#rick twd

Everyone inside the walls were clean shaved and quite naive but this man’s eyes had a darker side, he had seen things. It made you nervous but it also excited you. 

The twang of his voice made your heart skip a beat, you heard him speak in passing since that day but you hadn’t mustered up the confidence to speak to him alone. 

So you don’t, continuing to watch from the sidelines as he navigates his way around the group. Some of them are not giving him a warm welcome. 

This didn’t seem to phase him, you began to notice who he was closest to in his own group. Carol had been friendly towards you, briefly introducing you to Daryl who grunted in your direction.  

He made you nervous in a different way to Rick. You were intrigued by Rick, the way he didn’t instantly accept his role as the town’s police officer but he looked so good doing it. 

How he quietly observed everyone, just as you were watching him. His eyes flickered onto yours, holding your gaze which made your cheeks flush red as you tried to hold your composure. 

You secretly hoped you weren’t holding your emotions on your face as you tried to ignore the pull towards him. 

It was only a crush, right? 

You weren’t imagining how his lips would feel on yours, how his rough hands felt grazing your soft skin. Over your breasts—

Legs trembling as you bent down to lift up the basket of fruit, heavily exhaled as your composure was clearly ruined simply by your dirty thoughts.

 A single word hadn’t shifted between you both and yet, the crush was blossoming in your chest. Every glance made your stomach flutter. 

Since he had shaved his beard, there was a hidden glow where the thickness had once been. 

He patrolled the streets cautiously, still observing the town you Iived in. He didn't approach him and you noticed that people didn’t approach him, everything was still rather hostile.

Even though a few weeks had passed, you still didn't have the nerve to speak to him. 

Today your shift at the pantry was in the evening rather than the morning, feeling off kilter as you organised the stock. Between you and Olivia, it was run like a tight ship. 

The evening shifts were easier, the quietest with a few people popping in for their dinner prep or breakfast prep. You often focused on stock take and rotation during this type of shift, it was shorter than the morning as the demand was higher so more items needed replacing after lunch.

You hadn’t seen Rick in a few days even though you haven’t spoken, the scenarios didn’t disappear from your mind. The glances exchanged between you, from that first meeting. 

The way the sun glistened against his blue eyes, how he tipped his hat when he walked past the pantry. Not directly at you but his eyes lingered longer than necessary. 

This made your stomach flip whenever you saw those brown cowboy boots. 

That familiar sound of the heel against the concrete flooring, your back was turned holding onto a can of peaches. Breathing shakily as you tried to contain your excitement. 

“Hi darlin’ ” his voice was quiet, hovering behind you. 

This made you nervous, it took you a few moments to place the can back on the shelf and turn around. 

“Didn’t mean to make ya jump” he chuckled, hands on his hips as you looked at him. 

Cheeks flushed red at the twang in his voice, his eyes boring into yours. The light blue reflecting off the evening sun, matching the faint colouring of his uniform. 

You smiled politely, glancing down at his fingers which were gripping onto his gun holster by his hips. 

“Oh hi” you squeaked, redness tinting your ears. 

“So? You work here?” His question was curious, picking up one of the cans. 

He studied the contents for a brief second before his eyes landed back on yours. 

“Uh huh” you nodded, suddenly realising that you were at a loss for words. 

This was rare, you weren’t the chattiest of people but you usually kept basic small talk. 

And then Rick said something that made you quiver, 

In a low husky voice, stepping even closer to you. His eyes burnt into you, setting fire to the emotions in your stomach. 

“Use your words, little one’’ 

You let out a gasp, a mixture of shock and minor arousal. If you struggled before to compose yourself with just your thoughts, this was a whole different ball game. 

He seemed to like that your reaction to his comment was somewhat nonexistent, the edge of his lips turning in delight. 

“Yes, Rick. I do work here” your voice shuddered as his attention didn’t falter. 

Leaning forward once more, his lips inches away from your ear and your jawline. His breath hot on your skin, goosebumps shot across your skin. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” His eyes releveling in his pleasure at making you squirm. 

Shaking your head in response, your eyes snapping towards movement outside. His demeanour changed instantly, a flicker of a smile lingering on his lips as he took a step backwards. 

‘’Well, I’ll see you around. Darlin’ ” the twang hitting a little harder than the first time he spoke. 

As you tucked the key into your pocket, double checking the locks before heading back to your house. It was dark now, the pantry was never open long during the evenings so not much time had passed since Rick had been standing with you. 

The reoccurring flutter in your lower stomach as your mind drifted to him, the chunk of the keys hitting the inside of your trousers as you walked. 

