#savior variation

ENEMIES TO LOVERS,  LOVERS TO ENEMIES AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN

@wrathfulmercy​ said: “ why didn’t you kill me?  when you had the chance?  ”

She can hear them outside, their restless shuffling and exhausted, hollow sounding moans. Normally it would cause her unease, perhaps even panic, but resting, lying naked in Rick’s arms, she only feels safe – no one knows they are here; in this abandoned, dilapidated old cabin, not even the dead, it seems.

Shifting closer, Adelia’s fingers swirl soft shapes in Rick’s chest hair as she watches silver slivers on moonlight shift across his skin. These moments together are so rare, so forbidden that she wants to drink them in with her eyes completely, to commit them to memory in a way that means they will never fade, no matter how long they may be apart. Already she is thinking about the fact the sun will rise soon, and when it does, she will need to return to the Sanctuary, and Rick, back to Alexandria.

His question is an unexpected one and as her gaze gently rises to meet his own, she can’t help but wonder what prompted it; the thought of that awful night in the woods; the night they first met.

“You were too…human.” She admits shyly, her fingertips tangling in her own hair before moving to briefly graze his lips; lips that blush pink, that rosy hue visible even in the dark. “Not simply alive…I mean, your humanity Rick, it shines through you, in everything you do.”

  ENEMIES TO LOVERS,  LOVERS TO ENEMIES AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN

@wrathfulmercy​ said: ❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least I’m aware of it.  ❞ (for Adelia)

A supply run, that is what Adelia had been asked to go on and she had agreed, only because she had believed she would be scavenging through empty houses, cars and stores to find resources for the Sanctuary. Scavenging however, was not what Negan seemed to have in mind and instead, much to Adelia’s horror, he had driven his entire convoy directly into Alexandria, to liberate them of half their supplies, to given them a taste of his overbearing presence, attending personally to make a point; in an obvious attempt to try and keep them all in line.

She had tried to keep her distance, tried to stay by the trucks, out of sight, but she was sure Negan had sensed it; her obvious reluctance, perhaps that is why he had sent her directly into their stores to collect cans, fruits and vegetables. To see Rick, to watch him keeping a protecting eye on his people as he struggled to contain his temper whilst she carried crates full of the crops his people had worked so hard to grow, had killed her inside and yet she had been able to do anything but follow orders for fear of drawing suspicion.

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It is a few hours later when they meet at the outpost; a burned-out liquor store that has an empty warehouse behind it, picked so dry that no one ever comes round this way these days.

“Don’t you dare.” She warns, prodding a sharp finger against his chest, suddenly aware of how close he is and how long it’s been since he held her in his arms.

“You don’t get to do that; you don’t get to put me on a fucking pedestal like he does. We took your supplies Rick, I took your supplies, like a common thief…crops your people sowed, plants you grew, food your people risked their lives for…I’m disgusted with myself…”

Swallowing hard, she shakes her head and releases a tense, frustrated breath. “You think I want to go back there, to the Sanctuary, to him? As if I have a choice...you think you don’t deserve me? That’s bullshit and you know it...”