#twd ship

Rick had promised Negan anything he wanted, he couldn't handle anymore deaths after Abraham and Glenn. whatever the black hair man wanted he was willing to do.

Negan of course didn't take his words lightly, when such a wonderful thing landed in his lap how could he not take advantage of it?

The use-to-be sheriff thought of the worst things possible when Negan said he knew what he wanted, he hadn't exactly had a good first impression.

"Calm down, it's nothing bad." Negan tried to calm Rick's nerves but of course that didn't work. "Don't you trust me?"

The look on Rick's face was enough of an answer, he had no faith that the man was being honest. Rick expected torture, a beating, even death. None of that came however.

Instead he was now sat down in front of Negan, a nice dinner plated up in front of him.

"Isn't this nice? just the two of us without any of those annoying whiners you call your people." Negan couldn't stop himself from smiling at the somewhat confused look on the other man's face. He knew Rick had expected something ruthless from him, but instead Negan was able to surprise him.

Rick's guard still wasn't down yet, sure it sounded crazy to think Negan could've poisoned this meal but that didn't stop the idea from popping into his head.

"Come one Rick, start eating. I'm sure you don't get food as good as this on a daily basis." Rick stayed silent. "Ricky boy, I can't be the only one talking. As much as I'm sure you want to just listen to me, I do need a little bit of conversation to enjoy my meals."

still no response.

"I need to remind you, you said you would do anything risky. I expect a bit of conversation when I'm being such a gracious host to you." Rick looked up at him, his dead eyes bored into Negans. The idea of conversing with a man like him was enough to make him sick.

"Of course."

"That's what I like to hear." Silence still fell between them, Rick wasn't exactly one to start the conversation much to Negan's annoyance. "Well? say something then."

Rick looked down at the food in front of him, at this point he wished Negan had just beat him up. That would've been much better than being stuck in an awkward conversation with him.

"Not much to talk about."

"Don't be fucking stupid, we can talk about anything. How's Carl and Judith doing? They must be missing their dad right now, huh?" Rick's shoulders tensed at the mention of his kids.

"They're doing fine."

"Come on, you gotta give me more than that risk. I'm carrying this entire conversation; it's like you don't even want to be here." Negan chuckled to himself, he just couldn't help teasing the other man.

Negan ignored the silence coming from Rick, finally starting to eat his meal while Rick just stared at the plate in front of him.

"You know, for a guy who said he would do anything, you aren't exactly doing what I wanted." Rick looked up at him, he knew what Negan really wanted. This dinner alone was enough to confirm his suspicions. Negan hadn't exactly been subtle in his desires.

leaning over the small table, Rick got close to Negan's face, his lips brushing against Negan's beard. "Is this what you want?"

The warm breath brushing against his face was enough to get Negan excited in more ways than one. "Now you're getting it." he chuckled as Rick gave his cheek a quick peek. "See not so hard is it? this is what i like about you, you take the initiative, you do it before asking."

Rick just pulled away wanting to go back to staring at his food.

"Not so fast, you think i would just want one lonely kiss on my cheek? i'm not a virgin Rick." Pointing at his lips he continued. "Give me a real kiss Rick, you said you'd do anything."

His own words were coming back to haunt him. Leaning forward Negan continued to stare at Rick, waiting for the man to give him what he wanted.

Rick swallowed his fears, leaning forward, his lips locked into Negan's. Negan was quick to grab onto the other man's head, not wanting him to break off the kiss too quickly.

it was sloppy at best, Negan was to overcome his feelings to care about how much drool was dribbling out of both of their mouths. He just desperately wanted Rick's lips interlocked with his.

Rick was internally struggling on the other side. He should hate the feeling of Negan's tongue trying to poke its way into his mouth, so why on earth was his heart racing like this.

Pulling away to catch his breath, Negan loved the thoughtless look on Rick's face.

"That's what I want for you, Rick."

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧... because your adventurous spirit and curious nature would complement his sense of duty and ambition. You both thrive on seeking knowledge and exploring uncharted territories; Jace with his aspirations as heir and you with your love for language and travel. You challenge him intellectually, pushing him to think beyond the politics of Westeros while he grounds you, reminding you of the beauty in tradition and family.

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔

A Velaryon noble; distantly related to House Targaryen.

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

You have the blood of Old Valyria, making you a dragonrider. You also have:

Navigational Expertise: A natural talent for reading the stars and currents, making you a skilled navigator both on land and sea.

Polyglot: Your love for languages is a rare skill that aids in diplomacy and alliances.

Strategic Insight: You’re a keen observer, able to discern motives and read people well, this is an invaluable trait in court.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

You challenge Jace to a swimming race off Driftmark, and he’s completely floored by how fast and graceful you are in the water.

Whenever you’re feeling overwhelmed, he takes you to the sea cliffs where the sound of the crashing waves calms you both.