It was quiet in the streets of Alexandria, the guards in the tower had slowly changed since the group’s arrival but you didn’t enquire much into that. 

Secretly hoping for Rick to appear as you rounded the corner towards the row of houses, a few lights flickered along the terraces and in the bedrooms. 

You had overheard that Rick had yet to move into his own house, the group still shared the living room of one of the acquired houses. This made you curious, it had been a long time since you had experienced the proper feel of family. 

The next day came quickly, finally a Saturday you weren’t required to work. Noise from outside awoke you as light bellowed through the thin curtains of your bedroom, groaning as you tried to roll over and ignore it. 

But the noise was more persistent, realising you wouldn’t get more sleep than you had. You peered out the window, Rick’s group were discussing loudly together in front of the houses. 

Your window ajar, you pressed your ear as close as you could get without being caught and listened. 

“Look Daryl, Michonne is right. I want to give this place a try, for the sake of Judith and Carl. I want Carl to experience peace and I’d like Judith to grow up like her brother did” his voice was low but firm. 

As Daryl grunted a reply that was barely legible for your hearing at this distance, you stupidly decided to take a peek. Instantly meeting those blue eyes, his hands tucked into his pocket and a flicker of a smirk. 

He had seen you. 

With a eek, you pushed the curtains closed and pressed your back against the wall. Heart racing as you tried to hide away from view. 

The sound of feet moving downstairs made you relax for a second, peeling yourself away from the wall as their figures were no longer facing your house. 

As you pattered sleepily downstairs, coffee on the brain. You were startled to hear a soft rattle against the door, gasping in shock. 

Only dressed in skimpy shorts and a loose white tank top, you froze. Holding your breath as the sound of the kettle boiling filled the large kitchen. 

It was too late to ignore them now. 

You still hovered at the door as you looked at their frame, instantly recognising his build and his thick hands clutching his holster. And if you were expecting anyone, it definitely wasn’t him. 

“Hi Rick, I’ve just made coffee if you fancied some?” You smiled innocently. 

A twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he accepted your invitation and stepped inside, taking in your decor. You had tried to make the place homey, through innovative ideas with what you had to hand. It wasn’t perfect but you liked it. 

As you let the hot water on the instant coffee, everytime you made your coffee all you could think of was the espresso coffee you used to enjoy. It felt like an age ago, your back pressed against the counter to face Rick. 

Rick was clearly impressed by it, your cheeks flushing as you noticed him examining the items on the kitchen counter. You had some perks from working in Alexandria’s pantry, Olivia allowed you to take a little extra than others especially it was a slow evening. Sometimes the items had been sitting there for too long. 

‘Sugar?’’ you asked, wanting to break the silence with something easy. 

Feeling slightly curious about the foreign topic of how Rick used to take his coffee, it was something that you once used to die to know about when you fancied someone. The word ‘fancied’ rolling around in your mind, there it was. The thing that you didn’t dare to admit to yourself but it was true. 

As he nodded, mumbling a thank you as you emptied a little bit of milk into both cups and the metal vibrations of the teaspoon hitting the ceramic mug and turning back to face him. He was closer now, his hand grazing yours when you passed the mug between your hands/ 

You tried to deny the sparks that flew between the light touch, you cleared your throat and blew on your coffee. Rick not taking a step back, not giving you the space that you weren’t even sure you truly wanted. It had taken you weeks to even be in the same room as him and now you were overthinking if he fancied you back. 

His comments from the other night had replayed continuously as you laid in bed, sending flutters to your low region. As you looked up at him through your eyelashes now, you felt your breath was taken away by his teasing blue eyes staring back at you. Holding your gaze longer than necessary. 

‘’I can’t remember the last time I had a cup of coffee’’ he mumbled into his mug, the sip of coffee evidently burning his tongue.

Water briefly filled his eyes as he swallowed the hot liquid without a noise, it was hot. How he could act so nonchalantly about the coffee burning the inside of his mouth and not take his eyes off you. 

You wondered what he’d be like if his tongue was elsewhere, licking the inside of your thighs. 

Would his eye contact be so strong? Would he moan or shudder louder than he did with the coffee? 

Clearing your throat once more, Rick’s eyebrows narrowed at the noise. You were aware that it had been twice you had done that, secretly hoping that Rick didn’t notice but it appeared that his focus had never lingered away from you. 

‘Something on your mind? Little one?’ he asked curiously, there was a playful expression on his face after he spoke. 

