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grimesgirll · 2 months

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you jumped at the chance to babysit for rick grimes.

your mom didn’t have to repeat herself when she instructed you to arrive at rick’s early the next morning to give him some help with his baby girl.

not that you minded, but you babysitting for rick was a part of your mother’s larger plan to welcome the new arrivals into the community. it was an easy way for the survivors - namely their leader, rick - to warm up to everyone. and you had to put your half finished developmental psychology degree to use somehow.

you’re disappointed when you show up bright eyed and bushy tailed to be greeted by rick’s son carl, and not the dreamy sheriff himself.

carl is more than happy to pass off the bubbly little baby - who you learn is named judith- to you and dash out the door after giving you the rundown on her routine and lack thereof.

it doesn’t take long for judith to get used to you - or get into the habit of pulling your long hair. carl mentioned that she’d had a solid breakfast already this morning so you hunker down next to her playmat to tire her out in preparation for her next nap.

thoughts drift from tummy time to the absent head of the house. where was he? you knew part of the reason you had even begun babysitting was to help rick with childcare if he accepted his new position as constable, but you couldn’t think of anywhere else he would be.

and truth be told, you’re disappointed.

the first day the southerners had arrived, you looked on as rick stepped through the gates, judith in his arms. you’d been shocked to see a baby but you were even more enthralled by the hot suburban dad who’d landed on your doorstep.

not as old as your own father but nearly old enough to be, rick grimes had been blessed by age. his wild, grown out hair and tense but demanding disposition immediately attracted your attention.

it’s wrong; you shouldn’t be crushing on the man you’re babysitting for.

but you’ve been so bored!

let’s be clear: alexandria is your home. the safe zone provided more stability than the road could ever offer but survival was boring. at least inside of alexandria.

but out there?

whatever was out there was written all over the face of every new survivor your community had taken in. you’d heard bits and pieces; cannibals, maniacs on a power trip, robbers, corrupt cops even in the end of times.

and you could really see it on rick.

he had the demeanor of someone always scanning the room for the exit. you’ve never seen him so much as smile so it’s hard to imagine anyone like him adjusting or relaxing, even somewhere like alexandria.

your mother had theorized that some childcare could help ease the ex-cop’s anxieties, give him and carl a chance to breathe.

someone like that needs a lot more than a day away from the kids though. rick grimes needed an all inclusive vacation

and maybe a blowjob.

you tear yourself away from your wild thoughts about the rugged leader to turn your attention to the little girl hitting you with all of the sleepy cues at once. glancing at the clock, you decide it’s time for a nap and scoop up the eight month old. it’s not until you try to lay her down in the nursery that judith gives you your first problem.

seems like you had a velcro baby on your hands.

your hypothesis is proven correct during little judith’s second afternoon nap when you’re resigned to the living room armchair.

any attempts to place the little girl on her back, stomach, or side were met with tears. you’d just huffed and posted up on the rocking chair, ready to rock her for the duration of her nap.

it could be a pain but some babies just slept better hearing another heartbeat besides their own. it’s biology. judith is long out of the fourth trimester but that doesn’t exempt her from wanting to fall asleep in a pair of warm, snuggly arms. and besides, it’s not like you have anything better to do.

so you’re still curled up with judith when her father arrives in the afternoon.

gun holstered on his hip, the front door swings open to reveal rick grimes, looking much more like a resident of alexandria than he'd arrived. despite his new haircut and the difference that a shower makes, rick still looks pent up to you. like the feral man who'd shown up at your gates was just bubbling under the surface.

“hey there,” he greets once he registers your presence.

in his constable uniform, rick is even more handsome than you imagined all cleaned up. his chestnut curls are trimmed - courtesy of your neighbor, jessie - and he’s fully fitted like an officer of the law, and not an outlaw.

"oh, hi," you sit up and offer as much of a salutation you can being nap trapped.

"you must be deanna's daughter."

"that's me," you chirp, keeping your voice low to avoid waking up the little girl on your lap. "sorry, you caught us during naptime."

the southerner shakes his head. "no problem. looks like you got her down easy enough."

easy? you want to ask him to repeat that again but you just smile.

"i'm sorry i wasn't here earlier to introduce myself, i'm rick." the man extends his hand to you and you have to steel your nerves so he doesn't feel your hand shaking.

you're shocked when you hear confidence dripping from your voice as you give him your name. under his dark blue gaze, you want to squirm but you're holding it together somehow.

"you know, you can probably get out here early today. carl should be home soon."

you do your best to hide your disappointment. "leaving early on the first day?" you grin. "i think i like this job."

that earns you a chuckle from the sheriff who points to the sleeping baby you're holding. "i've got it from here if you wanna head out."

you don't but you put on your pearly whites and utter a peppy "sure!" handing over the still sleeping judith to her father.

"thanks for agreeing to this," rick commends you, eyes looking over the picture books and learning materials piled up in your arms. "i really appreciate having someone here to look after judith during the day."

“don’t worry about it, she’s such an angel, rick.”

"yeah, she is," he agrees, pausing to glimpse down at the napping infant. "i guess we'll be seein' you tomorrow?"

“whenever you need me.”

as his gaze follows you out the front door, rick is hard pressed to confirm if that was actual innuendo that came out of your mouth or just a generous offer.

he’s even more surprised to see you on his doorstep again after supper.

“hey,” you start. “i think i forgot one of my books here when i was watching judith. do you mind if i grab it?"

your burnt orange journal is right where you'd left it - intentionally - on the accent table in the upstairs hallway.

"oh, perfect! it's right here," you exhale in manufactured relief as if you hadn't left it there a few hours ago just for this purpose.