He gifts you a compass with his initials engraved on it, so you never lose your way, even when he’s not around.

Jace is fascinated by the languages you know and asks you to teach him, though he's often stumbling over words and making you laugh.

You go flying together, him on Vermax and you on Grey Ghost. The latter dragon was known for his shyness, but once bonding with you, his personality truly came out.

You have a habit of leaving books for each other in hidden corners of the Red Keep. Sometimes it’s a historical text Jace wants you to read; sometimes it’s a collection of poetry you think he’ll enjoy. Each one is marked with a pressed flower or a small, hand-drawn map of where you found it.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Moon and His Star

The Sky (Jace) x The Ocean (You)

"Why are you babying me" (You) x "Because I know you like it" (Jace)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Secret Softness. Both of you have tough exteriors but are secretly hopeless romantics.

Forever In Their Honeymoon Stage

Home Is Wherever You Are

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Scotland by the BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra

Evenstar by Howard Shore

Flying by James Newton Howard

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your curiosity. Jace is captivated by the way you seek knowledge like a dragon seeks gold, collecting books and languages, bits of history and obscure facts. It reminds him of his own desire to prove himself as a leader, and he’s endlessly drawn to the fire in your eyes when you talk about something you’re passionate about.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Baela Targaryen. She’s the one who drags you out to the beach when you’ve been cooped up reading for too long. She loves how fiercely independent you are, how you can match her in stubbornness and still be the first to crack a grin after a heated argument.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

Laena Velaryon. Independent, adventurous, and someone who refuses to be controlled by anyone or anything. Laena also had a deep bond with her dragon and a love for the sea, both of which align perfectly with your love of swimming and freedom.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭

Grey Ghost doesn’t bond easily. He chooses you because you see the world the way he does; an ever-changing world to be explored and experienced rather than conquered.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂.ᐟ because you both embody that perfect blend of strength and intelligence. You’re both fiercely independent, capable of holding your ground, and have a deep love for exploration and discovery. I genuinely think you two would be a brilliant match. I can already see the chemistry.

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔

Survivor - Highly skilled in combat, survival tactics, and resourcefulness.

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

Combat Strategist: You have a knack for seeing multiple outcomes in a situation, helping to plan ambushes or escape routes.

Forager’s Eye: You’re excellent at spotting hidden resources; medicine, books, maps, things others might overlook.

Marksmanship: Rosita teaches you how to handle a gun, and you end up being a surprisingly good shot.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

You save each other’s lives more times than you can count, and it becomes your unspoken way of saying “I love you.”

A common occurence is late-night talks. You sit together on the roof of Alexandria, passing a shared flask and talking about life before the apocalypse. Rosita listens intently as you tell her about your travels and the languages you’re learning, asking you to teach her.

When you tell Rosita how much you love swimming, she takes you to a hidden lake. You strip down to your underwear and dive in. Rosita follows, splashing you playfully before pulling you close, her forehead resting against yours as the water ripples around you.

For your birthday, Rosita gave you this. She had been going on run after run, volunteering a lot, just so she could find something actually nice for you.

You both leave little notes for each other in a journal; quotes from books, song lyrics, silly drawings. It becomes a way to connect even when you’re apart.

When things get too overwhelming, Rosita takes you to the outskirts of Alexandria where you can scream into the void without judgment. She never asks why you need to do it, just holds your hand and screams with you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Sun (Rosita) x Moon (You)

"You Wear The Pants In This Relationship" (You) x "Oh I Wish, I Cannot Control You At All" (Rosita)

Like Calls To Like

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Partners in Crime

Friends to Lovers

Mutual Rescues

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Wait for Me by Donal Finn

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier

More Than A Woman by the Midnite String Quartet

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your ability to stay calm and collected under pressure. It's a skill she both admires and desperately needs in her life. Well...everyone admires it actually...

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Maggie Greene - She loves your level-headedness and trusts you to have her back, both on and off the battlefield.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

Michonne - Intelligent, fiercely protective, and able to handle anything life throws at you.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

A dog named Scout, a sleek, agile and loyal boy, you found out on a run. He wouldn't leave you alone. He followed you everywhere, even took down a few Walkers without attracting more. You couldn't leave him there. So you took him back to Alexandria. He has sharp, watchful eyes, a brown/grey coat. He’s fiercely protective of you and Rosita, alert to any danger before it even arrives.

He digs a reckless girl, but he wants to be the most reckless thing in her life.

Before you became a thing, you had been friends. Because of the same personality type, you got along like a house on fire. Negan has always treated you like an equal and someone worthy of his time. You could sit in his makeshift office for hours discussing things you’ve never thought you’d discuss with anyone. That made you feel closer to him than any friend you ever had. It was your favorite place to hang out when there was nothing to do around the Sanctuary.