Yes, the idea of him eating you out in the middle of this kitchen. The coffee went cold on the counter whilst your ass was perched on the edge, his nails digging into your skin as his teeth bit down your thighs until he reached your trembling core. Begging for him to touch you, taste you. 

But you didn’t dare speak a word of that, 

‘’Just how nice the sun looks in the morning’’ you lied into the corner of the mug, pushing it in between your lips. 

‘’Liar’’ his voice was deep, his eyes twinkling as he placed the mug next to your side. 

Heart hammering into your chest, your eyes fluttering at his words. How could he tell you were lying, just by looking at you? 

‘’No--No’’ you stumbled on your words, the mug still held tightly between your hands. 

‘’I think it’s cute, how shy you get around me’’ his lips were inches away from your ear, hovering just below the side of your neck. 

Your body trembled as he was even closer now, your eyes flickered down to his lip. Chapped and raw, he probably hasn’t kissed someone in a very long time and that made you weak to the knees. 

‘’Rick’’ you felt yourself whine, his hands were pinching under your chin. 

Lifting your face up towards his, his lips were inches away from kissing you. Your mug was clutching tightly between your chest, the pain was slightly hurting as it dug into your soft skin but that didn’t matter. 

Not when you were this close to kissing someone you really, really wanted to kiss.  

You felt his body shake against yours, he still hadn’t kissed you. It was painful to be this close to his lip without any solid action. The only person you had kissed was Spencer and that was on a drunken night when you felt sorry for him, this was different. 

The fire burning in your lower stomach was making your thighs sticky, his rough touch against your soft cheeks was making you melt. And yet, you heard him groan, his eyes tightly closed before he released you from his grip and slowly took a step away. 

Leaning over you to pour the contents of his mug into the sink, lingering his body inches away from yours but he didn’t lean any closer and he definitely didn’t kiss you. 

You visibly sighed, feeling rather disappointed. The heat building up inside that you was slowly being doused and put out by his dismissal. You weren’t one to beg for a man to kiss you. 

It was only a kiss and he wasn’t the only man in Alexandria. He just happened to be the one that made you nervous and the one who had started this fire inside you. The one who you kept your thoughts racing throughout the day and met you in your filthy and disgusting dreams. 

Sighing to yourself, your mind began to wonder. Maybe he wasn’t as attracted to you as you thought. 

‘’Hope you enjoyed your coffee’’ you spat out, biting your lip after you spoke. 

Feeling bitter at the situation unfolding both in your mind and in reality, you fancied him from the moment you saw him so the mixed signals were driving you insane. 

His back was facing you, his mug was sitting in the sink with no remainder of coffee. His palms were pressed against the counter, there was clearly something on his mind that he wasn’t sharing but you weren’t the one to deal with baggage. Spencer had a lot of that and from day one you had let your intentions clear but this felt different with Rick. 

Surprising you, he spun around. The mug clattering against the floor, between your feet as his hands clutched onto your cheeks and pushed your lips onto his and he kissed you. 

It was passionate and rough, his tongue slipping through the gap between your lips. Your back was pressed harder against the counter, the broken mug was stepped on by Rick’s cowboy boots as you melted into the kiss. 

A soft moan escaped from your mouth, it met Rick’s deeper moan as your shaking hands lifted up to the gap between his stomach and his skirt. 

Breathless, pink cheeked and grinning like two teenagers. His forehead resting onto yours, the morning sun highlighting the brown flecks of his curls as he stared into your eyes. 

‘’I hope you enjoyed your coffee’’ he mocked you with a teasing smile, his hands sliding down your cheeks and gripping onto your neck. 

You laughed at his attempt at impersonating you, still close together until he kissed you once more. Softer this time and his attention flickered down to the shards of china scattering at your feet. 

‘’We gotta tidy this up, we don’t want you to hurt yourself now. Do we, little one?’’ his voice was slightly condescending, dropping to his knees in an instant. 

You shuddered quietly as you watched him, his eyes looked up at you from between your legs. He seemed to fit perfectly in that position as he carefully picked up each individual shard, knocking against your thighs. A silent order for you to separate your legs, your eyes unmoving from his. It was hot to see him slowly pick each item up so close to your throbbing core. 

You had a feeling that he wasn’t the type of guy who had been on his knees often but he took on the role easily. With a smirk, he clutched the broken shards with his left hand and as he slowly began to stand up, his right hand slid up your thigh until he stopped just above your soaked panties. 

Leaning again to empty the pieces into the sink, his hand in the same place and his lips brushing your jaw as you felt yourself shudder. And it was as if the universe was doing everything in its power to stop you and Rick, there was a loud knock on the door. 