"is she down?" you ask rick in your best quiet voice.

he nods his hickory head of hair. "wanna see her?"

you nod enthusiastically and he leads you a few doors down the hall where you two pop your heads into a dark, curtain drawn room.

“how’s she been sleeping?” you ask innocently, following the father’s gaze to the sleeping infant lying peacefully in her crib.

“good enough,” he grunts. “all things considered.”

“how have you been sleeping?”

a chocolate eyebrow raises.

“you know, you have to get some sleep too.”

“isn’t that you’re for?”

rick must notice your reaction from the way he clears his throat and walks back his words, clarifying, “taking care of judith and all so i can,” he makes air quotes with his fingers, “rest.”

breathing deeply in an attempt to calm your racing heartbeat, you offer a smile with your exhale. “yeah, but that’s only during the daytime. she still has two wakeups at night, right?”

the man leaning in the doorway beside you shrugs. “two or three, give or take.”

“that’s a lot of time to be waking up at night.”

his ocean blue eyes twinkle as he shoots you a look and crosses his arms. “tell me about it.”

you motion towards the crib. “so i know judith likes to be held for naps, but have you ever tried room sharing with her? or even sleeping with her in the bed?”

rick gives you a quizzical look. “i thought you weren’t supposed to let them sleep in bed with you.”

“only if you’re a heavy sleeper,” you discern. “or if you drink or you’re a smoker.”

“really?”

you nod. “it’s called the safe sleep seven. its a big thing in other parts of the world." you draw an awkward breath. "not that there's anything wrong with watching her from the monitor," you refer to the device in his back pocket.

"well," rick runs a hand through his dark waves, stopping awkwardly at the end like he forgot about his haircut. "judith's always been held so it wouldn't shock me that that's how she likes to go sleep."

"did you have to snuggle her to sleep to get her down tonight?" your honeyed voice inquires curiously.

"i held her." he answers with a sigh.

"it makes sense. humans are programmed to want to be close to each other."

a silence settles over the two of you before rick clears his throat. "yeah, maybe i'll have to look into this sleep safe seven."

"i can bring a book next time i'm over," you offer. "i was a developmental psych major in college."

"so you have a degree to babysit?"

you roll your eyes. "i was supposed to end up doing research. you know," you gesture to judith in her nursery. "working with younger kids like her and figuring out what works best for them for sleep, learning to eat, the potty, play, school, all that."

"sounds like you're pretty smart," the ex-cop concludes.

you shrug. "smart enough."

with that, you two are walking down the stairs and you're heading towards the door when rick asks you if you'd like anything to drink.

you stop in your tracks, turning around on one heel. "you know, i'm kinda thirsty. i'll actually take a water."

rick's hands around the cold glass must be tattooed in your mind from how intently you're watching him. you thank him for the glass and gingerly take a sip, taking a moment to notice how his hands are braced against the counter. a cacophony of cracks erupt when the man rotates his neck and you can't help but laugh.

the older man frowns. “what’s so funny?”

“did you not hear the way your neck cracked?”

he shrugs it off. “gotta do it sometimes.”

“not like that,” you insist, glancing at his hands again, you get an idea. “why don’t you let me show you how you’re supposed to crack that?”

rick gives you a sideways glance.

“my roommate was in school to be a masseuse.”

“you don’t have to do that.” he says quickly.

you shake your head at him. “it’s not a problem. you can give me pointers.”

it’s wrong; rick shouldn’t be face down on the sofa in the house your mother had given him, getting a massage from her young twentysomething daughter.

and he most definitely shouldn’t be trying to hide an erection.

never would he have imagined getting a massage from a college student a week ago. like the haircut, rick wants to accept your community’s gifts with tact but that’s hard to do when your hands are kneading lower and lower down his back.

“when was the last time you relaxed, rick?”

the question comes out of nowhere and he almost wishes judith would pop up on the baby monitor to spare him from answering.

“can’t tell ya’.” he replied honestly.

you hum in response, observing as he twitches under your mischievous ministrations. rick didn’t have to go to massage therapy school to know that this massage is nowhere near professional. it’s downright racy as your fingers skim the top of his lower back.

god, he has a nice ass for a dad, you muse. you wonder what he’d look like fully nude on this sofa and if you weren’t touching him through his undershirt.

“that’s a little low.” the new constable remarks, calling you out.

you giggle. “i don’t know. i think the muscles down here really need some attention.”

rick hisses when you venture past his lower back and squeeze. he wants to say something but it feels so fucking good to have the tension manually worked out of his muscles.

“flip over.”

rick is about to bust out of his pants.

“flip over, please.”

the brunette finally complies; he wants to be embarrassed but doesn’t have a second for the emotion because you’re falling to your knees in front of him, pointing.

“want me to help you with that?”

“what?” he sputters.

“please, let me.”

wow, you want him. and who is he to deny you? not with how much of a roller coaster the past few have been; he should at least get to decompress.

“go ahead-,” rick doesn’t get another word out of his mouth before you’ve fully yanked his pants down and scootch further between his legs, attaching a hand to his waist. you slide his briefs down and are almost smacked in the face by the eight inch cock in front of you.

“rick…”

“if it’s too big, i understand.”

he starts to say something else but can only manage a gasp once you swallow the first few inches of his cock in your mouth. you ease your way back up to alternate between gripping his length and lapping at his precum covered head.

god, he can’t let deanna find out.

or spencer for that matter. no need to give your brother another reason for rick to be on his bad side.

he can’t be bothered to think about your family when you’re on your knees with his dick in your mouth.

