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"Dylan?" You call out. You told Arthur and Aidan to stay back until you told your brother the news. He stands up on shaky legs, looking at you with a worried expression before his eyes darken as he sees the cut on your forehead. "I fucking told you I should have gone with you!" He seethes.

You shake your head and smile at him giddily. "No I'm fine, I promise. Just a little scratch."

"What the fuck you so happy about?" He says scrunching up his face.

"Promise you won't be mad." You say nervously as you fidget with your hands.

"Y/n." He says with caution, noticing the way you're practically jumping out of your skin. He lets out a frustrated sigh. "What the fuck did you do?" He says, already knowing he's not going to like the answer.

She gives him a tight lip smile and starts to pack clothes and photos back into her bag. "I found some people." She whispers, avoiding his threatening gaze.

"The fuck you just say?" He asks as the anger begins to physically boil out of him.

"Well, they found me."

He lets out a dry chuckle, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Are they fucking here right now?"

"Mmhmm" you hum meekly as you begin to gather his things. His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you to look up at him. He's fuming. Anyone with an older brother knows what a scary sight that is. "Why. The. Fuck. Would you do that?" He says with wide eyes, and eyebrows nearly reaching his hairline.

You let out a pathetic, scared laugh. "Yeah, so um," you pause, licking your dry lips. "They have a community, a doctor."

"No. Fuck no." Dylan says shaking his head as he begins to tread around the camp. "How the fuck are we supposed to trust them?" He asks.

"We can't. At least not until we get there. Dylan, they have a fucking doctor. They said there's walls and, and that it'd be safe for the baby." You whisper the last part. Dylan lets out a shaky breath at hearing the final word.

"Ok." He whispers. "But if this place isn't what they fucking said it would be, we are fucking leave. No matter the cost. Okay?"

You nod your head eagerly.

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Everyone, and you mean everyone is staring at you. They're all so clean and put together. Innocent. Like they've never been outside the walls before. You suddenly feel out of place, like you shouldn't be there. You hide behind your brother's arm, trying to get away from the crowd's gaze. They look at the two of you in shock, no doubt it's due to your brother's appearance.

Dylan puts his hand in front of you protectively as a small woman with a big smile walks up to you.

"Hi! I'm Deanna! My son Aidan filled me in on your situation and we already have the doctor prepped and ready for you Dylan." She says beaming as she looks up at him. You see Dylan's adams apple bob as he squints at the woman, trying to read her.

"Look, I get it, you don't want to be separated because you don't know us, but I promise you, you guys are safe now." Aidan walks up offering you a small smile. "Aidan'll take you to see Dr. Anderson while I ask y/n some questions."

Dylan shakes his head and licks his lips. "No, she's coming with me," He begins before you interject. "I'll be fine Dyl." You say smiling reassuringly at him. He thinks for a moment before slowly nodding and following Aidan, giving you one last glance before limping away.

You give Deanna a tight lip smile as she waves you to follow her. "So, you need to ask me some questions?" You ask confused.

She smiles as she walks up the steps of her house. "Just a little interview, you know, getting to know you and see where you fit in."

You nod your head and follow her into the house. You look around shocked at the size. She begins to set up a camera and you eye her cautiously before returning your attention to her bookshelf, lightly grazing the spines with your fingertips. "What's with the camera?" You ask as you turn around to face her.

A smile graces her lips as she looks up. "My husband, Reg, likes to look over the footage when he can't make it."

She gestures for you to sit on the couch across from her. You sit and almost melt into the chair. You haven't been this comfortable in a long time.

"So," she smiles, "y/n, where are you from?"

"Georgia." You say quick and simply.

"Ah," she nods her head. "I thought I heard a little accent in there. Why did you come all this way, y/n?" She asks, looking perplexed as she rests her head in her hands, staring at you.

"Dylan was in the army and he was based out here. He thought it would be the safest place for us to go." You say as you pick the dirt out of your nails, suddenly feeling very dirty in such a clean house.

She lets out a sympathetic sigh. "There is no military anymore and the base is overrun. I'd say the safest place for you two would be here."

"Oh." You say as you feel the color drain from you face and you suddenly are very parched. "And it's three." You whisper, looking down.

"Do you have another person out there you were-" You cut her off "No." You say as you rub your swollen belly "just a baby" you look down once again, as your stomach is partially hidden by Rick's hoodie.

"Oh! How exciting! We haven't seen a baby in so long it feels like!" She smiles at you before it quickly disappears as she sees the tears falling from your eyes.

"The father didn't make it, did he?" You shake your head quickly and wipe your eyes with your sleeves, wishing the tears to stop so you wouldn't look so vulnerable.

"Would you like to talk about it?" She asks, always eager to her about people's pasts.

You smile sadly, remembering the last time you saw him, laying in that hospital bed. "My husband, Rick, was in an accident at work and was put into a coma about a month before everything started." You swallow thickly. "The hospital got overrun and he hadn't woken up yet." You finish looking down at your hands.

"What line of work was he in?"

You grin a little as you remember the first time you saw him in his uniform. "He was a sheriff's deputy. I actually have a picture." you say pausing and pointing your finger up as you dig through your bag and pull out a picture before handing it to her. "This was one of the first photos we took with each other."

"He was very handsome, y/n." she says as she hands the picture back, eyes wrinkling as she smiles at you fondly.

"Yeah." You whisper, giving the picture one last look before tucking it back into your bag.

"How far along are you?"

You sigh as you lean back into your chair, trying to do the math. "I'm not sure, probably about 4 months. I don't even know what day it is." You let out a dry chuckle.

"November 15th." Deanna says.

"Oh," You whisper. "Probably leaning more towards 5 months then." You say with wide eyes, shocked by how much time has passed.

Deanna nods for a moment before clapping her hands together. "Well, before we get you settled into a home, I need to ask you one more question."

"Yeah?"

"What was your profession?"

You look at her puzzled. "Does it really matter?" Deanna smiles. "I think it's very important."

"I was a teacher."

She lets out a relieved sigh. "Thank god, we have this one gal teaching the kiddos but I don't think she has a clue to what she's doing." She cringes. "Would you be willing to help her?"

You pause for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, if my brother is okay with staying here."

"Great!" She says excitedly.

"Now come with me and I'll show you your house you'll be staying in."

You follow her through the neighborhood, continuing to have small talk, before she abruptly stops in front of a ginormous home, with Dylan already sitting on the steps. Your jaw drops at the sheer size of it. "It's all ours?" You ask, not believing her generosity.

"Yes, now I'm going to let you guys settle in, and Dylan," She says eyeing your brother. "We'll have to do our interview tomorrow; I have some things I need to attend to." Dylan nods his head before standing to meet you at your side. You give a small wave to Deanna before turning back to the house and giggling.

Dylan looks at you out of the corner of his eyes before chuckling. You press your hands to your cheeks and turn to your brother with wide, happy eyes. Your arms come down to cross in front of your chest. You start to walk up the stairs, tracing the railing. "Rick and I used to drive through neighborhoods like these. We hoped one day we would be able to afford something similar to this." You say turning to look back at your brother, smiling sadly.

He would never admit it, but he knew this place was good the second he stepped inside, knew it would be a good place to raise a child, to keep you and the baby safe.

He smiles at you before doing his best to hobble up the steps, following you inside to explore.

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Chapter 6 AUDACITY

Summary: Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe.

Summary of chapter: Shane tells Rick some news. Reader finds a store with supplies.

Warnings: Swearing, torture, sa, pregnancy, basic walking dead shit.

I had some serious writers block with this one.

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Rick's POV

He's beautiful. He stands tall and proud. His breaths are even and thunderous throughout his chest. His antlers are unique, going in which ever direction they pleased. His gaze is piercing. He's beautiful.

All three of us watch the deer in starstruck. We feel at piece as we watch another being who isn't trying to tear into our bodies and devour us. I don't think Carl's ever seen a deer in real life. Neither his father nor me were big on the hunting game, so this was a rare thing for all of us to witness. A gunshot rings through the air, cutting the serene moment with a sharp knife. My ears ring for a moment, leaving me disoriented as I watch Carl's young body fall to the ground.

Shane puts pressure on his son's wound, not giving the shooter a chance to explain himself before rightfully demanding help from the man. The man, Otis, sends him to his farm, saying a doctor lives there. That was all Shane needed to hear before he was off, running as Carl's life depended on it. I stayed back with Otis, making him walk with me.

I'm met with Shane sitting on the steps, hands and face covered in his son's blood. I tear my shirt and start to wipe his face the best I can. I don't want him to see himself like this. I'm sure I know how he feels, the same feeling I got when I walked out of that hospital, that same feeling when I found my house empty of life, my wife and unborn child gone. I don't say anything, knowing it might make the situation worse, like when Shane would talk with me it would lead to disagreements and arguments. So, I stay silent, wiping the gore from my friend's face, trying to stay strong myself.

"They kicked me out." He says, whispering. "Yeah, was probably too crowded in there."

His eyes grow wide as he looks at his bloody hands. "I need to tell Lori." He stutters out before sighing frustratedly. "She's gonna be so pissed man."

"This wasn't your fault Shane, there was no way we could have prevented this from happening." He scrunches up his face and shakes his head. "Nah, we never should have gotten that close to it." Shane stands up abruptly. "I need to get Lori."

I place my hand on his chest, stopping him. "No Shane you need to stay here with Carl, I'll go. Okay?"

"I can go find her." I hear an unfamiliar voice say. I look up to see the farmer's daughter, leaning against the door frame. "You don't even know where they are and it's dangerous out there."

"I'm a big girl." She says as she pushes herself off of the door frame. "And I know this land like the back of my hand, give me a direction and I'll find them."