That playful smirk on his face as Rick studied you, he could feel the heat just with his fingers. Licking his lips as he turned to look at the door, they were definitely not looking for you. 

‘’Duty calls darlin’ I’ll come and find you later’’ he teased, his pupils pulsating as he painfully peeled himself away from you. 

Just to tease you further, he positioned his fingers above your pajamas shorts and flicked your clit. Watching as you whimpered, pushing your body towards him for more but all he did was shake his head with a wink. 

At the door, he loudly spoke into the kitchen. 

“Thanks for the report” his eyes lingered on your collarbones. 

A subtle wink in your direction before switching it up with a nod and he swung the door open, pushing whoever at the door out of your house and left you alone. 

Letting out a breath, his words echoed in your mind as you were left with the remnants in the kitchen sink and the promise of more later on in the day. 

Smiling to yourself, you tried to hide your excitement as you collected the shards that had brushed his fingers. Maybe your mind was playing with you,

Rick Grimes did in fact want you. 

You couldn’t help yourself though, it’s been quite a while since you’ve been able to drink. Not to mention the need to quell your anxiety about even being here in the first place.

And then there was Rick.

Rick, who you’ve been in love with since the farm. Rick, who has danced around you almost like he was afraid of his feelings. Rick, who told you you’re too young for him.

Rick, who has been sticking close to Jessie since you all got here.

You watched him from across Deanna’s living room, smiling as he drank whiskey and chatted with the beautiful woman.

It made your chest hurt.

You’re too young. I’m almost twice your age.

It also made your head spin.

I will break your fucking legs if I have to, if you push me to, in order to keep you from going. You understand?

The difference between his words of youth and the way he looked at you after his threat were stark. Leaving you confused, especially now.

Rick had apologized to you, back in Noah’s old community, after the two of you split off from Glenn and Michonne.

“You know I would never hurt you, right?” He said, not meeting your eye.

You nodded, “I know.”

The way Rick’s shoulders slumped after that told you how much he regretted what he said. Yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that, if a similar situation presented itself, he would do it again.

That had to mean something, right?

And yet…

“So, how did you end up with Rick and the rest of your group?” Spencer asks, breaking you from your thoughts.

After taking another long pull from your quickly depleting glass of wine, you answer, “Well i’ve known some of them since the beginning of all this, like Glenn and Rick. Others we’ve met along the way. And we’re not just a group, we’re a family.”

Spencer nodded and held his hands up in mock surrender, “My bad, your family. Everyone in this community has become something like a family too, but I doubt it’s the same as yours.”

“No offense but, yeah, it’s not the same.” You chuckle and are relieved when he does too.

After a moment Spencer leans in a little closer, and you’re just drunk enough to let him, “You know, you guys were pretty scary looking when you first came in.”

Giggling again you raise an eyebrow at him, “Really?”

“Yeah, especially Rick-“ Spencer’s sentence is cut off by the call of your name, and you turn to see Rick. He’s not looking at you though, despite addressing you, his eyes are pinned to Spencer.

“Speak of the devil.” You chuckle, turning yourself so you can face both men, “We were just talking about you.”

“Were you now?” Rick says, his voice deep and the smile he wore not meeting his eyes.

You could tell something was off, you’d seen that look on Rick’s face before, but your drunken mind ignored it, “Yeah, apparently everyone was scared of you when we first got here.”

“Really?” Rick replied, eyes still pinned on Spencer, “No reason to be, unless you cross me, of course.”

There was a threat hidden in there, and when you turned to look at Spencer you noticed just how pale he was, “You know, I actually forgot that I was supposed to help my brother with something in the kitchen. It was great talking to the both of you though.”

“You too.” Rick replied before you could, and then Spencer was gone, like he was never even there in the first place.

You turned and frowned at Rick, “What was that?”

“Nothing.” He grumbled, polishing off the glass of whiskey you hadn’t realized he had, before finally looking at you, “Just don’t talk to him anymore.”

Your eyes widen in surprise before narrowing at Rick, “And why not?”

“Because.” Rick all but growls, his eyes hardening, jaw clenching, obviously telling you to just drop it and listen to him.

But you’re now officially four glasses of wine deep and pissed off, “I can talk to whoever I want. Now why don’t you go back to flirting with Jessie and leave me alone.”

You turn to walk away, maybe go find Deanna’s sons in the kitchen and really try to piss Rick off, but Ricks hand quickly wraps around your bicep and pulls you around to face him again, “Don’t.”

The word is spit at you, and this whole situation reminds you of that moment in the woods. A threat you haven’t been able to forget about no matter how hard you try. Hating the way it affects you in a way it really shouldn’t.