“you’re doin’ so good for me, honey,” rick praises.

you moan deeply around his cock as you fit him further down your throat. it doesn’t take long for his hands to find your hair and suddenly his thick length is sliding down. you just swallow around him the best you can. you wonder if he’d believe you if you said you’d never had a dick this far down your throat.

it’s only once your windpipe starts to feel rick’s size that you raise your mouth up and off of the man in front of, catching a shallow few breaths before diving right back down to envelope him in your mouth.

rick can’t get enough of this. a hot, more than willing knockout of a woman on her knees with nothing but relieving his stress on her mind. and nothing was a hotter than a girl who actually wanted to give a blowjob, and by the way you’re hollowing your cheeks and pumping what doesn’t fit down your throat, he knows you’re loving this. a good girl like you deserves more than just his dick in her mouth.

“slow down, sweetheart.” he instructs, even though it takes a moment for you to slow the vigorous pace you’d committed to. “i wanna help you out too.”

your eyes widen with delight and he doesn’t have to tell you twice to come up on the sofa with him. instantly, rick is in between your legs and undoing the button of your jeans in order to pull them down to your ankles.

his thick cock jumps at the sight of your sopping panties.

blushing, you lift your hips as rick clutches and discards the undergarment on the floor. that’s when he gets the opportunity to take in your already soaked little hole. he can’t help himself from slipping a finger in and driving it deeper at the sound of your raspy squeaks. the same noise comes out of you once he gives you another. you must’ve wanted this for a while from the way you coat his fingers. you’re wiggling and rotating your hips like they’re on fire and he only has two digits inside of you.

“easy, girl,” he warns and you pout as you struggle not to buck your hips.

“i need you, rick,” you gasp. “feel you in my core. i’m so hot for you right now.”

you so are. rick thinks and adds another finger.

not only are you making his dick swell more than he thought it could but your insides are hot. that tight little core is choking his three fingers like a boa constrictor.

“i’m gonna come on your fingers,” you make him aware, hoping he’ll move you to his cock.

“go right ahead, sweetheart.”

so you do.

you let out a muffled sob into his shoulder. he doesn’t stop scissoring his fingers into you until he removes them from your reluctant cunt. your mouth opens automatically when he lifts his sticky digits to your mouth. enthusiastically, you let him slip them into your mouth and suck until they come out clean.

you can barely respond to the “good girl,” he’s whispering huskily into your ear because your lips are pressed to his. disregarding the fact that your pussy is dripping all over the new sofa, you fold into the kiss.

where have you been? you wonder while his tongue starts to pick a fight with yours. the fact that you’re suddenly in his lap doesn’t register until you feel his hand on the small of your back.

“you’re up,” he whispers in your ear before shifting you on top of him.

you only understand what he means when you suddenly feel like you’re being torn in half. “fuck,” you exhale, conscious not to be too loud as to wake up the baby upstairs.

from his rapid breaths into your bust, you can tell that’s holding back.

“rick,” you whine.

fingertips find your hips just as your arms wrap around his neck and you’re holding on for dear life as the constable starts lifting and lowering you on his cock.

“god,” you cry through gritted teeth.

rick is fucking you just like you thought he would.

he doesn’t wait for you to roll your hips or ride him, no, he just fucks you. yeah, you’re on top but rick is the one pounding into you from below. you feel every ridge and vein on his impossibly thick cock as you brings you up and down on top of him.

this is the fucking that you expected from the dauntless, untamed man that rolled through your gates with his equally intimidating allies. you wonder how long it’s been since rick had a good fuck. by the way he ruthlessly spears you on top of him, you know it’s been months at least. you conclude it probably wasn’t for his lack of skill though, not with how he maintains a delicious pressure on your clit with those same digits he used on you earlier.

your core is calling again: this time it’s lava hot. whatever tension rick had you dripping at earlier is no comparison to the overwhelming internal buzz pulsing inside of you.

“fuck, honey, you’re gushin’ around me.”

you look down. he’s right; you’ve made a slick mess of both of your laps. the words to respond don’t make it to your mouth because rick is once again picking up the pace.

every time you coil around him, rick just adopts a more devastating pace. it’s like after months of going without, he’s doing everything in his power to be as deep inside of you as possible. any deeper and he’d be back in your throat.

“you gonna come again on my cock, baby?” the brunette murmurs in your ear.

“yes, sir.” you croak, not having the capacity to comprehend what your words were doing to him. unless your body and the mind of its own it had counted.

your core is reacting right on time to rick’s consistent teasing. “that’s it,” he encourages, applying even more pressure despite your shaking legs. every time you sink down onto him, you feel full to the hilt.

“ah, fuck.”

rick’s orgasm hits before your finale; nonetheless, his tightening embrace and desperate thrusts into you are just what you need. the contrast of your hot core with rick’s warm cum should make you sick with worry and maybe something else but you’re too fucked out and drawn into your peak to care.

sweat coats your brow and your hair is sticking up in every direction but you’re just swallowed up by the tightening in your core. swallowed by how full you feel. you feel like you could make even more of a mess on top of rick.

the jolt that reverberates through your core this time is galvanizing. you wonder if there was anything before this orgasm.

head laid forward against his chest, perfectly glistening tits rising and falling with each full breath, you are at peace. who knew that relieving rick of his stress could bring you so much pleasure?

and when you look up at him, all you can do is offer a pupil blown smile.

he might just like alexandria.

#the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagine #twd imagine #twd smut #rick x reader #ricky dicky doo da grimes #constable rick #not beta read #grimesgirll #reader was a developmental psych major before the apocalypse #happy 15 days to this blog lol #reader is really forward #reader has rick rabies #blowy #p in v sex

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twdxtrevor · 10 months

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Truly walking him like a dog, I volunteer to go next

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lilgoblinbitch · 2 months

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need him to fuck me with those dog tags on.