"Are you sure, I mean I could go with you?" I ask not knowing if I can trust her. She cocks her head in Shane's direction before speaking, "He needs you here."

I nod my head a little hesitant. "They're about 10 miles east of mile marker 58."

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That was yesterday and now, Shane and I are sitting on the porch swing, not saying much. It's peaceful to just listen to the birds chirping and the occasional squeak of the swing. Shane takes a deep breath, seeming anxious. "Carl's gonna be fine man. He's strong like his dad." I say smiling, nudging his shoulder, trying to reassure him.

"That's not what this is about." He whispers as he plays with his wedding band. My smile falters as I look at him, trying to read his expression. "Did you and Lori have a fight?" I ask, not really sure what's going on.

He looks up at me with uneasy eyes. "Y-Ya can't get mad at me man. Promise me you won't get mad." I watch him with uncertainty before nodding my head. "Shane what's going on?"

He rushes out a "Lori and I think she might be pregnant." In a whisper. My eyebrows furrow, "I didn't catch any of that man." Shane lets out a huff before repeating himself clearly. "Lori and I think she might be pregnant."

The air feels like it was knocked out of my lungs, my heart is heavy, and my mouth is suddenly dry as I watch Shane, trying to figure out if this is just some cruel joke. "Are you serious?" I ask shocked.

He runs his hands through his hair avoiding my gaze before letting out a soft "Yeah." I stand up from the swing and lean against the railing of the porch. I look out to the field, speechless. "Rick, man, you gotta say something." Shane says as he gets up and stands at my side. "Don't got nothin to say." I purse my lips and look at my hands.

Shane throws his head back in frustration. "That's not fair man. It's not like we planned for this to happen, it just did. It was supposed to be a one and done deal with Carl. I would never want to have a baby in this!" He spits out angrily. I nod my head and let out a shaky breath. Shane's face contorts to regret. "I-I didn't mean it like that Rick."

"Yeah, well you said it." I say bitterly before making my way down the steps, ignoring his pleas.

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"Score!" You say as you walk past a shelf that still has a few cans of vegetables. You greedily stuff them into your bag and make your way to the medicine aisle. Unsurprisingly, its mostly wiped clean, except for a few spare bandages and a tube of ointment. You sigh in annoyance before swiping them off of the shelf. They'll help a little.

You hear a bang on the other side of the store. Drawing your knife, you quietly follow the noise. You're met with a padlocked door and something continuously bumping against it. You don't want to open it, but there might be some medicine that Dylan could use inside. You look around trying to find something heavy. A piece of wood, previously boarding the windows, lays a few feet away.

You start to hit the padlock and after many, many tries, it breaks open, sending a walker straight into your face. You swing the wood into the side of its head, effectively lodging it inside. Taking a step over its body, you enter the storage room. There's a first aid kit sitting on the top shelf. You excitedly reach for it, but before your fingertips even graze the kit, the floor creaks below you and breaks.

As you fall, your head hits a pipe, knocking you out prior to you hitting the ground.

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Rick was supposed to meet you at this new restaurant a few minutes from your apartment, but he hasn't arrived yet. After waiting for him for about an hour and calling him numerous times, you decided to leave.

Tears brim your eyes as you angrily slam the car door. You thought things were going well with Rick, as you have now been dating for almost a year and a half. But he had been acting, well, weird these last few weeks. His responses were short and quick, he wasn't as affectionate as he used to be and worst of all, it seemed like he was avoiding you like you were the god damn plague. You just chalked it up to him being busy with work, but deep down you felt like it was something else.

Your hands grip the steering wheel tight as you drive home. You didn't want to believe your thoughts. There's no way he would. He'd never cheat. Would he? The thought fills your stomach with nerves and gives you a headache. Your phone starts to vibrate, and you fish it out of your purse and see Rick's name. You take a deep breath trying to steady and compose yourself before answering.

"Hey." You whisper into the phone.

"Baby, I'm so sorry there was a drug bust 30 minutes before my shift was supposed to end and they made me process the guy and you know how long that can take." He rushes out, eager to explain himself.

"It's okay Rick." You say rolling your eyes, you haven't really believed anything that came out of the man's mouth lately.

"No y/n, it's not." He pauses, "I'll make it up to you ok. I'll come over to your place and we can make dinner together and watch one of your romcoms." He tries.

"Yeah, sounds good." You say unexcitedly, not really in the mood to see his face. But you know this will be a good opportunity to bring up the things that has been bothering you.

"Okay, I'll see ya in about 25, okay?"

"Okay." You hang up the phone. You look around and realize you have arrived at your apartment. The call must have made you zone out. The thought makes you cringe as you think of what could have happened by you not paying attention.

You unlock the door to your apartment and shed off your jacket and shoes before plopping on the couch.

Before you know it, Rick is knocking on the door. You open it with a frown covering your lips and Rick's expression quickly changes from excitement to sorrow. You turn around not saying anything to him and sit back down on the couch, crossing your arms. Rick watches you confused before following you and sits down as well.

"Baby?"

You stare straight ahead, not sure how to start this conversation. "Baby, I said I was sorry, there was nothing I could have done. You know we aren't allowed to keep our phones with us while were on shift and how-" You cut him off, whispering "Are you cheating on me?" You ask, sitting rigid.

Rick gasps and thinks he misheard you. "Y/n I would never, ever cheat on you or do anything to mistreat you." He says grabbing your hand as you avoid looking at him. You're already crying, and tears are starting to form in his eyes. "Why would you ever think such a thing?"

You whip your head in his direction, giving him a 'are you fucking kidding me?' look. "Jeez Rick, I don't know, maybe it's because you've been constantly avoiding me, you've been "working" really long hours, you barely touch me let alone kiss me and you won't fucking talk to me!" You finish angrily.

He bites his cheek and shakes his head. "Like I fucking told you a million times, we're short on staff so I need to work those extra hours every god damn day." He says annoyed.

"No, you aren't."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, y/n?" He asks frustrated.

You pick at your nails while you speak, "I called Lori, she said Shane's been home at his usual time every day." You whisper.

"Well, she's fucking lying." Rick yells out as he stands and starts to pace. You give him a begging look. "Please just tell me the truth, Rick."

He stops with his back to you and runs his hands through his hair. "I can't tell you." He says looking down at his feet.

"Then I can't do this anymore." His head snaps over his shoulder in your direction, looking at you with wide eyes. "I-I can't be in a relationship that is filled with lies and deceit. I can't fucking do it Rick."

"Thats not what this is!" He says pointing his finger at you.

"Then what the fuck is this, Rick? You're acting like everything is fine and nifty when really, we need to get our heads out of our fucking assess and figure out what the fuck is wrong with our relationship!"

He places his hands on his hips. "I was planning my proposal."

You look at him shocked. "Sorry?" You ask gulping. He sighs and digs a box out of his pocket before coming to sit at your side. He opens it and shows you the ring. "I went ring shopping today, was the last thing I needed to do before proposing to you on Saturday." Tears prickle your eyes as you delicately pick up the ring. "It was supposed to be fast, I already picked it out online a few days ago but something was wrong with my account and the bank froze it. By the time I tried to call them to fix it, they were already closed. Had to borrow the money from Shane." He says sheepishly.

You look up at him frowning, with tears streaking down your face. "I'm sorry I ruined it." You say as you place the ring back in the box. "You can still do it on Saturday if you want." You say meekly. Rick chuckles and scoops you into his arms, placing you on his lap. Your knees are on either side of his hips as you look down at him, weaving your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Oh, I'm still planning on doing it, took me nearly three weeks to plan it out." He says as he rubs his hands up and down your back.

You sigh and lay your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I never should have accused or blamed you for anything."

He cups your cheek and looks down at you. "I'm sorry for making you think I would ever cheat or do anything to jeopardize our relationship. Y/n I promised when we started dating that I was never going to hurt you and I plan to stick to that." You nod your head and kiss his jaw before sitting up.

"I know you would never do that, but, I mean c'mon baby you were acting so suspicious and weird." You whine. He laughs and cups your cheeks, staring into your eyes. "Do you know how hard it is to keep a secret from you? I don't know how but you know anything about everything. I knew if I was around you for longer than an hour you would have chiseled away on me like you were fucking DaVinci or some shit, and you just fucking did." You let out a giggle as you stare down at him. Rick brings your face down to his, placing kiss on your lips. You pull away and grin at him. "You gonna tell me this plan of yours?"

He chortles at your question. "Not a chance in hell."

You click you tongue and shake your head. "Yeah, didn't think so."

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You hear whispering above you, but your eyelids are too heavy to open. It seems far away, like they're conversing on the other side of the room.

"We can't just fucking leave her!"

"Why not?"

"She's hurt and fucking pregnant James!"

"Well, we don't know when or if she's gonna wake up."

You see a light shine above you through your eyelids, making your face scrunch up in discomfort.

"Shh! Guys she's waking up."

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Chapter 5 OBTAIN

Summary: Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe.

Summary of chapter: Rick's camp is infested with walkers, pushing the group out to the highway. Reader argues with Dylan.

Warnings: Swearing, torture, sa, pregnancy, basic walking dead shit.

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Rick's POV

Shane and I are walking behind our group on the highway. He's telling me a story from high school that I've heard a million times, hell I was there. I nod my head like I'm listening, throwing in a smile here and there, but my mind is elsewhere. After losing the camp and finding the CDC, I can't stop thinking about what Dr. Jenner told me. "No matter how you die, bitten or not, you will turn into one of them."

How did this virus get inside everyone? Was it in our food? Did they put it in the air somehow? Shane laughs as I assume he got to a funny part in his story, I let out a fake chuckle. Shane's smile drops, catching me.

"Dude." Shane says, looking at me annoyed. I glance over at him, acting surprised by his sudden change in demeanor. "Are you even listening to me man?" I nod my head meekly.

