#zade meadows

Part 1

Pairing: Dark!Rick Grimes x !Neighbour! Reader

Summary: After confronting your stalker backfired, you decided to avoid him completely. Of course, that never works—he always finds a way to be near you. After all, you're his greatest obsession.

Warnings: Age Gap, Humiliation, Mind Games, Stalking, Swearing, Non Con, Somnophilia, Smut, Oral Recieving (F.), Fingering, Manipulation, Obsessive Behaviour, Corruption, Rick being creepy again

You had confronted him, hadn’t you? Told him to back off, demanded answers, and tried to make it clear that his constant presence was unwelcome.

But Rick simply didn’t care. In fact, he almost seemed relieved that his obsession with you was no longer a secret. He started to enjoy it—the way you’d flinch when his gaze locked onto yours, the way your angelic eyes widened in fear when you made eye contact. The way your breathing grew shallow when you noticed him standing just behind you.

It was unsettling, the way he took pleasure in your discomfort. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore, and that made it all the more chilling. He didn’t care if you were uncomfortable. In fact, it seemed like it was exactly what he wanted—to watch you squirm.

Of course, you had thought about going to someone—anyone—but who? Daryl? He’d never question Rick’s intentions, not after everything they’d been through. Aaron? Maybe, but you weren’t sure he’d understand either. Besides, they all trusted Rick, and once they knew you were accusing him of something, they might not look at you the same way again.

And even if you did speak up, who would believe you? Rick was Rick Grimes, the man who had led them through hell and back. You were just another survivor, a small part of the larger picture. If you told anyone about the way he’d been watching you, you’d be seen as paranoid. The leader wouldn’t be the one scrutinized; you would be.

So, you did what seemed the most logical thing to you—you avoided him.

But the world doesn’t always cooperate with plans to avoid trouble, especially when life in Alexandria has a way of pushing people together.

That evening, you received the invitation with the rest of the group—a community tradition, a monthly grill fest where everyone gathered to unwind, share food, and pretend for a few hours that the world outside didn’t exist. You had attended these events before, but now the idea of being in the same space as Rick made your stomach twist into knots.

You weren’t going to attend. You wanted nothing more than to back out. But you’d just been on a supply run that morning, and you couldn’t come up with another excuse without raising suspicions. People had already noticed the way you’d been avoiding Rick, pulling away at every opportunity. If you skipped out on the grill fest now, someone might ask why, and you couldn’t risk drawing more attention to yourself.

So, you went to the celebration. This time, it was being held at Martha and Ben’s house. The couple were good friends of yours, and you’d arrived in Alexandria together. They had welcomed you both with open arms when you first joined the community, and their friendship had been one of the few things that made the transition easier. There had been nights spent at their house, swapping stories about the old world and laughing like things would never change. Martha and Ben were a steady presence in a world that felt anything but, and right now, you needed that steadiness more than ever.

As you stepped into their home, the familiar warmth washed over you—the smell of grilled food and the sound of light chatter in the background. The atmosphere was relaxed, people scattered around the room, laughing, enjoying the rare peace that had become more precious than ever. But as you walked further in, your eyes immediately found him. Rick. He stood near the kitchen, talking with a few others, but as soon as he noticed you, his eyes locked onto yours. The intensity of his gaze made your stomach drop.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the unsettling pull in your chest. It was impossible not to notice how his expression shifted, that familiar look of satisfaction settling on his face. He didn’t even try to hide it. You knew he wasn’t just watching you out of casual curiosity—he was watching you like a hunter watches its prey.

“Hey, there you are,” Martha said, her voice bringing you back to the present. She smiled warmly, pulling you into a hug. “Glad you could make it. Everything’s been great so far. The food’s almost ready, but come on, have a seat.”

You gave her a tight smile and nodded, feeling the tightness in your chest grow with every step you took. You tried to breathe deeply to calm yourself, but you couldn't shake the feeling that Rick's eyes were glued to you, following your every move.

Just as you were about to take a seat, Rick walked over, his heavy footsteps cutting through the room. Before you could react, he was standing right in front of you. His gaze flickered briefly to Martha and Ben before locking back onto you. The smile he wore was almost too calm, too controlled.

“Mind if I talk to you for a minute, Y/n?” he asked, his voice low, but loud enough to be heard by everyone. It wasn’t a question, not really.

Martha and Ben exchanged a quick glance, but neither of them seemed to notice the tension between you and Rick. They smiled politely, unaware of the storm brewing between you two.

“Oh, sure,” Martha said with a casual wave. “We’ll grab drinks. You two catch up.”

You barely heard them as they moved away, leaving you alone with Rick. The last thing you wanted was to be alone with him, to have him corner you in front of everyone. You could feel the heat of his stare, that unsettling satisfaction in his eyes as if he was savoring every moment of discomfort he was putting you through.

“Rick, I—” You started, trying to find the words to shut him down before this went any further.

But he didn’t let you finish. “I know you’re scared of me,” he said, his voice softer now, almost like a confession. “But I want you to understand, I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. You can’t avoid me forever.”

Your heart began to race, a mix of fear and frustration bubbling up inside you. “This is not the time, Rick,” you said through clenched teeth, trying to keep your voice steady. “Not here, not now.”

He smiled, almost too knowingly, and for a moment, you wondered if anyone could see through his mask. “Oh angel, I think it’s exactly the right time,” he said. “But don’t worry, we’ll get to that later.”

His words sent a chill through you, the way he spoke them—so confident, so certain—like he already knew what would happen next. You could feel his presence pressing against you, daring you to react, daring you to show just how much you wanted to escape.