#help me i’m feral #dilf central #he is so fucking fine #the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #twd towl #the ones who live #twd: the ones who live #twd smut #on my knees for a man twice my age #goblin speaks #twd #andrew lincoln #ricky dicky doo da grimes

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kvalentineart · 1 month

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Mr. Andrew Lincoln as Rick Grimes in TOWL 👏😌✨

Original art by me, @kbalentineart on IG! Please repost with creds 🥰🫶

@itsgrimeytime

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maddyb-rapps · 2 months

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HOW IS BRO STILL GETTING FINER AND FINER EACH DAY

#rick grimes #twd the ones who live #the walking dead #ricky dicky doo da grimes

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bbsxsaa · 3 months

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“ do u have any idea who ur talking to?”

#rick grimes #twd #the walking dead #the ones who live #michonne #daryl dixon #twd daryl #ricky dicky doo da grimes #glenn rhee #maggie rhee #twd negan #carl grimes

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quicksilversg1rl · 2 months

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DADDY’S HOME

THE FIRST EPISODE WAS TOO GOOD

all credits to @/notjoseq on tiktok for the edit!

#rick grimes x y/n #ricky dicky doo da grimes #the ones who live #the ones who live twd #the walking dead #rick grimes fics #rick grimes x you #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes x reader

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archerwithangelwings · 10 months

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The best duo

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danineedsanap · 1 year

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I need all my Daryl Dixon girlies to remember that, at the very least he USED to, POSSIBLY STILL DOES, believe he saw a real Chupacabra.

That’s it

That’s the post

#like.#this man. LMAO #all dark and mysterious #but believes In the fucking chupacabra #daryl x reader #he is not a serious man #daryl dixon #norman reedus #rick grimes #ricky dicky doo da grimes #the walking dead #the walking dead season 2 #carl grimes #Lori grimes #shane walsh #sophia peletier #carol peletier #beth greene #maggie greene

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grimesgirll · 2 months

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sometimes you loathed sleeping in the middle just for the difficulty getting out of bed. if you were sandwiched between rick and daryl, then you had to peel their arms off - if you could manage to shrug off rick - and scootch to the end of the bed, using your arms even to bring yourself forward without making too much of a commotion.

“where’re you goin’, sweetheart?”

“bathroom.”

you send him a smile and peel his arm off once again to push off the bed and pad over to the en suite.

he’s all over you once you return to the bed and crawl on hands and knees back to your spot. before your head hits the pillow, rick’s hands are on you and wrapping around to lock you into his embrace.

rick needs you to sleep. you’re his soft, pliable paperweight. it’s just something you’ve picked up about the man. being the number one person he wanted in his arms flattered you. however, you weren’t prepared for how often rick took advantage of this access.

you’re choking back sweet moans once his two fingers breach your walls. you want to be shocked at the forwardness but rick knows you too well. instead, you’re grinding your hips back into him.

“you’re getting me all flustered again,” you mumble.

rick picks up the pace. “what? you don’t wanna cum all over my fingers before you go to bed?”

you nearly double into daryl hearing the sheriff’s words. “yes!”

“man, you’re keepin’ her up.”

rick clicks his tongue. “i don’t see her complainin’.”

you want to chime in with some smart comment but you’re too busy getting rick’s thick fingers jammed up your pussy.

“i don’t think you’ll be complainin soon enough.” rick remarks playfully to the other man. he lowers his lips to your ear. “wanna help us all sleep better, sweetheart?”

you shake your head sure.

next thing you know you’re on your hands and knees facing daryl. a hand in your hair guides you to his clothed cock.

“why don’t you show daryl how much you like us keepin’ you up?”

daryl sends you a look like he feels guilty that you’re freeing his pants instead of soundly sleeping but any remorse is gone once you flick your tongue against the side of his shaft.

rick lining himself up and subsequently knocking the wind out of you with a rocky thrust drives you right down daryl’s dick. you gag and daryl nearly jumps out of bed at the sudden feeling.

you feel like you’re being split open with rick ramming into you from behind. every thrust bounces you further up and down daryl’s cock. his hands find your braids. you braided your hair at night to lock in moisture not that rick didn’t love tugging on them so hard they unraveled.

stuffed to the hilt with cock, you’re finding it hard to think about anything else than the men pistoning you between them. all to sleep better. god knows they needed it though. the weight atlas had on his shoulders was nothing compared to what rick and daryl were saddled with.

at the very least, you could offer your ever accommodating pussy. it wouldn’t solve all of their problems but you could help.

and when they take such good care of you, how can you refuse?

circling back to your pleasure, rick reaches down to linger a finger or two strategically against your clit. you know it won’t be long for you once he maintains the same excruciating pace he liked to subject you to in order to get you coming twice on his cock; once to get started and once to finish him off.

after that, daryl would cum down your throat and bring you in for a heated kiss, nearly forcing you back into rick- still inside of you. eventually, rick’s pulling out to grab a soft towel to clean you off with while daryl lifts your hips for you so you can focus on his tongue between your teeth.

rick will bring over your favorite oversized sweatshirt of his to drown in. then you’ll be back, hugged to his chest.

daryl eventually rolls closer so you can lay your head on his chest. the position may require some reconfiguring as the night goes on but they’ll probably just shift you in your sleep so you don’t worry about it.

it won’t be long again until you’re waking up feeling needy or they are or you’re met with something hard beside you.

and this is why you love sleeping in the middle.