"Really?" Shane asks looking at me with a small smile playing on his lips. "What was I just telling you about then?"

"Uh, how you stole the principal's car." I say a little unsure. Shane shakes his head and makes a buzzer sound. "Wrong. I was telling you how I convinced my parents to let me stay at their cabin by "myself" for a weekend."

"Ah." I say nodding my head, not saying anything else. "You alright man?" Shane asks as he looks at me worriedly.

"Yeah, my mind is just somewhere else. I'm sorry, I'm listening now."

"You're thinking about them, aren't you?" Shane says sighing.

"How the hell am I not supposed to? Shane, it's the goddamn apocalypse and my wife could be dead for all I know." Shane scoffs and I glare at him.

"You really have no faith in them, do you? You think so little of them when the fact is, Dylan could do a hell of a better job at protecting y/n than you ever could." His words feel like a jab to my stomach, I look at him seething. "Shane, you know I have to believe that they are somewhere safe, but what if they aren't? It's a fucking shitty, scary world out here and I can't do a flying fuck to protect her. To protect the baby." I say, red-faced as I look at Shane. "You have your fucking family, and I might never see mine again, so please just fucking stop drilling into me about being worried about them." I whisper, afraid if I were to speak any louder, I would break.

I don't wait for a response and pick up my pace, trying to distance myself from him. Shane yells out "Rick, wait you know that's" his words seem far away, and my vision goes in and out as I take in the sight in front of me. My ears are ringing, and my head feels like its spinning. My vision is zoned in on the Dahlia flower that resides on the back windshield. My hands shake as I walk closer, tracing the sticker.

"Shit, man." I hear Shane say behind me. I see his reflection in the glass, his hands are clasped behind his neck, his face expressing shock. I walk around to the right side of the car. Blood is smeared on the doors, on the passenger side window. I feel a hand grip my arm, stopping me from walking any further. "Rick, let me look first, you know." Shane says not wanting to finish his sentence. I know what he's implying, but I have to see for myself. I yank my arm away from his grip and shake my head. "No." I whisper.

As I walk closer to the passenger window, I see no one inside, and I let out a sigh of relief. I open the door, looking around for anything that might indicate where they are, but I come up empty handed. Shane opens the trunk and sighs. "No bags man. Either they left or someone already ransacked the cars." I nod my head and let out a shaky breath. I give the car one last look, making sure I haven't missed anything, when I see her locket.

It's gold and heart shaped, hanging from the rearview mirror. I carefully unclasp it before opening the locket. Inside is a picture cut in half, from our wedding day. We're both wearing shit eating grins with cake smeared across our faces. Tears brim my eyes, but I shove them back down. I wrap the locket around my wrist, into a makeshift bracelet.

I close the door and continue walking, Shane jogging to catch up with me. "Hey that's good right? They weren't in there, so they possibly made it out." He says excitedly. All I can manage is a small "Yeah." and a smile before turning away to catch up with the group.

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You're reading a book as you lie on your back on your bed. Rick is tangled in between your legs. His elbow is resting on the mattress, with his hand holding up his head as he traces pictures onto your protruding belly. He sits up slightly and grins as he stares at your growing bump.

"What about RJ?" He asks, smirking at you. You scrunch your face up in disapproval. "What does it stand for?"

"Rick Jr." He says in a earnest tone. You try to hide your look of displeasure as you take in his suggestion, closing the book and placing it on the nightstand. You eye his expression, trying to see if he's being serious. You sigh as you are met with hopeful eyes and a sly grin.

"Richard," you begin teasingly, knowing how much he hates his full name, "no way in hell are we naming our child Rick Jr." You say giggling a little.

"Awe, c'mon baby, it's a great name! And he'd be named after a super cool and super-hot guy." He says wiggling his eyebrows as he points his thumbs towards him. You belly laugh as he continues to come up with ideas, trying to convince you that RJ is a good name.

"Baby, the name means powerful and strong. Fucking means leader." He says staring off as he waves his hand at the last sentence. You shake your head, grinning.

"C'mon it's a family name!" He tries, causing you to roll your eyes as no one besides him possesses the name Rick.

"You're vetoing that one, aren't ya?" He asks pursing his lips in defeat. You giggle as you cup his cheek and smile at the man's dedication. You had to give it to him, he really did try. "Rick as much as I love you and your name, I don't really feel like setting our kid up to be bullied at school."

"I was never bullied." He says pouting.

"Well, Rick was a more common name when you went to school. Have you met a kid recently named Richard? Or Steve? What about Franklin?" You ask, jokingly. Rick squints his eyes, trying to hide his amusement. "My name is top tier compared to those other ones." As he clicks his tongue before sighing. He shimmies his way up the bed, meeting you at your height. "I knew that one wasn't going to fly."

"Oh, you had other ones?" You ask, cringing. Rick scowls as he watches your face. "Baby, my name ideas can't possibly be that bad."

You laugh uncontrollably, and in between breaths you say, "Rick, you wanted to name our daughter Georgia. We live in fucking Georgia."

He hides his smirk and says, "Hey! It's a great name." Before whispering, "If you don't live there." He crosses his arms over his chest before looking at you and smiling. "We'll come up with something."

"You mean I'll come up with something." You say shaking your head at him. "Same thing." You give him another eyeroll.

"I love you baby." He says, looking directly into your eyes. His sudden turn of emotion wrenches your heart as he gazes at you lovingly. You tuck some of his outgrown hair behind his ear. Weird you think, it wasn't this long a few minutes ago. You brush it off, maybe you just haven't been paying enough attention to the man.

"I love you too." You say, confused. He grins at you, "I was talking to the actual baby." You snort and lightly smack his arm. "You're an asshat." You say giggling.

Suddenly the door is thrown open, and the two of you are met with a furious two-year-old, scowling. "Daddy!"

"Baby Girl!" Rick says nervously. She was always a little shit when she woke up from her nap. "Juice!"

"Go get your own juice." Rick says with wide eyes, shielding his body with yours. "No!"

"Will you just go get her some fucking juice before she rips our heads off!" You half-whisper, half-yell. "She's an ankle biter y/n." Rick looks at you fearfully, causing you to giggle. "Daddy!" She yells again, her face becoming redder by the second. "Ok, ok! Daddy will go get you some juice." He says as he climbs out of the bed, making sure to sidestep around his daughter, putting his hands between the two of them. Your daughter smiles, and happily walks towards the bed, doing grabby hands, asking you to lift her.

She climbs on top of you, placing her ear on your stomach before jabbing her finger into your side. "Baby?" She asks with wide eyes. "Yes." You hiss out as you pry her finger off of you.

Rick returns carrying a sippy cup and scowls playfully at your daughter. "You know, she's getting more and more entitled every day."

"Yeah," you sigh, directing your attention back to Rick as he hands the cup to the toddler. Your breath catches in your throat as you are met with the sight of Rick's white shirt, drenched in blood on the left side. Neither him nor your daughter seem to notice. "Rick!" You gasp, eyes wide. Rick looks at you worried, speeding to your side. "You alright baby?" He asks anxiously. You lift up his shirt and see nothing, and as his shirt falls back down, it is no longer covered in blood.

"Were ya itching to see my stomach? You know if you really wanted to see it that bad, we should have done this before she woke up." He says cocking his head in the direction of your daughter. You slowly shake your head, looking at him perplexed, as his once clean-shaven cheeks, now have grown a full beard.

"Baby?" Rick asks distressed. "You okay?'

"Yeah mom, you okay?" You hear two unfamiliar voices say, your head snapping in their direction. You're met with two teenagers, watching you with scared wide eyes. You start coughing, feeling like you can't breathe as the room fills with smoke and Rick disappears.

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You frantically sit up, looking for your husband, your daughter, only to find a small fire keeping you warm and your brother smoking a cigarette. You choke back the tears as you are brought back to reality, no longer in the loving arms of your husband. It feels like he was ripped away from you again, like he died again. You silently curse at your brain, irritated from its tricks and awful mind games. You run your hands through your hair, pulling it off of the nape of your neck, suddenly feeling very hot. The sun has barely risen, casting a light glow around the camp. You two finally made it to Virginia, but you haven't gone very far.

You turn your attention to Dylan, hoping he didn't notice your distress. He seems out of it as he puffs away, staring off into the distance with cold eyes, wincing every time he exhales.

"Dyl?" You ask, scrunching your face, almost like you could feel his pain. He wasn't healing as fast as you thought he would. He could barely move his head without grimacing in pain, and it's been over a week since the incident, effectively slowing down your travels.

He looks at his hands, twirling the cigarette between his fingers. "Hmm?" He asks avoiding your watchful eyes.

"Did you sleep at all?" You ask worriedly. He slowly nods his head, but his face tells you the truth. "Dylan, please don't lie to me." He shakes his head, telling you no, as tears brim his eyes, and he turns away from you.

"Dylan." You sigh as you stand, making your way towards him. You sit at his side, carefully grabbing his free hand and holding it.

"It hurts, y/n." He whispers as he flicks the cigarette away, not wanting to expose you or the baby to anymore chemicals. You lean against the tree and sigh. "I know Dylan, if you would just let me find a town and-and get you some medicine, and food, we'd be able to get to the base sooner." His hand twitches and he glares at you, "No."

"Dyl," you say, lip wobbling as you try to hold in your own tears. Damn pregnancy hormones. "I can't bear to watch you be in this much pain anymore. Please."

"No." Dylan says slightly shaking his head, as his face contorts in pain. "It's too dangerous. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

"Well, obviously I can take care of myself." You spit at him before standing up. "Dylan we need food and medicine. We're not going to survive much longer if I don't try."