Negan loves everything about you, from your tiny freckles and eyes he couldn’t stop staring at to your grungy style and wild hair that seemed to swallow his fingers whenever he tried to pass them through and unravel some of the tangles.

Negan would dig your look but he would want you to be a little more confident and not have such a low opinion of yourself.

Keep the flannels and hoodies coming. He finds a chill girl hella sexy.

The fact that you were shorter than he was made him feel like you were fragile. It made you look less intimidating and softer than any other woman in the sanctuary, which Negan wasn’t used to. Maybe you weren't a princess that needed protecting, but he wanted to be your knight in shining armor. The fact that you were clumsy and seemed to goof around even when there was no time and place for that made him want to ensure you were always safe even more. He wouldn’t be able to live through losing you just because he wasn’t careful enough and let you run around by yourself in the middle of the apocalypse.

You never seemed to care about what people thought of you, even though Negan did. He loved how you didn't seem to be bothered by anyone. And when somebody got under your skin, you did not hesitate to shut it down, earning yourself a round of applause from your man if he was around to see it. He let you handle stuff like that and only interrupted when things started getting out of hand.

Negan would appreciate seeing that feisty, stubborn side come out when you need to defend yourself or someone you care about.

But he wouldn't like seeing you destroy yourself. He'd try to nudge you into being more vulnerable and open about your emotions. And he would do a damn good job of it.

He’d be your rock, someone you could go to with your worst problems. He knew exactly how it felt to think you were constantly fucking up, always not good enough. He was there for you. You knew he would support you through anything.

Negan would like the southern twang in your voice. He finds it endearing as hell.

He would be amused by the fact that you find smelling cigarette smoke comforting, but he'd want to make sure you don't pick up the habit as well. He'd want to make sure you don't fall into that old family pattern of smoking. He'd do anything to keep you from smoking. He doesn't want you to shorten your life even more.

Negan would dig the fact that you like swimming. He'd enjoy taking you for a swim.

He'd love that you like horror movies and rainy days. Rain reminds him of the storm inside himself.

That 80s 90s rock though, that would impress Negan tremendously.

Negan would mock you a little for your fear of spiders, but in a lighthearted way.

Daryl grumbled under his breath when they finally managed to free the car, but not before Rick had covered both Michonne and Daryl in mud. Rick had floored the speeder, dragging the van from the pothole, while his girlfriend and best friend were still behind the car. Daryl had been less than pleased with the muddy shower but his mood was nothing compared to the fuming woman in the back of the van as the three of them headed back home.   

Rick felt horrible about everything that happened. He knew if he had just stayed on the planned track instead of having gone off road, they would never have had to detour around a herd of walkers. They wouldn’t have been stuck in a the hot van with a broken air conditioner for three days longer than planned and they certainly wouldn’t have gotten stuck.

The thing was he had wanted to make that detour because he remembered a location of a small out of sight candy store he had passed on vacation here years ago. He had hoped to surprise Michonne with it, but his plans hadn’t gone as he had hoped and instead of making her happy, she was now furious with him.

He could probably have calmed her, if his stubbornness would have allowed it. Actually he had tried a few times. He cracked jokes trying to make her smile, but instead he just kept getting insulted every time she snapped at him.

See the thing was, Michonne might have been annoyed by the weather and Rick’s dumbass decisions along with his inability to listen to reason at times. That however, didn’t change the fact the was in love with the schmuck. All the things about him that angered her in this very minute were things she admired in him. Just not in a million degree heat with the added humidity, running low on water, covered in mud, just because dumbass didn’t warn her and Daryl to move before flooring the gas.

She was drying herself off with an old rag she had found in the back of the van, trying to get the mud off herself before it got her even more uncomfortable than the unbearable Georgia heat was already making her, when Daryl’s outburst called her attention.

“What the hell?” Daryl pulled the van to a halt, before swearing loudly as him and Rick got out onto the road, quickly followed by Michonne. “Goddammit!”

The bridge in front of them had collapsed completely. There was no way to drive back over it or even to fix it on their own. They had no other choice but to find a way around it which Rick unnecessarily announced, making Michonne bite her tongue not to say something snarky.

“I can circle back for a bit, try and find a back road,” Rich suggested causing Michonne to snap at him this time.

“I really don’t trust your navigation skills. Remember last time? I’m still getting the sand out of my ears,” she sassed him, making Rick stop mid sentence to glare at her in annoyance. He wanted to tell her that detour had been for her and not himself, but with the way she was biting his head off every two seconds, he wasn’t sure he even wanted her to know.

“It’ll be faster to go through the woods,” Daryl drew their attention to him, breaking up their staring competition. Daryl flung his crossbow over his shoulder before looking back at the two lovebirds, he could honestly do without for a while.  “I’ll find away around. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Hold on, I’m coming with you,” Rick reached into the van to get his weapons, when Michonne objected.