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twdxtrevor · 9 months

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I'll never get over these two, Andy and Norman <3

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lilgoblinbitch · 13 days

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Gossip 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

rick grimes x fem!reader

a/n: i based this fic on this post here! i might make a part 2 because i have some ideas in the back of my head of how i think this story could end up going eventually, but idk if i will write it yet. we'll see! also i made up the two random alexandrians in this story :)

summary: rick overhears you and some alexandrian women gossiping, and he decides to confront you.

warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption (reader gets drunk).

wc: 1.5k

“Spencer does not like me, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You scoffed, taking another sip of the pinot. This was your second glass, and your head was starting to buzz.

Two Alexandrian women became well acquainted with you, offering you a bottle of wine and some dinner after your first week in Alexandria. You decided “why the hell not.” You never really had great friends before the apocalypse and the only ones you had were the group you came in with, so it wouldn’t harm you to make more.

“Oh honey, did you not notice the way he was ogling you at Deanna’s party?” One of them asked — her name was Shannon. The other woman, Vivian, slightly chuckled, taking one last swig from her glass. She nodded, muttering something in agreement.

You sighed. “Even if he was checking me out, it’s not like I care anyway...”

The two women paused simultaneously, looking up at you with ‘bitch, HUH?’ written on their faces. “Y/n, Spencer is a beautiful man! He’s tall, handsome, and he’s around your age I believe,” Vivian gushed. You scowled, displeased at the comment.

You took another gulp from your glass, emptying the contents down your gullet and then setting it on the kitchen island. After licking your lips clean, you said, “Well, frankly, I don't really care if I’m being quite honest.” Your mind swirled with inebriated thoughts; you sort of had a love-hate relationship when it came to alcohol — it either made you perfectly giddy and sociable or very angsty and erratic. But that’s what it did to most people, anyway. Right now, it was making you angsty. “I have someone else on my mind.”

“Oh, my! Okay, who is it?” Shannon asked, her and Vivian both on the edge of their chairs anticipating what you were about to say — well, what they expected you to tell them, that is.

You thought for a moment; should you tell them? It seemed like they lived for that kind of gossip. But that could mean that they might spill your secret, and you weren't exactly ready for that. “I’ll tell you another time. I’m tired, gonna head to bed,” you stated, yawning as you got up from the stool you were seated on. The two women groaned in disappointment, like children who failed to convince their parents to take them to disney world.

After your friends left you strutted out of the kitchen, about to head upstairs when you heard a door open and shut. Instinctively you ran back to the kitchen to grab a knife to defend yourself from a possible intruder or walker, but before you could your body collided with something, or rather someone.

You cursed and looked up at the culprit; it was none other than Rick Grimes. “Rick, what the fuck! I could have stabbed you!” You scolded him, picking up the knife that clattered on the ground.

“You forget we live together?” He teased, taking a step back to get a good look at you. Your eyes were glassy and eyelids heavy — a telltale sign that you were drunk. Rick had experience pulling over a few drunkards back in his day as a cop, so he knew immediately without even having to smell the alcohol oozing from your breath that you weren’t sober.

You pushed a strand of hair out of your face, swallowing the excess saliva forming in your mouth. You mentally scolded yourself for drooling over a man, but this one was just too beautiful to not gawk at. The sound of Rick clearing his throat snapped you out of your trance and brought you back to reality. “No, no. I didn’t forget. I just…”

“You’re just drunk, right?” He chuckled, turning his head to look at the empty bottle of wine sitting on the dining room table. You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of your lip while trying to think of a plausible excuse.

“Look, I only had two glasses. Shannon and Vivian from a few houses down brought us a casserole and some pinot. Girls’ night. Sue me, Rick.” You slipped past him and headed to the kitchen, Rick hot on your tail. “There’s leftovers in the fridge, if you or Carl want any,” You said without turning around. When you got to the kitchen sink you started washing the dishes, but you frowned slightly, looking back up at Rick with worrying eyes.

“Shit. Did I wake the kids? Is that why you’re down here?” You turned off the faucet, wiping your hands hastily on a dry towel.

Rick shook his head. “No. Only I heard you. But you weren’t very quiet, and when I heard them leave that’s when I came down here,” he explained, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Your heart picked up its pace. ‘How much did he hear?’ You wondered. You pursed your lips and your eyes floated around the room, quite obviously avoiding his intense stare. He made you nervous. That sheriff always made you nervous, and part of the reason was because you were so utterly attracted to him.

Finally you brought your eyes back to his icy ones, which were studying your body. You blushed and bit your lip again — it was a nervous habit you could never seem to break. “You got a stain–” Rick pointed to the red stain on your shirt, just below your breasts, “Right there.”

You looked down at the stain, it was wine — dark red wine, at that. And you were wearing a white tank top. How convenient.

You looked back up at him, snorting in slight amusement. “Guess I shouldn’t have worn white, huh?”

He let out a low chuckle, showcasing his pearly smile. God, he was pretty. “Thought you knew better than that, Y/n,” he joked, standing back up fully to make his way over to you. Okay, now your heart was really beating fast.

When he was finally in front of you, face to face, you gulped. He smelled like the forest after a rainshower, and somehow he always did; it engulfed you like a tsunami. You berated yourself for getting so worked up over the smell of him, and just him in general. He was your leader, your friend. And he asked you to live with him and his children because he trusted you. Why were you acting like a cat in heat? ‘It’s the alcohol’, you convinced your mind, it had to be…

The silence was too loud. You had no idea what Rick was thinking right now; frankly, you never did. His poker face was always unreadable. But your tipsy brain gained a few confidence points, letting smugness wash over you.