"I'm coming with you." He insists, attempting to stand up himself, as he recoils in pain.

"The fuck you are." You say seething, as you start to empty your bag, making room for supplies before grabbing your knife. "Stay. Here." You say pointing your finger at him, glaring. You start your journey towards the road, enjoying the quiet scenery.

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Chapter 4 CHERRY

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe.

Summary of chapter: Rick finds Shane. Reader cares for Dylan.

Warnings: Swearing, torture, sa, pregnancy, basic walking dead shit.

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Ricks POV

I don't know how but I found him. I found Shane. And Lori and Carl. Morgan, the father of the son who could've played in major league baseball after his hit to my head, told me of a safe zone located in Atlanta. Told me that was where almost everyone went, and he placed his bet that my wife and unborn child would be there too. He wasn't sure if it was still running, if people survived, but I had to find out. I needed to know that y/n/n was okay. That our child was okay. So, after stocking Morgan and his son up with guns from the station, I left. It sure as hell wasn't what I thought it was going to be.

They were everywhere, the infected people, or like Morgan liked to call them, walkers. I thought I was a dead man, but Glenn, a young man who helped me escape many, many near death experiences in the heart of Atlanta, let me stay with his group and brought me to their camp. At least until I found out where to go next, what to do next. And that is where I found them. Half of my family.

I sigh as I rest my head against the back of the chair, exhausted and worried. What if she was there? There's no way she could have survived that. What if she's somewhere else? Wh-what if she turned into a walker, and she's stumbling around with our dead child still inside her? The thought alone makes a lump form in my throat and my eyes begin to burn. I take a deep breath as I exit the truck, not really in the mood to meet more people today.

"Uncle Rick? Uncle Rick!" I hear a child yell. I look up and am met with the sight of my best friend's son, Carl running towards me.

"Oh my god." I whisper as I envelope him in a hug. The world feels like its spinning, too fast for me to keep up, until suddenly, I'm filled with hope. I smile tearfully into Carl's hair, and look around, trying to find his parents, y/n.

"Shane!" I say as I watch him and Lori appear from the trees, looking distressed over their son's commotion just seconds ago. Shane looks at me with wide eyes, looking over my body, my face. He slowly walks towards me watching me with invasive eyes. Swiftly, he smiles. Bigger than I have ever seen, all teeth and gums. He grabs my arm, yanking me into his chest, holding me tight. He's never been so affectionate and emotional around me, yet here I am in the same state as him, overjoyed. He pulls away, gripping my shoulders and looking over my face once again with tearful eyes.

"I thought we lost you man, thought you were dead." He's says whispering the last part. I shake my head, lost for words, before looking around the group, looking for someone in particular.

"Is she here? Is y/n here?" I ask looking at Shane hopeful. Have I finally found her? Is she safe? Is our baby safe? Shane looks down at his feet, avoiding my gaze. The lump reappears in my throat, my heart drops to my stomach.

"No," Shane starts, nervously biting on the skin of his lip. I cut him off, "Is she down at the reservoir? I saw it on the way up here. O-or" I say trying to find some way to convince myself that she is secure and out of harm's way. "is she in one of those tents?" I ask as I wave my hand around, every second as I wait for an answer, I get more and more distressed.

"No," Shane says again, letting out a shaky breath. I cut him off again, "What the fuck do you mean "no" Shane? Did you fucking just leave her to fend for herself? Has she been out there alone this whole entire god damn time?" I asked, spitting in anger. Shane looks at me annoyed, and then at the people around us. "How about we take it down a fucking notch, yeah? And go somewhere a little more private to discuss this? I would rather talk about this shit not in front of my child Rick." Shane says, glaring at me. I stare at him for a few seconds, writhing in my own skin, before nodding my head in agreement.

Shane leads me down to the reservoir, a pretty body of water that only for a split second, made me forget about everything. Shane stands beside me, hands in his pockets, as he kicks pebbles near his feet. He looks up at the water, squinting from the bright sun, rubbing a hand over his mouth, not really sure where to start.

"Dylan came to see you." He says, staring in my direction. I glance at him before quickly redirecting my gaze to anywhere but him. "Came to help y/n, be there for her." He watches me, not getting a reaction, he sighs before running his hands through his hair.

"It happened too fast man, faster than I could've imagined." He says staring at me, as I continue to examine the water, too many emotions to feel anything. "The day everything went to shit, they sent out a warning, telling people to stay home, stay safe." He says through an unsteady voice. "Before we knew it those fucking things were everywhere."

"Walkers." I whispered. Shane looks at me confused, before nodding. "Took less than 3 hours for most people to get infected. I came to the hospital, to make sure that they were protecting you, that you were safe. I was too late. Everywhere and everyone was in fucking distress. Screaming, crying, bleeding. I had to get my family to safety man!" He says, hoping that I would understand. I did, but he had his family, and I did not, so, I could only slowly nod my head. Shane sighs. "I pushed a gurney against your door. I-I wasn't, I didn't know what to do Rick. I called y/n, but the phone lines got jammed and we got disconnected. I tried calling her again, but the god damn phone wouldn't put me through to her." I look down at my feet, scrunching my face up, trying to stop the tears from falling. "After I made sure Lori and Carl were safe, we drove to your house. But they were already gone Rick."

I nod my head slowly and look up to meet Shane's stare. "Did you know she was pregnant?" Shane looks at me confused before nodding his head. "Yeah, she told me a couple days after you were shot, she was going to tell you when you came home. Did she leave you a note or something?" He asks, looking stumped on how I found out.

I rest my hands on my hips, looking out at the water. "She left a present on our dresser, had these in it." I say as I fish out the onesie and pregnancy test out of my front pocket, handing them to Shane. He lets out an airy laugh as he reads the onesie, looking at me with a small smile. "She always has a way to make light of any situation."

"Had."

"C'mon man, you don't know that."

I feel my face heat up in anger and point my finger at him. "Yeah, well you don't know that either!" Shane tilts his head back in annoyance and glares at me. "She's with Dylan for Christ's sake. If anyone would be able to protect her it would be him. And don't fucking shake your head at me like you know that's not true." He finishes, now pointing his finger at me.

"She could be dead, Shane! She could be halfway across the fucking country and no one would have a god damn clue about where she is! She-she could have turned into one of those." I say muttering the last few words. Shane grips his hands on my shoulders once again, forcing us face to face. "Fucking look at me man. Look at me!" My eyes snap up from the ground, looking Shane in the eyes, with a distasteful flavor in my mouth. The man was looking into my soul, for fucks sake. "Ok, good man. Now I'm only going to say this one more time. She is safe. She's with Dylan. He's been in wars and knows tactics. He knows how to protect y/n and the baby." I look away. "Hey man, we’re right here." He says snapping his fingers in front of my face. "We'll find her okay? Find all three of them. I know we will."

My eyes begin to fill with the familiar sensation of burning as I look at Shane, shakily nodding my head.

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You can't get the iron taste out of your mouth, the dried blood off of your hands. Your fingers are gripping the steering wheel tight, the car you got from Sean, from Joe. You're almost out of gas, but you believe you made it far enough away from him, that you'd be able to walk. Well Dylan would be limping, and you'd be dragging his ass with you. You look over at him, his now shaggy hair, after not being cut in military pristine for 3 months, is now matted with blood, dried to his forehead. His breathing is labored as he sleeps, holding his side, no doubt from broken ribs. Eyes are swollen and already forming bruises, a cut near his eyebrow that needs stitching, and his nose, most definitely broken.

You sigh as You read the odometer, you're running on empty. You drive off the side of the road, into some bush, before getting out to better conceal the car from any passersby. You hop back in and lock the door before looking at Dylan once more. The sight leaves tears brimming your eyes. You lean the chair back and stare up at the ceiling of the car, trying to think of anything but the events that just happened only a couple hours prior. Your mind drifts to Rick and you welcome it. You think of the first date you had with him, and it makes you smile fondly at the memory.

"Dammit!" You hiss, as for the fifteenth time today you burned your finger in an attempt to perfectly curl your hair. Hey, you wanted to look good for the man. Your phone buzzes on the counter, and you see it's a message from Rick.

"Be there in 5." You gasp as your eyes move rapidly between the text and the time in the corner of the small screen. "You motherfucker." You say in an attempt to put the blame on anyone else but you, but it was in fact your fault for running late. You were doing your student teaching, when your mentor asked if you could finish grading the rest of the papers, as she had a family emergency she needed to tend to. You stupidly agreed. By the time you were done, it was already 4:30 and school let out at 1:30, as it was a Friday, and this left you with only an hour and a half to drive home and get ready for your date with Rick.

You do the finishing touches on your makeup and fix a hair that managed to escape. You cross your arms as you stare at the dress you were supposed to wear tonight. It was a pretty sage green, bordering black tie. Rick had asked you to dress in your finest clothes for tonight, which made you nervous because you were anything but fancy. You throw on the dress, and look in the mirror, pleasantly surprised with how well it fits, hugging all the right places. You're putting on your earrings when you hear a knock at your door, making your heart fall out of your ass. "One minute!" You yell out. You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, before running your hands over your dress, trying to smooth out any imperfections.

You smile as you open the door, the sight of Rick nearly leaves you drooling. He's dressed in a black suit, his hair is neatly done, and he's wearing a strong cologne. With his hands behind his back, he grins at you.

"Hi!" You grin back.

"Hi, I got you something." He says smiling before the arms that were once behind his back are now showing you the prettiest Dahlias you have ever seen. You gasp as you eye them, waving your hand to silently ask him to come in. "Got to get these into some water." You say cheerfully as you walk to the kitchen. Rick follows closely behind, making sure to notice every detail of your tiny apartment. You open the cupboard to grab a vase, but let out an annoyed sigh as it is on the top shelf. You hear Rick chuckle behind you before pressing his body into yours, reaching above you to grab the glass vase. He steps to the side before handing it to you.