Glaring right back at him you rip your arm from his grip, “Fuck this, i’m going back to the house.”

You get away this time, stumbling a little as you go, only hearing a frustrated call of your name behind you.

The cool night air is nice against your heated skin. You didn’t even realize you were that warm until you stepped out.

The walk back to the houses Deanna gave you guys is slow. You stumble your way through the sidewalks of the suburban paradise, trying to calm the anger that bubbles under your skin.

The nerve of that asshole.

About half way there, you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. You already know who it is before you turn around, being able to make out the sound of those boots even drunk.

Just as you suspected, Rick is quickly approaching, almost jogging in order to catch up with you.

“Go away, Rick.”

“You shouldn’t walk around alone at night drunk.” Rick snaps, finally making it to you to walk just a step behind you. Like he’s guarding you.

“Even drunk I can take on any of these sheltered kids.” You scoff, trying to ignore his presence.

“Still-“

“Still what, Rick?” You snap, whirling around to glare at him. “You’re drunk too, hypocrite, so it’s not much better.”

“Quit acting like a child.” Rick hisses, his nose doing that scrunching thing it does when he’s extra angry.

“I’m acting like a child? Me?!”

“Yes-“

“You’re the one who scared off a guy for simply talking to me!” You shout, way too loud for the still of the night. “Despite the fact that you have been flirting with someone all night!”

“I wasn’t flirting with Jessie.” Rick says, getting closer to you.

You back away from him though, trying to keep a healthy distance so that your anger doesn’t fizzle out from just his proximity, “Yeah right, you’ve been plastered to her since we fucking got here.”

When he doesn’t respond, your heart sinks, so you continue on, having nothing to lose, “Why do you even care if I talk to a cute guy anyway, huh? Thought I was “too young” for you.”

Rick was closing the distance again, grabbing both of your arms, forcing you to stay. “Stop.”

There’s that tone again.

“You know,” You start with a humorless chuckle, “For a guy who claims to not want me, you sure have a funny way of showing it.”

“I never said I didn’t want you.” He snapped, face so close to yours you could smell the whiskey on his breath.

Your eyes widen, his eyes widen, and you speak before he gets the chance to backpedal, “Then do something to keep me. Something that isn’t threatening to break my legs.”

It’s silent for a long, agonizing time. Rick just staring at you, still holding your arms and keeping you close. Your warm breaths fog in the cold night air, fanning each other’s faces and the tension is so palpable you can almost taste it.

Then suddenly he’s moving, stepping around you and gripping your wrist to tug you the rest of the way to the house. You wordlessly stumble after him, even without his grip you would follow him.

Once the two of you make it to the house, Rick all but drags you up the porch steps. The front door opens and closes so fast you don’t even register entering the house until your back is pressed against the wood. The loud slamming of the door gives you both pause, waiting and listening to see if any of your family had slipped away from the party early too.

The lack of response leaves the two of you staring at each other in the quiet again. Instead this time it isn’t in the cool night air, but inside a warm house that continues to grow warmer.

With Rick crowding you against the door, hot alcohol tinged breath’s mixing, and his eyes flicking down to your lips, you couldn’t help but beg, “Please.”

And finally, finally, Rick Grimes leans down and kisses you.

It’s slow at first, just a solid press of lips as you both sigh into it. Then he begins to move his lips against yours, running his tongue along the seam, and you kiss back, opening your mouth for him. The mixing taste of wine and whiskey makes your head dizzy and you moan, bringing your arms up to wrap around his shoulders.

Rick groans, his hands coming up to grip your waist, pulling you closer. His hands slide around your back, down over your ass, squeezing it in a way that makes your breath hitch into his mouth, before slipping down to grab the back of your thighs. You instinctually jump, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands tighten their hold on you, keeping you up, and your back hits the door again.

The kiss quickly grows desperate, your fingers tugging at his freshly cut hair, missing his curls. Rick makes a deep noise in the back of his throat and removes his lips from yours, dragging them down your jaw to lick at your throat.

You moan embarrassingly loud, pulling him closer, “Bedroom, please, need you.”

Rick nods against your neck, taking one last moment to suck a nice red mark on the curve of your jaw, and takes a step back. You tuck yourself closer, letting Rick look at where he’s going, using the opportunity to kiss and lick and suck on his neck. His hold on you tightens, and he slides a hand across your ass, holding you with one arm as he starts up the stairs.

You press a wet, open mouth kiss against his pulse and Rick stumbles a little. He reaches out to find balance on the railing, hissing out “shit” and making you giggle.