“Whatcha thinking about, Grimes?” You shifted your weight to one leg and batted your lashes at the man in front of you. He only grinned, then glanced away momentarily only to stare back into your eyes.

“Y’know, I overheard the conversation,” Rick started, his chest steadily moving up and down as he breathed. One of his hands gripped the counter while the other was glued to his hip. Your eyes trailed up and down his tanned veiny arms, taking in his manliness.

“Mhm. And?” You kept your composure, not wanting to let Rick taunt you; you knew you talked pretty loud when you were tipsy or drunk but it’s not like you said anything negative about him or anyone.

“You girls like to gossip, huh?”

“Well, yeah. We’re women,” you joked, cracking a smile and trying to ease the tension a bit. “What are you trying to get at?” Rick never bothered to indulge in any girl gossip you, Rosita, and Maggie used to partake in, so why was he so invested now?

Little did you know, he was always invested in literally anything you had to say.

Rick licked his lips and exhaled through his nose. “Heard you talking about liking someone. Is it anyone I know?”

He smirked when he noticed how red you turned. Your face would have matched the stain on your shirt if it was a few shades darker. “I– I don’t…” Of course now was the time to choke on your words, right when you were using every fiber of your being to keep your poise in check. But goddamnit, Rick just had to be a sly and cocky bastard.

“I don’t remember even saying anything about that, Rick.”

His smirk never faded. You wanted to slap it off his face, then kiss the hell out of him.

He tilted his head to the side a bit, furrowing his brows as if to challenge your statement. “Really?”

You nodded and crossed your arms right over the stain. ‘Deny, deny, deny,’ You repeated in your head.

But he didn’t buy your bullshit. He brought his hand to your cheek, fingers barely grazing your skin as if he was afraid he’d scare you away. Your breath hitched in your throat and subsequently dropped your arms to your sides, separating your lips to say something. However, nothing came out.

“Well, I think I know your secret, Y/n. Answer seems pretty clear to me.” His voice almost came out as a growl from how low and raspy it was. Goosebumps awakened all across the surface of your body. You were tongue tied.

“I’m the one on your mind, aren’t I?”

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Rick Grimes Season 1 appreciation sketch!!! 😩🤌💕

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olive3oil · 9 months

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Girl dinner 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

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rickydixky · 9 months

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After Hours • Rick Grimes

a/n • y'all holy shit...this is pretty hardcore. Also if you want to be in a tag list when I drop smut just comment or repost <3. Also sorry if my grammar is ass, I haven't written in a while.

warnings • 18+ ONLY, Dark Rick, filthy smut, daddy kink, slut/whore kink, choking, slapping, oral (m!receiving), throat fucking, hair pulling.

summary • since you want to open your mouth and talk back, Rick has ideas on how to make that mouth more useful.

wc • 2.5 k

“Rick I told you for the thousandth time, I have shit I need to do!” You yelled as he asked you to take over one of his shifts tomorrow. “Like what y/n!” He replied tilting his head to the side. You hated when he acted like this. Like he was in control, like he knew everything. Times like this just made you want to slap the shit out of him. “Don’t play fucking dumb Rick! I have a job to do Rick! I have kids to look after Rick! I have to make sure everyone has there head screwed on right so shit doesn’t hit the fan! Meanwhile you are out and just jacking off with Daryl! I don’t want to hear shit from you Rick! You hear me!”

Rick just stared at you. You noticed that he clinched his jaw and balled up his hands into a fist. You stared back giving him the same treatment. You weren’t scared of him and he didn’t own you. He wanted to but it was difficult to make you budge. This is what happens when two leaders decide they want to mess around. Tension always builds up between two strong leaders.

Rick unclenched his jaw and unraveled his fist. He closed his eyes and sighed. He then looked right back at you. Why did he look so calm all of a sudden? Why isn’t he yelling back at me? He looked at you, his face relaxed. You then saw the corner of his mouth creep up forming a smirk. “You better watch who you are talking to pumpkin.” He said in a soft tone.

You felt his words cut through you. And your heart instantly started to race. “Or what Rick. You aren’t gonna do a fucking thing.” You said with a stern face, but you knew it was all a façade. You were trying to keep it together because you knew what he was capable of. How he was able to ruin you in a matter of seconds.

When he was like this he was intense. It was too much to handle at times but you liked it. You always felt in control but it was exhilarating to not be especially with Rick.

Your eyes followed him as me moved closer. All you could do was freeze and watch his movements. With every step he became closer to you, making you weak. He kept eye contact as he moved forward. Making you feel so helpless and needy.

“I’m not gonna do anything hmm?” Rick whispered in your ear. From your peripheral you could see the huge smirk on his face. He was enjoying every single moment of this and so were you. The room fell silent as you didn’t respond. Ricks head just tilts to the side and looks at you. You make eye contact with him.

“Answer me!” He yells while grabbing a hold of your neck. This forced you to collide with the wall behind you. As a reflex, you gasp for air as you feel his fingertips tighten around your throat. The devilish smirk on his face turns stern as you continue to stay silent. When you didn't obey him this turned him on way too much.

He could feel his jeans get tighter as you looked at him. Those pretty eyes staring into his soul made him weak. But he had to snap out of it to teach you a lesson. You were out of line today and that wasn't going to go unpunished.

"Since you want to act naughty, I'm going to treat you like the whore you are." He whispered in your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine. This was happening right here in the living room. In this house while people were asleep. The thought of someone catching the both of you made your heart race even more.