"Thanks." You whisper, your face bright red. Rick looks down at you and smiles. "You look beautiful y/n/n." He says while leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching you fill the vase with water. You place it on the island and make sure the flowers are beautifully displayed before turning to him, blushing hard. "Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself." You say grinning at him. He laughs and smiles.

"You ready?" Rick asks. You nod your head, leading him out the front door.

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." He says smirking at you.

You arrive at a very nice house, music streaming from the big backyard. You look at Rick confused. This is definitely not black tie. Am I too overdressed? You think as you look down at your dress, once again trying to smooth out the nonexistent wrinkles. Rick opens your door, holding a hand out for you to grab. He helps you out and you stand by his side, he still hasn't let your hand go.

"Rick what is this?" You ask, feeling uncomfortable to be at a random person's house.

"C'mon I'll show you." He says tightening his grip on your hand, leading you into the backyard. You gasp, shocked by what you see. Lights are streamed from the trees, leaving a pretty glow, there's a little table sitting on the patio with wine and dishes, a slow song is playing. You think it's absolutely beautiful until you see a table off to the side, holding a bowl of punch, and some snacks. You tilt your head looking at it confused.

Rick notices your confusion and looks down at you. "I remembered you told me that no one ever asked you to prom, so I asked my grandparents if I could borrow their backyard for the night and I brought one to you." He says gesturing to the little get up he put together. You look up at Rick, absolutely shocked by his gesture and generosity. You pull him into a hug and let out a giggle. "Thank you, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." You say pulling away, trying to fan away the tears that are brimming your eyes. "It was no problem." Rick says, scooping you back into his arms, starting to sway the two of you. He leans down to softly speak in your ear. "I was gonna get a disco ball, but the fucking high school wouldn't let me borrow it, I even bribed them." You laugh as you look up at him, grinning.

"What could you have possibly bribed them with?"

He rubs the back of his neck, looking at you sheepishly. "I told them that Shane and I would come and teach d.a.r.e. to the kids."

You laugh as you lean into his chest.

Suddenly your mind is not filled with happy memories, but you are dreaming of the house at the end of the street.

"Too bad he's not here right now." Joe says looking down at you sinisterly. He shoves your bra down below your breast, and twirls his knife between his fingers, looking down at you hungrily. "Now," he says, getting mere inches from your face, "you're going to do everything I say, or," he traces your breasts with the knife, "I'm going to cut this pretty little body up." You shakily nod your head, and he licks your face, causing you to unconsciously recoil. His eyes darken as he looks at you, and he slaps your face. "Now what did I just say you stupid bitch?"

He lightly slices the skin in between your breasts, leaving a long bloody line. It wasn't deep enough to need stitches or cause serious damage, but you probably were going to be left with a light scar. You hiss at the pain, biting your lip to refrain your yelping. Joe kisses your cheek before standing up to unbuckle his pants.

"Joe!" You hear Sean yelling from the living room. Joe looks at you annoyed that he's been interrupted, he comes back and gives you a hard kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth. His slimy mouth and hot breath nearly making you gag. He stands over you and says, "I'll be right back sweetheart, need to go check on something." His face turns sour as he looks at you. "You move an inch and I kill that guy out there. Got it?" You gulp as nod your head, causing Joe to smile and slam the door behind him.

You quickly stand up and throw your tattered shirt back on. His horny ass forgot to check you for weapons. You press your back flush against the wall next to the door, clutching your knife. You hear footsteps making their way back towards the bedroom. You try to control your breathing.

The door swings open, revealing Sean. He looks at the bed confused, about to yell out for Joe, when you press your knife to his throat, and he's pushed into the wall.

"Give me your gun or I slit your throat." You say just below a whisper. He smiles at you, shaking his head cockily. He moves his arm, ready to make a move on you, but your quicker, slicing the knife across his neck, splattering blood all over your face, hands, body. You place your hand over his mouth, silencing his gulps for air and his strangulation from his own blood, quietly following him to the ground. You watch as his wide eyes fall. You grab his gun, poking your head out the door. You silently stand, aiming your gun as you walk into the living room. You're met with the sight of your brother tied to a chair, head hanging as he has no strength to keep it up. Joe's staring at you irate as he eyes your bloodied body and stolen gun.

"Oh so you want to fucking die and kill your baby?" He say's before leaping towards you. You cock the gun and aim it at his head.

"You move an inch and I'll shove this bullet so far up your ass and through your head, tearing every single god damn organ along the way."

"Oh, you're hot when you're feisty." Joe says grinning. You press the barrel into the middle of his forehead, and he puts his hands up in surrender.

"Ok, ok, how about we come to deal, huh?"

"We've already seen where your deals lead too." You say rolling your eyes and pressing the gun further into his head. Joe laughs.

"Didn't like that very much, did you?"

You glare at him. "How about you find my brother and I a fucking car since I can't fucking carry him, and then we'll be on our merry way." You say, mocking him.

"Uh uh sweetheart, not so fast. That leaves me hanging, shouldn't I get something?"

"Hmm? Let me think about it. No."

"How about I get you that car, and you let me keep all the food in this house, along with the weapons." He says eyeing the gun still pressed into his forehead.

"Deal, but we keep our knifes."

"Deal."

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Chapter 3 STIR

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe.

Summary of chapter: Rick wakes up to his entire world flipped upside down, his wife missing, and a present sitting on his dresser. Reader and Dylan run into trouble.

Warnings: Swearing, torture, sa, pregnancy, basic walking dead shit.

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2 months after

Rick's POV

Murmuring. That's all I can hear. Murmuring. I can barely make out what they are saying. I hear my name in hushed whispers. I hear laughing and giggling, music to my ears. I hear humming and I can feel someone running their hands through my hair, cupping my cheek. The tune is familiar, but I can't place it. Everything seems so close, yet so far away. I feel someone squeezing my hand, it feels like home. My eyes flicker open, and I see Shane standing above me, holding flowers, speaking. But I can't hear him. He's moving in a delayed speed, smiling down at me, before looking to my right and grinning at someone. I close my eyes, as they grew heavy, too weighty for me to keep them open. I smile tiredly, as I hear the humming once again. Forcing my eyes open, I begin to speak.

"Shane?" I say as my eyes drift open, confused as he was just in front of me, but he is no longer there. I cough, my throat parched, making it hard for me to speak. I look around the room, disoriented as to why I am laying in a hospital bed, until I feel a sharp pain on the left side of my chest. I look down and see soiled and stained bandages wrapped around, what I can only assume is a gunshot wound. Why haven't these been changed?

"Nurse?" I try before falling into a coughing fit. "Nurse?" I try again.

No response. I turn to my left and see the flowers that Shane was once holding, now dried and dead. I slowly sit up, hissing as my side burns, searing through me. I stand on wobbly legs, grabbing onto my IV for support. I make my way into the bathroom, shocked to see my appearance. I look pale and sickly, my facial hair has grown out, lips cracked from dehydration. I turn on the faucet and try to sooth my sore throat, drinking the water thirstily. I look in the mirror once more, wiping the water from my lips before making my way out of the room.

I open the door, only to be greeted by a bed someone pushed against it. I shove it out of the way, taking more strength from me than it needed. Lights are flickering, leaving me with a headache. The halls are dark, deserted, void of life. With unsteady legs, I make my way to the nurse's station. Blood is smeared on the desk, making a lump form in my throat, as my stomach churns. I reach for the phone, typing in y/n's number, only to be met with dial tone. Frustrated, I slam the phone on the desk, and rip the IV out of my arm. I continue, hoping to find some form of life.

Not what I meant.

I gasp as I look through the glass of the doors, shocked to see a corpse laying on the ground in a pool of blood. It twitches its head in my direction, causing me to jump. My mouth hangs open as I try to breath. Desperately trying to find the strength, I turn away quickly and continue down the hall. What the fuck is happening?

Doors shackled together, with words painted over them reading "Don't open, dead inside". As I walk closer, I can hear groaning, and something thumping into the door, almost methodical. I look through the crack and hands poke their way through, dirty and bloody, trying to reach for me. "Hello?" I ask petrified of what's on the other side. A face appears, looking at me with dead gray eyes, trying to force their way through the small crack, chomping their jaws, mouth streaked with blood. I jump away, shocked. I run into the fire escape to try and find safety.

I make my way down the stairs and out the exit, the sun blinding me as I have not seen it in who knows how long. My mouth grows dry as I am met with a graveyard. Hundreds of people lay on the ground before me, covered in sheets. Military combat vehicles and tents lay behind the hill by the hospital. Y/n, I need to find y/n.

I burst through the front door, sweat pooling on my forehead, afraid of what I might find.

"Y/n! Y/n?" I ask out worriedly, searching the living room, kitchen, bathroom. Our bedroom door is closed, it's never closed. My hands tremble as I turn the handle, slowly opening the door. I let out a sigh of relief as I do not see her, but I am slowly filled with anxiety as I think of where she could be. I turn my head frantically as tears pool in my eyes and I anxiously bite my lip. A flash of blue catches my attention. A small box sits on our dresser, wrapped in blue wrapping paper with a gold bow delicately place on top. I trace the dent with my fingers, confused as y/n would never so carelessly wrap a present.

I slowly open it, puzzled to find a box that I have previously opened. I lift the top of the box, expecting to be met with another watch, but instead I find a white cloth bundled inside. I swallow thickly before pulling it out. As I unwrap it, something falls out, but I am far too distracted by what this cloth actually is. It's a baby onesie. A newborn onesie that reads "I was daddy's fastest swimmer". My mouth goes dry, and I crumple to the ground. Holding the onesie close to my chest, I lean against the dresser and sob. What am I supposed to do? What the hell happened? Where are you?