“You got this.” You tease, leaning up to bite at his ear.

Rick groans again, whether from frustration or pleasure, you can’t tell, and grunts, “Shut up.”

You can hear the smile in his voice.

Slowly and carefully, Rick gets both of you up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Kicking the door closed and flicking on a light, he lays you down on the bed and kisses you again. His tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands on either side of your head holding him up, and you desperately start untucking his shirt.

Rick sits up and pulls his button-up and undershirt off in one go, leaving his torso bare. You stare up at him, dazed from the kisses and the man on top of you, and realize that this is happening.

This is actually happening.

“Fuck.” You whisper, and reach up to fumble with his belt buckle. The sound of the metal is way more obscene than it should be, and once you pull the leather through his belt loops you look up at him. Rick’s lips are parted as he stares at you, eyes dark as they move between your hands at his waist and your eyes.

Suddenly he was pulling your shirt over your head, his fingers gliding along your skin as he did so, “You too.”

You nodded and reached around the unclasp your bra. Once free you shrugged out of the straps and threw it in a random direction, not caring where it landed, and looked back up at Rick.

That look was back on his face.

“Fuck,” Rick whispered, bending down again to kiss along your neck, across your shoulders, nip at your collarbone, before sucking in the skin of your breast. You moan, arching up into his touch and reaching down to start shimmying out of your jeans and underwear.

“Why haven’t we done sooner?” Rick slurred against your skin, his tongue lapping at your nipple.

Kicking yourself free of your bottom layers you grab Rick’s hand, that was busy massaging your other breast, and slide it down the length of your body until it was between your legs, “Got only yourself to blame.”

Rick moans, loud and unabashedly, and immediately curls his fingers inside of you. You’re already wet, have been since he kissed you, so the feeling of his fingers slipping inside your pussy makes you whine your own noises of pleasure.

His fingers curve up, instantly finding that sweet spot that makes you see stars, and start grinding into you. Rick leans his head back up to yours, kissing you deeply before whispering, “I’ll make it up to you.”

You nod, and keep nodding like you’re incapable of stopping. The squelching sound of his ministrations is almost embarrassing, and you move your hand still gripping his wrist to the button of his jeans.

“Please,” You beg, already so far gone you don’t even care anymore, pulling the button loose, “Please fuck me, I need it so bad.”

Suddenly Rick’s fingers were gone, his hands batting yours away as he unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. He didn’t even fully take them off, and you watched him stroke himself with his slicked fingers a couple of times before settling between your legs and pushing inside of you.

You cry out, hands grasping at the bed sheets and toes curling, the sudden fullness makes your back arch up into his. Rick doesn’t give you a moment to adjust or even finish a moan before he’s moving, quick and almost brutal. The clapping sound of your hips meeting is almost deafening but you still hear his curse, “Fuck, you feel better than I imagined.”

His words cause goosebumps to rise on your skin, and you reach up to pull him close, locking him into another kiss.

Both of you are moaning messes, huffing into each other’s mouth and eyes rolling. It’s perfect, so perfect it would bring you to tears if your eyes weren’t already filled with one’s brought by pleasure. You can feel the heat in your abdomen growing, pulling you closer and closer to the edge.

Rick suddenly pulls back to look at you, and you struggle to keep your eyes open to focus on him as he all but growls out, “Don’t talk to him again. You so much as laugh at his joke and I’ll fucking kill him, got it?”

You’re nodding again nonstop, and your tears finally spill down your cheeks, “G-got it. Fuuuck.”

“Yeah, let yourself go. Cum on my cock, mine, nobody else’s.” Rick dips his head down into the curve of your neck, sucking down on your pulse.

That was all you needed. Your nails claw into Rick’s back you cum, back arching and legs shaking as you moan obscenely.

“That’s it, fuck, just like that- s-shit.” Rick’s hips stuttered as he came inside of you, filling you up even more and pulling another moan from you.

The pleasure racking through your body was almost painful, and you held onto Rick tightly as you came down from your high. Slowly your limbs began to feel like jello and your eyes grew heavy, and before you could stop yourself you were slipping into unconsciousness.

—

Your pounding headache was the first thing you registered when you woke up. Next was the stiffness in your body, then the horrible taste in your mouth.

But then there was the comforting weight of an arm holding you tight against a warm chest. Small puffs of air rhythmically hitting the back of your neck, a pair of legs tangled with yours under warm sheets.