Rick let go of your throat and looked down at his pants. You looked down as well and followed his hands as he unbuckled his belt. He trailed his fingers to his button and slowly unbuttoned his pants. You were so eager to see him again that you reached for his pants. "Bad girl," you heard him mutter under his breath before he slapped your hands. A soft whimper escaped your lips as you looked back up at him. "Daddy is in control remember that," he says causing you to respond with "Yes Daddy." This brought a smirk to his face because he knew that you would do anything for him now.

"Such a needy little slut for daddy hmm?" he asked as he slowly unzipped his pants. His dick was glued to his jeans so that you could see his print. The thought of him ramming into you drove you insane. You looked up at him and nodded vigorously. A chuckle came from Rick as he watched you become so helpless.

"Get on your knees," he demanded and you obeyed. You slid down to your knees and made direct eye contact with his bulge. You put your hands on your lap and looked up at him. You were fighting the urge to take his dick out of his underwear but you knew that wasn't what you were supposed to be doing.

You saw Rick curl his fingers around the waistband of his jeans and underwear. You instantly placed yourself in position to suck him off. When he slid them down the tip of his dick slapped you on your lips. You imminently licked your lips to you could taste him.

You look and see Rick reach for the back of your head. He wraps your hair in a ponytail with his fingers and grabs his shaft with the other hand. "Are you sorry baby girl? For talking to Daddy like that?" You looked up and saw that smirk on his face again. "No," you replied. You felt a sting on your right cheek as Rick slapped his hard dick across your cheek. "Try again whore." Rick aggressively said. This made your pussy throb with excitement as he used you.

"No Daddy," you moaned. He followed that response with another slap on your face. "Dirty slut," he remarked as you moaned again to his dick being slapped across your cheek. He pulled your head further away from his dick and a slight whimper escaped your lips. "Try again," he says as he lines his dick up with your mouth. "Yes, Daddy I'm sorry," you said staring into his eyes. This made his cock twitch in his hands sending him over the edge.

"Good girl, now open your mouth." He demanded and you obeyed. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth. “Uh-uh, look up at me princess.” He whispered. Your eyes immediately snapped open, looking directly at him. “Suck it up buttercup.” Rick said with a menacing smirk on his face. He guided your head closer to his dick. And with one movement your lips were wrapped around Ricks swollen head.

Rick slowly moves your head closer inward making you open wider to fit all of him inside your mouth. You flick your tongue on his shaft feeling all his veins. Then Rick forces his dick down your throat. “Good girl.” Rick muttered as he saw his whole dick disappear into your mouth.

He slowly guides your head in and out causing him to throw his head back at the sensation of your lips sliding up and down his cock. “You dirty little slut. Right here in the living room?” He grunts and you respond with a moan that vibrates on his dick. His words did wonders to you, making your pussy soaking wet. Making you filled with desire and desperation. You wanted him, you needed him.

Rick looked down and your eyes met. He stopped moving your head and placed both of his hands on the back on your head. He then started to thrust his cock into you mouth. Going slow at first and then slowly picking up the pace. You felt his dick slide in and out of your throat causing you to roll your eyes in the back of your head, followed by a gargled moan. You felt your saliva trail down your chin as he continued to thrust harder and deeper into your mouth.

“Rick I told you for the thousandth time, I have shit I need to do!” You yelled as he asked you to take over one of his shifts tomorrow. “Like what y/n!” He replied, tilting his head to the side. You hated when he acted like this. Like he was in control like he knew everything. Times like this just made you want to slap the shit out of him. “Don’t play fucking dumb Rick! I have a job to do Rick! I have kids to look after Rick! I have to make sure everyone has their head screwed on right so shit doesn’t hit the fan! Meanwhile, you are out and just jacking off with Daryl! I don’t want to hear shit from you Rick! You hear me!”

Rick just stared at you. You noticed that he clenched his jaw and balled up his hands into a fist. You stared back giving him the same treatment. You weren’t scared of him and he didn’t own you. He wanted to but it was challenging to make you budge. This is what happens when two leaders decide they want to mess around. Tension always builds up between two strong leaders.

You felt his words cut through you. And your heart instantly started to race. “Or what Rick? You aren’t gonna do a fucking thing.” You said with a stern face, but you knew it was all a facade. You were trying to keep it together because you knew what he was capable of. How he was able to ruin you in a matter of seconds.

When he was like this he was intense. It was too much to handle at times but you liked it. You always felt in control but it was exhilarating to not be especially with Rick.

Your eyes followed him as he moved closer. All you could do was freeze and watch his movements. With every step he became closer to you, making you weak. He kept eye contact as he moved forward. Making you feel so helpless and needy.

“I’m not gonna do anything hmm?” Rick whispered in your ear. From your peripheral, you could see the huge smirk on his face. He was enjoying every single moment of this and so were you. The room fell silent as you didn’t respond. Rick's head just tilts to the side and looks at you. You make eye contact with him.

You saw Rick curl his fingers around the waistband of his jeans and underwear. You instantly placed yourself in a position to suck him off. When he slid them down the tip of his dick slapped you on your lips. You imminently licked your lips to you could taste him.

"Good girl, now open your mouth." He demanded and you obeyed. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth. “Uh-uh, look up at me princess.” He whispered. Your eyes immediately snapped open, looking directly at him. “Suck it up buttercup,” Rick said with a menacing smirk on his face. He guided your head closer to his dick. And with one movement your lips were wrapped around Rick's swollen head.

Rick slowly moves your head closer inward making you open wider to fit all of him inside your mouth. You flick your tongue on his shaft feeling all his veins. Then Rick forces his dick down your throat. “Good girl,” Rick muttered as he saw his whole dick disappear into your mouth.