To my right, is the object that fell out. A pregnancy test that reads positive. More tears slip unwillingly from my eyes. Numb, I stand up, walking out of the house with no thoughts filling my head. I sit on the cement steps and watch a corpse walk across the street, making it's way towards me. I'm about to let the rotten person take me, kill me, when a gunshot booms through my ears. I open my jaw, trying to stop the ringing.

"Hey you!" I hear a person say behind me, I turn and am met with a young boy, smacking a shovel across my face. Everything goes black.

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Over the past two months, you've cried yourself to sleep almost every single night. You don't know how you're supposed to do this without him, without Rick. You're scared out of your mind that you will be raising a child alone, in a sickly world. Your bump has finally popped out, but instead a feeling joy, you get a sour taste in your mouth every time you look at, every time you think of it. You don't blame the baby, you never would, but knowing you are having a child without your husband sends you spiraling into a dark pit of dread.

You and Dylan haven't made it as far as you would have liked. Between cars running out of gas consistently, to the numerous miles you both would have to walk, you've only just made it to North Carolina. So close to Virginia. To safety.

Dylan was currently driving in a shitty Volvo that smelt like piss and cigarettes, when smoke starts to cloud the front of the car, and you hear a loud thump as it comes to a rolling stop. You sigh frustrated that, yet again another car has failed you both. Dylan runs his hands over his face, before getting out of the car slamming the door behind him. You glare at him, because even though he has every right to be pissed off in this moment, there are still walkers, and much worse, people.

You were playing with your wedding ring when Dylan forcibly pulls open your door. He looks annoyed and exhausted. He cocks his head, asking you to get out. "C'mon, gotta keep moving, piece of shit needs an auto body shop if we want it to run again." You nod your head and hop out, following Dylan to the trunk to fish out your bags.

"How much further do you think we have?" You ask, looking at the soles of your shoes, worn down and dirty, starting to form holes.

"Walking, I honestly don't know, depends on far we can go. If we find a car, a few days maybe, if it lasts." He says eyeing the piece of junk sitting in front of him with displeasure. You slowly nod your head, the thought of having to walk any further than you need to, already hurting your feet.

You've been walking for about 3 hours, when you and Dylan come upon a neighborhood, deciding that you'll camp there for the night. Dylan picks a house at the end of the street and does a sweep before letting you come in. He pushes the couch against the front door and makes sure that everything is locked and secured. You plop down on the opposite couch, exhausted. You yank off your shoes and start massaging your feet.

"I'm gonna check out the kitchen." Dylan says already making his way to find food. You nod your head and lean against the soft fabric, already feeling sleep envelope your eyes.

You're awaken to the sound of groaning. Your eyes flutter open and across the room, you see Dylan getting beat to a pulp by an unknown man. You gasp as you sit up, making sure your knife is still securely tucked in your waistband behind your hip.

Your gasp and sudden movement alerts the other man, who was grinning as he was watching your brother pleading for the man to stop. He stands up and makes his way to you. You push yourself into the couch, wishing you could disappear. "Mine." He quickly says to the other man, as if he was claiming you.

"Well, well, little miss princess decided to finally wake up." He says smirking down at you, resting his hands on his hips.

"The names Joe." He says sinisterly. "And that's Sean." He points his thumb behind him, not moving his attention away from you.

"What's your name pretty little thing?" He asks as he slowly gets closer, grinning and licking his teeth. He twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers. You glare up at him. His smile quickly turns into anger. He unsheathes his knife and presses the tip into your cheek, slightly cutting you. "You know, I could kill you if I wanted to, but I haven't, so why don't you tell me your name as a way to say thanks?" He asks, not so much of a question but a demand. You open your mouth, trying to speak, but failing at every attempt.

Joe laughs. "Cat got your tongue, huh?" His laughter dies and he puts his knife away. "Well since you can't tell me your name, you can do something else for me." He leers at you, and slowly turns his body, showing you your brother, gasping for air, bleeding from his mouth. "And I'll tell Sean to stop, then the two of you can go on your merry way." Still looking at Dylan with tears in your eyes, Joe grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. You whimper and nod your head. Joe smiles. "Great." He spits out.

He grabs your arm, dragging you to stand in front of him. You pause as you eye your brother, hands nervously shaking. Joe pushes you and puts his hand on his knife, getting ready to threaten you again. "Keep walking bitch." He grips your shoulder, forcing you to lead him away. You give your brother one last look, before Joe steers you into a bedroom. He throws you on the bed and grins at you before sticking his head out the door, yelling "Give the bastard a break why don't ya Sean." He slams the door behind him and makes his way towards you.

You gulp as he rips off your shirt. He smiles as he eyes your protruding belly. "Look's like someone already claimed you. Hope it's not that pussy out there. Too bad he's not here right now." Joe says as he traces your belly with his knife, grinning sickly at you.

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Chapter 2 INCAPACITATED

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe.

Summary of chapter: Dylan (readers brother) comes to town to see Rick and to support reader. However, reader can tell that he is hiding something, and when he finally unveils the truth, it's too late.

Warnings: Swearing, torture, pregnancy, basic walking dead shit.

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August 4th, 2010

It has been exactly two weeks since Rick was shot. You rarely left Rick's side, only leaving when Shane or Lori forced you, or when the chair that the hospital room provided, became too uncomfortable, leaving you with knots in your back. However, Shane was being the hugest pain for you. Ever since you told him that you were pregnant, the man would not leave you alone. Oh, you need to use the restroom? So does Lori, she'll go with you. Oh, you're hungry? Stay here and I'll run down to the cafeteria and get ya something. He was constantly breathing down your neck, and you couldn't go anywhere without him being two feet behind you.

Yes, you acknowledge that he is just trying to protect you and be there for you when your husband was incapable of doing so, but god, did you want to wring the man's neck.

Shane was currently in the cafeteria grabbing lunch for you and Lori. You let go of Rick's hand, sighing as you lean back in your chair, resting your hands on your stomach. You haven't gotten your bump yet, but it comforts you to know that you still have a part of Rick with you in these uncertain times. You look over at Lori who is currently reading the book you brought with you every day, but you could never get past the first page before your mind started to drift off.

"Was he like this with you?"

"Hmm?" Lori asks, looking up from the book to you, confused.

"Was Shane this bat-shit and controlling when you were pregnant with Carl?" You ask, turning your nose up in disgust as you mention Shane.

"Oh, he was so much worse. When I was nearing nine months, the idiot wouldn't even let me feed myself." Lori laughs.

You gasp, and eventually you erupt into giggles. Covering your mouth with your hand, you look over at Lori to see her laughing too. Once it dies down, Lori looks over at you with a sympathetic smile and grabs your hand. "Don't worry Rick will be here for you and the baby in no time."

"Yeah." You whisper, and slightly nod your head. You fidget with your hands as your gaze moves to your sleeping husband. Your eyes well up with tears, but you force them to go back down. "Have you thought of any na-" Lori begins before she is cut off by Shane entering the room, arms filled with to go boxes and a bouquet of flowers.

"You would not believe the amount of people here today. Jesus Christ. Took me 40 minutes just to get through the line to order. Grabbed these while I was waiting for the food to be done." Shane says showing you and Lori the bouquet before handing the food to you. Shane stands above Rick, smiling weakly. "Hey man, you need to wake up, got some people who would like to say hi." Shane says, not really expecting a response.

Rick's eyes flutter the tiniest bit causing Shane to gasp and look at you. "Did you see that? His eyelids moved!"

You smile at Shane sadly and run your fingers through your husband's hair. "He does that a lot. Doctor said it's normal and that it doesn't really indicate any sign of progress."

Eventually Lori and Shane go home, leaving you alone with your husband and your thoughts. You smile fondly as you think about the first time you had kissed Rick. Your brother was in the police academy with Shane and Rick, and the three of them became a close-knit group. However, not long after graduating, your brother, Dylan, decided that being a police officer wasn't really what he wanted. So, the only rational thing for him to do would be joining the military. You despised this idea, as there was a current war in Yemen. Your mother wasn't too particular to the idea either, as your father was a marine before he was killed in action. Never less, she took it upon herself to throw a going away party before your brother went off to boot camp.

Dylan is introducing you to a few of his fellow academy buddies, before he drags you over to two loners leaning up against the side of the house, drinking beer. You've met one of them a few times, Rick. It was easy to talk to him, and you enjoyed his presence. Rick always seemed to strike up a conversation with you rather than anybody else, and it filled your stomach with butterflies at the thought that he might like you as well. Both Rick, and the new guy are extremely handsome, which effectively makes you blush. They see you and your brother making your way over there, and they smile happily as they do one of those bro handshakes. The one with dark hair starts making conversation with Dylan, both of them completely ignoring your presence. You smile at Rick and do a shy wave, nervous as he was already looking at you.

He grins "Want to go somewhere quieter?" He silently says, not really wanting Shane and Dylan to join the two of you. You nod your head and lead the way to your favorite tree along the fence line in your childhood backyard. You pat the tree, looking up at it with a faint smile. "This is Delilah."

"Ah, well Delilah, it's very nice to meet you." Rick says as he grabs a branch and shakes it. You giggle and lightly smack his arm. "Are you always an asshat?" You ask smiling as you sit down, leaning against the tree. "Only when I'm talking to pretty girls." Rick grunts as he plops down next to you.

You blush as you look up at him, biting the inside of your lip. Rick's eyes drift down to your lips, his face tinted red as well. "So, why Delilah? Seems like an out there name for a child to come up with." Rick asks.