The fuzzy memories of the previous night filled your mind’s eye. You smile, eyes still firmly shut, and relax further into the warmth of Rick behind you.

you were on your way home from work, hitting all the quieter roads and failing to stay at the speed limit. 

on any other day, you wouldn’t have been stopped but today was different. everything that could’ve went wrong today did, just like now. 

you seen the sirens flash behind you, and pulled over with a sigh. rolling down your window and waiting for the cop to walk up to your car, but the look that crossed your face as you met his eyes had a sigh of relief leaving you. 

“Shane?”

you questioned, eyes flicking from his face and then down to the badge pinned to his chest. the gold pin reading ‘Walsh’, a last name you’d grown overly familiar with. 

“mhm you know how fast you were going?”

he asked, his elbow resting lightly on your wing mirror. his eyes flicking from you and the back towards his partner still in their patrol car, unaware of who the other man was; but the feeling in your stomach had your mind racing to your other old best friend— Rick Grimes. 

“was ten over the limit, max”

pleading your case, which made him chuckle. his head shaking from side to side as he moved to cross his arms in your open window, his face inches from yours. 

the minty scent from his gum filling your senses from your closeness, eyes flicking down to his lips before his voice was pulling your attention back to him. 

“still over the limit sweetheart”

a shiver going down your spine at the nickname, eyes finding his again and meeting the gleam in his eyes. 

a pool of warmth setting in your belly under his gaze, leaning closer to him and murmuring out softly. 

“remember that favor you owe me?”

another chuckle pushed past his lips, watching his head shake as he stood upright again, motioning towards his patrol car towards Rick. 

the older of the two moving over to your car, a telling smirk across Shane’s face as he nodded his head towards you. Ricks hands resting on his hips as his eyes met yours, for the first time in years. 

“hm you remember that favor we owe her Rick?”

the favor that you’d brought up was dismal, something from your last year of high school. you’d done both boys a big favor, helping them get out of school for the day while they done something you don’t quite remember. but they both said they owed you one, and now felt as if the perfect opportunity to use up that favor. 

“from high school?”

Shane nodded in response, smirk broad across his face as his eyes skimmed down your body. his right hand reaching for the door handle and pulling open your door, arms crossing over the top of it as both men peered down at you. 

“and how exactly do you want us to repay that favor for you?”

the innuendo was there, all three of you felt it. gulping as you unbuckled your seatbelt before slowly climbing out of your car, heat shooting through your body. 

the road you were on was hardly used by people, so the chance of someone driving by and seeing the three of you was unlikely. 

“you know how Walsh, don’t be dim”

he huffed out a laugh at your words, eyes flicking over to meet Rick’s while he shut your car door. 

sandwiched between both men, your back to Shane’s chest while you faced Rick. 

“gonna let us have fun with you sweetheart?”

Shane’s persistent talking left Rick quiet, not that he minded. it allowed his eyes to rake down your body, stopping at the hem of your dress that Shane was now eagerly pushing up. 

“you’re stunning”

Rick drawled out, his hands lifting to grope at your boobs. his thumbs swiping over your hardening nipples through the fabric of your dress. 

letting out a breathy moan at his touch, back arching towards him while Shane grounded his hips against the swell of your ass. the bulge in his slacks prominent and throbbing in his boxers. 

“reckon she’s soaked for us Rick?”

the words barely registered in your head before one of Shane’s big hands were snaking into the front of your panties to swipe two thick fingers through your folds, pulling more moans from your chest. 

“oh fuck”

you and Shane breathed out simultaneously, yours needier than his. 

whining as his hand pulled away from your cunt to show Rick his now soaked fingers, that smirk still across his face. 

“shit sweetheart”

Rick’s voice dropped an octave, one of his hands keeping your left boob in his hold while the other cradled your jaw. pulling you into a deep, heated kiss— all teeth and tongue while your hips pushed back onto Shane. 

the pool of heat in your belly deepened, warmth settling through your body while both men lavished you with their undivided attention. 

Shane fumbled with his belt, the clank of it sounding as he got it open. breaking the kiss with Rick to glance back at him, his fingers tugging down his zipper while he spat his gum out to the side. 

“ain’t gonna keep you waiting much longer, promise you tha’”

he told before leaning in to kiss you as best he could, hands leaving his slacks to pull your panties down to your knees. the fabric drenched in your arousal. 

“can’t leave Rick without any pleasure darlin’, ain’t fair tha’”

he broke the kiss to mumble against your lips, pulling back enough to meet his gaze. nodding slowly, the words formulating in your head in little coherency. 

turning back to Rick, missing the way he worked open his belt and pushed his slacks down to his mid thigh. practically ogling at the sight of his cock, hot and hard and standing to attention. 

the look on your face must’ve shown your surprise, stood still in place— mind reeling and trying to make sense of what your current situation actually was. 