“I’m not staying here alone. You got us into this mess. You guard the damn van,” Michonne hissed at Rick, who were just about to bite back at her when Daryl interrupted them.

“I’m not taking neither of ya. Better you be back here watching the van bitching at each other than one of you out there bitching at me about the other,” Daryl grumbled, ducking into the treeline, leaving a rather surprised Michonne and Rick behind.

The next 15 minutes or so was spent in silence, eating a bit of the food they had found for the town. Not much, just enough to keep their energy up. Both of them knew they were being ridiculous and both of them wanted to apologize for it. Their equal stubbornness, however, stopped them from doing so.

Instead, Rick got up quietly grabbing a few of the empty water bottles and stuffing them into a backpack, before heading towards the steep hill above the lake.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Michonne called after him, biting her tongue when she realized how condescending she had just sounded. The truth was she was more worried that anything right now. She didn’t like the three of them all being separated and she knew even if Rick stayed in her line of vision she couldn’t do much to help him from up here if someone or something should appear from the woods.  

“We need water and it’s right down there,” Rick answered without looking back at her. If he had he would have seen the worry in her eyes and stopped to comfort her. He didn’t so he continued on his mission, hoping that getting them all hydrated with relieve the tension between them a bit.

Rick managed to get down the hillside without breaking his neck, so that was a plus. The water also seemed to be clear and drinkable, which got him thinking his luck might have changed. That was right up until a hoard for around 20 walkers, appeared from the treeline. 6 bullets doesn’t do a whole lot against 20 walkers, especially not when you don’t want to fire off set bullets and draw more undead, hungry corpses your way.

Rick heard Michonne calling out for him as she made her way down the hill as fast as she could to help him. He didn’t have time to pay attention to her in that moment being too busy keeping the clabbering teeth off his flesh. He was doing pretty well for a while, until he lost his balance falling backwards into the lake and for a few seconds he thought that was it. He had hugged Carl goodbye before he left and he had kissed Judith. How things were with Michonne however haunted him. It was only for a split second but it felt like hours to him as their stupid fights replayed over and over in his head. Right up until her katana came into view, slicing through the skulls of the three walkers that were basically on top of him now. She tossed him his axe back, sending him a worried look and Rick gave her a quick nod letting her know he was okay. They were going to be okay.

Rick jumped up fighting side by side with her until all the walkers were properly dead. Before he knew it her arms were around his neck, knocking him off balance sending them both tumbling backwards into the lake. This time however Rick’s bad luck had them laughing and her smile only grew when he pulled back looking at her teasingly.

“You said you needed to get the sand out of your ears, didn’t you?” he grinned when she splashed him with water.

“And you needed a shower. You were starting to stink up the car,” Michonne sassed him back, making him laugh again as he tugged her closer.

“No. That would have been Daryl,” Rick grinned, kissing her before she could talk back at him. He smiled when she moaned into his kiss, before burying her face against his neck, letting him hug her.

“I remember a small candy store the town over. That’s why the detour,” Rick explained quietly as he held her close, enjoying the feel of her back in his arms. He had missed it more than his stubbornness had let him realize. “I was trying to surprise you,” Rick smiled when he saw how taken back with his words she appeared to be, but his smile quickly faded when she suddenly released herself from his embrace, starting to fill the water bottles.

“What are you doing?” he asked rather stupidly, making him wanna kick himself, but the feeling was short lasted since Michonne looked up at him from where she was kneeling with a grin on her face.

“I am finishing what you started and then we are going back to the van, so we can get out of these wet clothes,” she stated matter of factly, causing Rick to chuckle.

“You wanna get me out of my clothes huh?” he teased kneeling down next to her and she gave him a playful push, as she rolled her eyes.

“Shut up before I change my mind Rick,” she warned but there was no real threat behind her words. All her anger had long since left her and she needed a quiet moment with him as much as he did her.

***

When Daryl reached the van everything was quiet. Too quiet for his liking. There was no sight of Michonne or Rick anywhere, which only caused him to worry further. Daryl moved his crossbow from his back, holding it ready to fire at whatever might come his way as he slowly approached the van.

After a quick sweep around it, Daryl pulled the backdoors open in one swift movement. A movement he lived to regret seconds later as he was staring directly at Rick’s white ass and Michonne soft moaned filled his ears. Daryl closed his eyes as hard as he could, before kicking the door shut yelling at his two friend’s inside.

“Couldn’t you have left a sock on the door or something? Next time I am taking the bike,” he growled towards the door, trying desperately to forget the imagine of Rick’s ass but it seemed to be seared into his brain permanently.

Even with the horrifying, way to vivid memory playing in his mind, he couldn’t help but smile when he heard the two of them giggling inside the van. The two of them deserved a little happiness and brain strapping imagery aside Daryl was happy for them. It didn’t mean he still wasn’t taking the bike next time though.

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