"Well, before my dad died, every single holiday without fail, he would get me a bouquet of Dahlias." You smile sadly. "The best part though," you say laughing a little, "was that he insisted that they were called "Delilahs" you say, doing air quotes. "My mom is the definition of grammar police, so they always bickered back and forth on the right way to say it. I think my mom gave up in the end, because she eventually started calling them Delilahs too." You say smiling, pulling on the strands of grass next to your feet.

Rick looks down at you fondly, a light smile playing on his lips. "Well, I think Delilah sounds a hell of a lot prettier than Dahlia." He says before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and leaning in to whisper into your ear. "Gonna have to agree with dear old dad on that one." He moves his head so that his face is mere inches from your own. You watch as his eyes flicker down to your mouth, before slowly leaning in and pressing his-

Your thoughts are cut off when you see someone out of the corner of your eye enter the room. You turn to greet the person, expecting it to be Shane or a nurse doing rounds. Instead, you are met with the sight of your brother.

“Dyl? What are you doing here?” You ask confused as you get out of your seat to give him a hug. After your mom died of breast cancer and your brother went off to the army, your sole family was Rick. You guys talked, sure, but it was never enough. It was hard to find a good time to call him, with him consistently leaving the country and when he was home at his base in Virginia, he was too exhausted for a phone call. So, this was a pleasant surprise, and you were overjoyed to see your brother in person after 2 years.

“After you called me, I decided that it might be good for me to get away for a bit. Check on my little sister and best friend.” He says hugging you tightly, as he looks over your head at Rick sleeping. You look up at him and beam.

"Thank you." You whisper as you bury yourself into his arms.

Dylan’s been staying with you for about five days now, and there was something off to say the least. He was jittery, always staring into space like his mind was somewhere else, and whenever you tried to have a conversation with him, it would take him a few minutes to register that you were talking to him.

You’re standing in your underwear and bra in front of the mirror, examining your belly. You frown, as there is barely a difference. You turn sideways, looking at your stomach from a different angle and you trace the outline with the tips of your fingers. Frustrated, you sigh before grabbing a pair of pants and one of Rick’s t-shirts, sliding it over your head. It still smelt like him. You walk over to your dresser, grabbing a pair of socks. The blue present sitting on top, basically mocking you, reminding you of what robbed Rick. You slam the drawer closed and grab the present. You start to smooth out the dent from when you threw it, but it was still very noticeable. Tears well in your eyes as you beat yourself up over ruining the gift. “Why’d I do that? Oh my god I’m such an idiot.” You whisper to yourself.

"Fuck fuck fuck Fuck FUCK!" You hear Dylan saying to himself in the living room. You walk out of your bedroom cautiously and see Dylan pacing back and forth, muttering to himself, "It's too late. God damn it. Fuck!"

"Dylan?" You ask nervously. "What's going on?"

Dylan flings his head in your direction, caught off guard that he hadn't noticed you yet. He sighs before pointing at the tv. Too worried about Dylan you failed to notice the message that the television was broadcasting.

"STATE OF GEORGIA: ALL COUNTIES ARE NOW UNDER STATE STAY AT HOME ORDER. A VIRUS IS SPREADING RAPIDLY. STAY HOME AND DO NOT ENGAGE WITH OTHERS OUTSIDE. LOCK YOUR DOORS AND STAY SAFE." The message says before repeating itself.

You feel the blood drain from your face. "What the fuck does "don't engage with others" and "lock your doors" mean?" You ask confused and scared.

Dylan looks at you pale, "I lied okay. I didn't just come here because Rick was shot."

"Dylan will you please just tell me what the fuck is going on right now?"

Dylan sighs and sits rigid on the couch. He glares at you and points for you to sit. You do as he says, not wanting to get on his bad side. He rubs his hands down his face and says, "I promise you that everything I'm about to tell you is true, and that I only came here to protect you, ok?" Dylan asks, waiting for your confirmation before continuing. You nod your head, and your body tenses at his seriousness.

"I was recently sent on a mission to Russia." He starts. You look at him confused, as there has been no news about the United States having any business with Russia. "It was chow time," You roll your eyes at his military slang. "when there was a breach in the south wall. So, me and some of the guys went to check it out." He looks you dead in the eyes before continuing, "and y/n, I don't know how else to describe these people but as zombies." You scoff. "Har har, so funny Dylan."

Dylan scowls at you, "I'm not lying y/n! I saw these things tear up people, eat them, I saw them kill my friends! I saw- I saw my girlfriend get bit and watched her slowly turn into one of those things." Dylan whispers the last part as he looks down at his hands. You look at him confused, he's never mentioned a girlfriend before, and by the gravity of his tone, you could tell that Dylan was, in fact, telling the truth. You scooch closer to Dylan and grab his hands, asking him to continue.

"I- I was one of the last ones standing, so, I left. I knew it was only a matter of time before it spread here. I snuck onto a cargo plane and made my way back. I didn't think it was going to happen this fast, I just wanted to protect you y/n." Dylan says tearfully as he looks into your eyes.

"We'll be okay." You say smiling at Dylan, trying to make him feel better. "We'll lock our doors like it said, and just wait for this whole thing to blow over." Dylan shakes his head at you, biting his cheek.

"There's no "blowing over" y/n. This is it. We need to go somewhere safe. We need to get to my base in Virginia. They'll protect us. We'll be safe from those things." Dylan pleads with you.

You scrunch up your face, puzzled by what Dylan said.

"What about Rick, we can't leave him in that hospital, he won't stand a chance in there." You say as your stomach turns into knots at the thought of actually loosing Rick.

"We can't take him." Dylan says simply, avoiding your gaze.

"And why the hell not?" You ask fuming.

"Y/n, he's in a fucking coma! What would you like me to do? Drag his ass through 4 states? Huh? Doesn't sound very reasonable to me!" Dylan angrily yells.

"I'm not going with you." You whisper as you lay your hands on your stomach, staring daggers into the hardwood floor.

"Why? Y/n you won't make it five fucking minutes in that shit out there, let alone protecting a shell of a man in a hospital that's bound to get overrun with those pieces of shit!"

"I'm pregnant." You murmur.

Dylan takes a deep breath. "Then I'm asking you one more time, to please come with me. You don't want to raise a child on your own, let alone with those things trying to kill you. It'll be safe on the base. Please."

You look at Dylan with tears in your eyes. "Can we go say bye to him one last time?"

Dylan nods his head before standing up and heading to the guest bedroom. "We're leaving in 2 hours. Pack a bag."

You sat there frozen for you don't know how long, before you decided to begin packing. You don't even know where to start as you look at the clothes in your closet. You grab a few outfits and are about to go to the bathroom to get toiletries, when the sight of Rick's clothes stops you in your tracks. You grab his favorite worn in hoodie, a couple shirts for you to sleep in and a pair of his boxers. You finish packing your necessities before you head over to your dresser to grab some of the picture frames and albums, when the gift, once again catches your attention. You sigh and place it neatly in the center of the dresser. Maybe. You give it one last look before grabbing your bag to leave.

Dylan is already waiting for you in the drivers seat of your Subaru. He locks eyes with you and points at his wrist impatiently, even though he doesn't wear a watch.

You've just closed the trunk after loading your bag in, when you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket. You fish it out and see Shane's name flashing across the screen.

"Hey Shane, we're just lea-" Shane cuts you off.

"Don't come to the hospital y/n. There's something wrong with these people." He sighs "I- I don't, it's not safe you need to leave. I can come pick you and Dylan up and the five of us can try to find somewhere, I don't know."

"Shane, what about Rick? Is he?" You ask not wanting to finish the sentence.

"When I got here there these psychos everywhere. I tried to make it to Rick's room but there were too many of them. There's no way that Rick would have survived th-" The phone goes dead. You look at the screen to see that the call was disconnected. You try to call him back, but you are only sent to his voicemail. Dylan honks the horn, looking pissed off.

"Shit." You say to yourself. You climb into the passenger seat and stare out the window. Is he dead too? You ask yourself.

"Who was that?"

"Shane." You whisper, before turning to look at your brother.

"Is he ok?"

"I don't know" You mumble. "Can't go to the hospital."

"What?" Dylan asks.

"It's overrun like you said. Too late." You say as tears pool in your eyes. Dylan gives you a sympathetic look before squeezing your hand.

You've been driving for about an hour and half when traffic came to a halt on the highway. You and Dylan have been stuck in the same spot for about 15 minutes now, and you both are filled with dread. Dylan's knuckles are white as his fingers grip the steering wheel. And then you see it.

You see why Dylan was so afraid. Why he begged you to come with him. Why Shane told you to leave.

A woman, not much older than you, was running in between the cars, trying to get away from the herd of, like Dylan said, zombies. You gasp as you watch one bite her arm, causing more to attack her, and drag the poor woman to the ground. You hear Dylan lock the doors, and you look at him with a scared expression. He raises his pointer finger to his lips, silently asking you to be quiet. All you can do is nod your head, as you are lost for words.

You close your eyes trying to put your mind on something else, when a body slams into your door, causing you to jolt in your seat. Your eyes pop open as you look out your window to see a man clawing and biting at the glass, smearing blood. You exhale a shaky breath and tighten your hold on Dylan's hand.

Soon, the herd has made their way past your car, and you look at Dylan with wide eyes. "You weren't joking."

Dylan shakes his head. "I'm going to look around, see if there's a way I can maneuver the car to get out of here."

He sighs as he gets back in the driver's seat. "The other cars are too close to us, and with the cement barrier, we can't get out."

"So what do you want us to do?"

"Walk."

"Walk?" You asked shocked. "You want to walk all the way to fucking Virginia?"

Dylan thinks for a moment before nodding his head. "What else are we supposed to do? Just wait here and die? I'll protect you and the baby, y/n. Maybe we'll find another car along the way."