He slowly guides your head in and out causing him to throw his head back at the sensation of your lips sliding up and down his cock. “You dirty little slut. Right here in the living room?” He grunts and you respond with a moan that vibrates on his dick. His words did wonders for you, making your pussy soaking wet. Making you filled with desire and desperation. You wanted him, you needed him.

Rick looked down and your eyes met. He stopped moving your head and placed both of his hands on the back of your head. He then started to thrust his cock into your mouth. Going slow at first and then slowly picking up the pace. You felt his dick slide in and out of your throat causing you to roll your eyes in the back of your head, followed by a gargled moan. You felt your saliva trail down your chin as he thrust harder and deeper into your mouth.

You then heard a loud pop and the feeling of your empty mouth. You look up at Rick and he was panting heavily. “Get up.” He demands. You were hesitant because the view of Rick hovering over you excited you. But you did as you were told and rose to your feet and waited for your next order. Rick wipes the saliva off your chin and plants a kiss on your lips. You moan into the kiss as he grabs onto your breast. The kiss gets more intense as you move your hands to the back of his neck. You push him closer wanting him to taste every inch of you. Rick cursed softly to himself as he pushed away to catch his breath.

“Where do you want me?” you breathed looking into his eyes. In response, he bit his lower lip and his eyes wandered around your body. You were giving yourself to him openly and he loved that. He loved the idea of you begging to be fucked like the good girl you are. You could tell he was fantasizing about something by the way he looked at you. And you knew he was going to get what he wanted.

He turned around and his eyes wandered around the living room. Where were his eyes going to land you wondered. The couch? The floor? The coffee table? You couldn’t tell what he was going to pick and this was making you even more needy. His eyes were then glued to the window. “Walk over there sweetie,” he demanded as he pointed at the glass window. You obeyed and walked near the window. His eyes watched you as you walked while slowly following behind you.

“Doesn't the moon look beautiful,” he whispered into your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. You then felt his lips touch your neck causing you to move your head slightly to the side. You closed your eyes and felt him trail kisses down your neck. You moaned in pleasure at the sensation of him being so close to you. But Rick wasn't close enough. Rick slid his hands down to the hem of your pants, wrapping his fingers around the band of your pants and panties. A soft whimper escaped your lips as he slowly slid them down your thighs.

You open your eyes and looked at Rick through the reflection of the window. “Such a needy girl for Daddy hm?” he whispered in your ear. You felt your core tighten at his words. Jesus, he was so good at turning you on. He looked up and your eyes met in the reflection of the window making you instantly reply back to him. “Yes, I need you,” you whispered back to him with desperation in your eyes. “Good girl,” he said moving his fingers towards your entrance. You felt one finger slip between your folds and you couldn’t help but moan loudly. Then you felt two of Rick's fingers sliding on your slick entrance. He slowly started rubbing circles on your clit making you throw your head back. You were so sensitive and it was showing.

“So wet,” Rick whispered in your ear. His fingers were then withdrawn from your entrance and moved toward his mouth. You watched as he licked his fingers clean. You couldn’t help but moan at the sight. You then felt Rick’s hand on your back as he pushed you up against the window.

As a reflex, you placed both of your hands on the glass window. Rick moved his hands against your side, sending shivers down your spine. You felt his dick slap against your core causing you to whimper. Rick saw this as an invitation to finally give you what you wanted. Rick moved one of his hands to the base of his dick so he could line up with your entrance.

You felt your pussy separate as he pressed his tip in you. You hold in your moans but you can't help little noises escaping your mouth. “So tight for me baby,” You hear Rick mutter and you respond with “Just for you.” And with that, Rick thrust all of him inside of you. This time you don't repress the moan and let it echo through the living room.

There you were again. Being dominated by Rick in the nastiest way possible. You felt eyes watching you as Rick started to thrust faster into you. “Such a good slut for daddy,” he whispered as he slapped your ass. A pretty loud moan escaped your lips at his actions. Rick watched his handprint form on your cheek, causing it to turn red. He slapped your ass harder causing your walls to clench around his dick. “Dirty whore,” he grunted causing your eyes to roll back.

In one swift movement, you felt your head jerk back. Rick grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it. “Don’t cum yet, not until I tell you to.” He whispered in your ear. The way he treated you didn’t make it any better. You were so close and you had to hold out. Rick started to thrust in you faster causing your legs to shake. You took your hand off the window and covered your mouth. The amount of pleasure you were feeling was unbearable.

Rick snatched your hand away from your mouth and folded it behind your back. “Let them hear how good I’m fucking you right now,” Rick demanded. Just like the good girl you are you obeyed, letting your moans escape from your lips and letting the noise echo throughout the house. This pushed Rick over the edge. You being obedient towards him was what he loved.

He looked down and watched how your pussy clenched around his dick with every thrust. He focuses on the sensation of your being against him causing him to moan. He saw the way your legs shook and he knew that you were extremely close. And so was he. He unclenched his fingers around your hair and moved them to your waist. “Baby you feel so good, I’m gonna cum.” he moans. He slows his thrust down and you know he is about to burst.

You push off of him and get on your knees. You wrap your hand around his dick and open your mouth. You move your hands up and down his shaft as he looks at you in the eyes. “Cum deep in my throat,” you demand as you put his dick in your mouth and start sucking. “Y/N!” you heard Rick moan loudly causing you to take all of him in your mouth. You felt warm liquid coat your throat as you saw Rick's eyes roll back. When he was done cumming you didn’t stop sucking causing him to go into overstimulation. Rick threw his head back and started to shake as you continued to suck. You slid his dick out of your mouth and looked up at him.

“Good boy,” you said as a smirk started to form.

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