Rick must’ve sensed your hesitation, big hands cradling your face while pulling you into a softer kiss than before. 

“you sure you wanna do this?”

his soft questioning made your heart warm, almost swooning at his care. 

“want this— want both of you”

those words were all Shane needed to push himself into your warmth in one smooth thrust, his chest flush against your back as he buried himself to the hilt. his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured out lowly to you. 

“c’mon sweetheart, take care of Ricky”

your left hand grabbed at Ricks shoulder, helping him move closer before he was kissing you again. tongue licking its way into your mouth and tangling with yours, while your right hand took hold of his cock. 

the tip of him leaking beads of precum, his hips rocking into your touch while Shane slowly started moving his hips against yours. 

“there we go”

his voice came out hoarse against your ear, hearing the smirk across his lips and breaking the kiss with Rick to glare back at Shane. 

“easy darlin’, we’re paying back that favor we owe you”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, his hold on your hips growing tighter as he continued to roll his hips into you. 

each drag of his cock against your walls making you moan lewdly, hand squeezing around Ricks cock and pulling a shaky groan from him. 

your hand moving slow and almost teasingly along Ricks length, twisting your wrist on the upstroke to pull more and more groans from his chest. his hips rocked into your touch and the head of his cock continued to leak, his precum helping to lubricate your strokes. 

“like that darlin’ fuck, yeah just like tha’”

the lilt in his voice grew thicker, hips chasing your hand while Shane continued to thrust into you. his left hand shaking around to your front and pressing two thigh fingers to your clit, drawing tight firm circles against you and drawing whinier moans from your lips. 

the whole scene was lewd, but you felt as if you were in paradise. 

old feelings for both of them resurfacing and feeling as if you were playing out your fantasies. 

“Rick-“

words failed you, but the way your eyes flicked between his and his lips gave away what you wanted. another kiss. 

he was leaning in to press his lips to yours again, your hand continuing along his cock while Shane continued to play with your clit. 

your walls fluttering and squeezing around him had a groan falling from his lips, his forehead dipping to rest on your shoulder before he was mumbling out. 

“shit sweetheart, squeezing me real tight”

the pool of warmth in the pit of your stomach was at its boiling point, ready to tip you over the edge. 

and with the way both men’s hips were canting desperately into your touch, you knew they were close too. 

continuing to pump Ricks cock, his breath hitching while his cock throbbed in your hand. teetering on the edge, but they both wanted you to cum first. 

“close, fuck ‘m close”

your admission had Shane’s hips moving quicker against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin pulling your focus back to the man behind you. 

each drag of his cock felt too good, the head of him hitting the one spot over and over again that had you seeing stars. his fingers pressing tighter circles against your clit had you toppling over the edge. 

cunt spasming around him as your climax hit, the force of your release had your slumping against Ricks chest. face in against his throat and your hand squeezing around his cock as you tried steadying yourself. 

“there we go, atta fucking girl”

Shane’s praise hit your ears like a familiar melody, his hand soothing across your hip while continuing to rock into you. 

fighting off his climax as best he could, but your walls fluttering around him again had him toppling over. whining against Ricks throat at the feeling of Shane’s cum shooting into your warmth, each stutter thrust he gave spilling more of him into you. 

“jesus you’re perfect”

he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, both of hands softer now across your hips. keeping himself buried to the hilt, and keeping his cum stuffed in your pussy. 

Ricks hands cradled your face to pull you back from his neck, nodding his head as you met his gaze. 

on the pinnacle of his release, wanting to spill his load down your throat. his hands gently moved your head towards his cock. 

your mouth warm and welcoming, and your lips wrapped securely around his cock. 

he only had to give a couple bucks of his hips until he was groaning out your name, his climax hitting him and his cum shooting into your mouth. rope after rope of white filling the warm cavern of your mouth before pulling out to let you swallow. 

“shit— gonna let me fuck you now angel?”

swallowing down his release, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and standing upright against Shane again. 

readying yourself to answer when a call came over both of their radios, both of them groaning in annoyance. 

Shane reluctantly pulling out of your warmth and pressing another kiss to your shoulder while a pout worked its way into your face. 

“shit, we gotta go darlin’. think we can let you off with a warning now”

he told as they both tucked themselves back into their pants, Rick even helping to pull your panties back into place as Shane’s cum started to seep out of your cunt. 

Rick placing a kiss to your temple before they were both walking back to their car, calling out to them as they both opened their doors. 

“call me sometime”