You sigh, and nod your head, realizing his statement is true.

"Since when do you know how to hot wire a car?"

Dylan grins at you and hops out, getting your bags out and hands you yours. You sling it on and Dylan asks "You ready?" you let out a nervous laugh and with wide eyes you say, "Yeah, lets get the show on the road."

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SWEAR

Chapter 1 PRIOR

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe.

Summary of chapter: Reader tries to find a way to tell Rick of her pregnancy, but can never find a good time.

Warnings: Swearing, torture, pregnancy (I don't care if you hate this trope, I LIVE for it), really anything walking dead related.

(Lori is Shane's wife, and Carl his son.) Also, this is my first fic so I apologize in advance.

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July 21st, 2010 4:25 a.m.

Ever since you found out the news, you've been struggling to sleep. Not only were you constantly nauseous and lightheaded, but you weren't certain if Rick actually wanted kids or not. Sure, you guys talked about it, but never anything serious ever came out of it. You saw the way Rick was with his best friend's son, Carl, and you longed to have a little one of your own. You personally loved kids, hell you taught them for a living. But whenever you brought up the topic, Rick quickly shut it down and changed the course of the conversation to a lighter subject.

You think it's because Rick and his brother didn't have the greatest relationship with their father, and Rick was afraid of repeating the past. However, you knew he would be a great father, and you knew he would break the cycle of neglection.

A few days ago, when you first took the test and saw the lines telling you, you were in fact pregnant, you were over the moon. You were so excited when Rick came home from work, nearly jumping out of your skin. But instead, you were faced with a grumpy, tired man who had a terrible day at work.

"You ok?" You ask pulling away from the hug and looking up at Rick, the excitement wiped from your face.

"Yeah, long day." Rick sighs as he toes off his work shoes.

You follow Rick into the living room and watch him plop on the couch and rest his arm over his eyes. You tap his foot, silently asking him to move them. Rick moves his arm just enough to get a glimpse at you and raises his legs. You sit, bringing his legs to rest across your lap. You turn your body to face him, resting your head in your hand, with your arm on the back of the couch. Giving his knee a squeeze, you say "Wanna talk about it?"

"No." Rick shakes his head. He lifts his arm off of his eyes, and clasps his hands together across his abdomen and stares up at the ceiling, seeming deep in thought about his rough day. He tilts his head towards you and smiles when he sees you're already staring at him. He sits up slightly. "What about your day? Do anything fun?"

Your mind immediately races to the pregnancy test currently residing in your back pocket, but deciding now is definitely not the time, you smile down at him and play with a loose thread on his pants. "No, just went grocery shopping and read a few chapters of my book."

"Man, sometimes I wish I became a teacher, getting the whole summer off." Rick whistles. "Nah, instead I gotta deal with dipshits who attack cashiers because they won't give them a credit for half eaten food, which by the way, they ate."

"Oh, so you had a day?" You giggle.

"Baby, I swear to god, everyone and their mother was fucking on one today. We got so many ridiculous calls, we were running all over town." Rick cringes as he remembers one scenario where he had to break up a fight between a naked old lady and her neighbor. As soon as he got back to the station he took a shower. He's never scrubbed his body with more soap in his life. He shudders and looks at you with distant eyes. "You have no idea."

You smile at him. You have no idea either.

The next couple of days, you tried again but you never had a good opportunity to bring such important news up to Rick. You decided you would tell him today, as it is your guy's 4th anniversary and Rick was able to take the early morning shift, meaning he would be home around 2:30 instead of his usual time of 5.

So, you lay there at 4:25 in the morning, not have gotten a single wink of sleep, as you anxiously wait for Rick's alarm to go off at 4:30.

Rick's front is pressed against your back, with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You wiggle your way around to face him, expecting to see your handsome husband, but you are met with an open mouth snorer, drooling and fanning shit breath across your face. You scrunch your nose up at the smell and try to shove the bile rising up in your throat back down. You turn your body again, but this time so you are facing the ceiling.

"Jesus Christ." You whisper. You think of popping a mint in the man's open mouth, but you are met with the image of Rick violently waking up and chocking, so you decide you better not. Instead, you wait for the alarm clock to wake up the putrid man who sleeps beside you.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Your stomach falls out of your ass as the most annoying alarm clock, courtesy of Rick, goes off, reminding you once again of the news you plan to tell him today. You swallow thickly as the arms wrapped around you slither away. You act asleep, not really in the mood to talk in your current position.

"Fucking. Piece. Of. Shit." Rick loudly whispers as he practically breaks the alarm clock in half trying to get it to shut up. When it finally does, he looks at you and smiles when he sees you 'sleeping'. He wipes the sleep from his eyes and kisses your cheek, before getting out of bed and heads into the bathroom. Rick shuts the door before turning on the light. You hear the faint sound of the shower running. You sigh, and turn on your side facing away as much as you can from the light shining through the cracks of the door.

You've almost drifted off when Rick emerges from the bathroom with a towel dangerously hanging low on his hips. He forgets to turn the light off before heading into the closet to put on his uniform, successfully blinding you, even with your eyes closed.

"Rick." You grumble out.

He pokes his head out of the closet and looks at you confused by your crabby attitude. You glare at him, he should know by now that you are definitely not a morning person, let alone do you like being visually impaired so early in the morning. You angrily point your finger at the bathroom.

"I swear to god if you don't turn that light off right fucking now, I'm going to kick you so hard in the ba-" Rick cuts you off. "Ok, ok!" Rick puts his hands up in mock surrender. "Jeez woman, why do you always got to result to violence." He laughs as he turns the light off.

You turn your back to him. "Because it's the only thing that works with your stubborn ass." You say sleepily.

Rick looks down and smiles before he comes and sits on the edge of your side of the bed. He brushes the hair out of your face. "Happy Anniversary to you too grumpy pants."

You squint at him and whisper out a "Happy Anniversary." Before Rick pecks your lips. "I'll try to leave early today, have Shane cover for me."

"That man's as good of a liar as Pinocchio, good luck with that." You say smiling up at Rick.

"Hey, he owes me one after I caught him and Lori in the evidence lockup the other day." He says, causing you to giggle.

He looks down at you, before attacking your face with kisses, making you laugh as his lips tickle your skin. He grins down at you before standing up.

"I love you baby." Rick says as he heads out the bedroom door. You watch him leave, saying "I love you too, be safe please."

You hear a faint "always" before the front door closes. You turn your body again, finding it very hard to get comfortable enough to finally go to sleep.

11:00 a.m.

You slept for about two hours before waking up again. All you can think about is how you're supposed to bring it up. Should I just hand him the test and hope for the best? No, that's boring. Although this was a touchy subject, you still wanted to celebrate in a fun way, after all this is your first child.

In the end you run to the store and grab a newborn onesie that says, "I was Daddy's fastest swimmer." It made you cringe, and you thought it was very cliche, but who knows, maybe it'll lighten the mood a little bit.

You arrive home and grab the test out of your nightstand, wrapping it in the onesie before putting it into Rick's watch box that he insisted on keeping. The thought of him thinking you have gifted him another watch, after you had just recently got him one for Christmas, makes you giggle. You can vividly see his face scrunch up in confusion as he looks down at the watch that already resides on his wrist. You wrap the box in a pretty blue wrapping paper and but a gold bow on top of it. You place the present on the coffee table and decide to clean up the house a little bit, after you've neglected it since you found out the news.

1:00 p.m.

You sit on the couch hunched over, elbows on your knees, with your head resting in your hands as you stare at the box deep in thought. What if he freaks out? What if he leaves? You think and your eyes go wide. What if he never speaks to me again? What i- your thoughts are cut off by someone pounding on the front door, effectively making you jump and sit up straight. You stand up, wiping your hands on your jeans and make your way towards the door, swinging it open.

Your mouth slightly opens in confusion as you blink up at a sweaty and shaken Shane. "Sh-Shane?" You ask confused. "Is everything alright?"

Shane shakes his head, points his finger towards the living room, silently asking to talk inside. You swallow thickly as you stare at him, moving out of the way so he can make his way inside. Everything seems to be in slow motion as you follow Shane to the couch. You see him eyeing the present before lightly pushing it out of the way, to sit on the coffee table. You sit down on the couch in front of him, annoyed that he's beating around the bush and ignoring the elephant in the room.

"Will you just fucking tell me if my husband is alive or not?" You ask glaring at him. Shane looks at you shocked, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Y-yeah, I mean, yes, he's alive."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in, before sighing and looking down at your hands. "How bad is it?" You ask through tears, glancing up at Shane.

"It's pretty bad. We missed a gunman in a chase and we were blindsided by him. I'm so sorry y/n. I wish it was me. I would do anything to trade places with him." Shane all but pleads.

You look up at him, nervously biting the inside of your lip, something Rick thought was cute when he'd catch you doing it. You run your fingers through your hair and say, "Will you drive me to the hospital?'

"Of course I will." Shane says as he grabs your hand and squeezes it.

"Ok." You whisper. "Meet me at the car in 5 minutes?"

Shane nods his head and gives you one more glance before heading out the front door. Tears freefall from your eyes, and you viciously scrub at them, begging them to stop. You stand up, biting the skin around the nail of your thumb and begin to pace, glancing at the present every now and then. Eventually, you pick the present up and throw it at the wall across the room, putting a dent into the corner of the box. You give it one last look before heading out to your husband's cruiser now being driven by Shane, slamming the front door behind you.

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SWEAR MASTERLIST

Chapter 1 Prior

Chapter 2 Incapacitated

Chapter 3 Stir

Chapter 4 Cherry

Chapter 5 Obtain

Chapter 6 Audacity

Chapter 7 Oasis

Chapter 8 Dagger

Chapter 9 Desolate

Chapter 10

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