Before you could respond, Ben called from across the room, pulling Rick’s attention away for just a second. “Hey, Rick! You want a drink?”

Rick looked over, nodding briefly, but his eyes never left you. “I’ll be right back,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the last part just for you.

You managed to keep yourself together for the rest of the night, focusing on the conversations around you and the warmth of the community. There were moments when you genuinely found yourself laughing, talking with people you hadn’t seen in a while, and for a brief moment, you almost felt normal again. When the evening finally came to a close, Spencer walked you home, offering light conversation to ease the quiet of the night. His company, as always, was comforting.

As you reached your house, you thanked him for walking you back and exchanged a few final words before heading inside. The quiet of your home wrapped around you like a soft blanket, providing a sense of peace, though it didn't quite erase the tension you carried.

It took longer than usual to settle down. Your mind raced through the events of the evening, the faces, the conversations, and everything in between. It felt like your body wanted to keep moving, but the weight of the day gradually began to take over. Eventually, exhaustion won, and sleep found you.

Now, the moment had finally come. Rick was already lurking in the shadows of your house when you arrived with Spencer, but Spencer had long since disappeared, leaving you deeply asleep. Rick’s hatred for Spencer was evident—he loathed him, every fiber of his being burning with contempt. But beneath that anger, there was something else. It was clear how much he wanted you, his eyes practically igniting with desire. Spencer, in Rick’s eyes, was like a dog—desperate and fucking pathetic, constantly chasing after you for a scrap of attention. He was like a little boy, fumbling, eager, but completely incapable of giving you what you needed. His pursuit was clumsy and unrefined, a never-ending attempt to win affection in a way that was meaningless. That bastard was the dog begging for scraps, while Rick was the predator, knowing exactly what you wanted, and biding his time to claim what he felt was rightfully his.

The tension in the room hung heavy and for a moment, he just stood above you, watching his angel peacefully rest. He found you so gorgeous, it was almost maddening. The way you slept so innocently, unaware of the chaos simmering just a breath away from you, only fueled his obsession. His heart raced as his gaze lingered on you.

He thought back to the previous evening at the celebration.

You had looked so incredibly ravishing in that sundress, with it’s little slit on the side that revealed your long, tanned legs. He wanted nothing more than to get on his knees in front of you and kiss his way up them to lap at your fucking cunt.

You were his goddess, and he was the desperate man, praying to you every day and night, completely at your mercy. How could you be so oblivious, so unaware of the hold you had on him? Every part of him ached for you, yet it seemed like you remained untouched by the intensity of his feelings.

Your sleeping form stirred slightly, and the blanket that had been draped over you slid down. Rick noticed it then, and he couldn’t believe his eyes.

His naughty angel wasn’t wearing any panties. From his spot in front of your bed, the older man had a perfect view of your, now exposed, lush cunt. "Oh Y/n, what a perfect little slut you are...practically begging to wake up with my dick stuffed inside of that pretty pussy.“, he darkly chuckled, even though you wouldn’t hear him.

You had only worn a oversized shirt to bed. And in this instant the man wanted to rip it from your body to leave you completely bare for him.

He just had to have you now, it couldn’t wait for another time. His cock was already rock hard and straining against his jeans. It was beginning to get uncomfortable and he had to do something about it.

Slowly, to not risk waking you, Rick removed the blanket completely.

Gently, he slid his index finger against the curve of your leg and observed as a layer of goosebumps formed there.

You were utterly captivating, and even in your slumber, he couldn’t stop himself from fixating on every detail of you, consumed by a craving he knew he couldn’t shake.

Then Rick spread your legs further apart, so that he could settle in between them.

He was amazed at the softness of your skin and it made him want to bite into the creamy texture and mark it.

Now he was face-to-face with your already glistening lips. My god, where you always this wet?

The man pushed your shirt up and looked down at your sleeping form. That soft, flat, beautiful belly…he wanted to pump you full with his seed and watch it grow as you had no choice but to give him babies. The thought of you, knocked up and unable to think of anything but him, made him even harder. Never in his life had Rick ever been this desperate for a woman.

He started trailing hot, wet kisses from your lower abdomen, to your left hipbone and then over to your right one.

The man took his time, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere. Slowly, he started getting closer and closer to your center. He took in your smell, it was captivating. Musky-sweet, just completely mouth watering. Rick felt like a starved man now, you were the oasis in the middle of the desert and only you could save him from dying. He pulled apart your pussy lips, hungrily eyed your swollen clit and gave it a kiss. He started licking up and down along your slit, trying to collect all the juice that was suddenly gushing out of your needy hole. You tasted exquisite, even better than he had expected in his wettest dreams. Rick moved to your pearl now, taking it between his teeth, lightly pulling on it. You stirred and a small noise escaped your now open mouth. It was almost like a moan. Rick stilled and waited for the right moment to continue his feast. Slowly he started lapping at you again, entering you with his tongue. He became more aggressive with it, not being able to hold back anymore, when he heard another moan coming from you.

Now it was clear, you were a fucking horny slut and very clearly enjoying this. Rick didn’t care anymore, he wanted you to see who was responsible for making you feel this good. He continued to tongue at your sensitive cunt and almost buried his face in it, the little whimpers coming out of the woman beneath him only encouraging him more and more.

Then he heard it, your angelic, soft voice,"R-Rick?“, you sounded sleepy, not entirely comprehending what was going on. "What are you…ughhh..doing?“

He chuckled huskily, "Shh Baby, just relax and let it happen. Be still for me now.“

You tried to scoot away, but the man gave your cunt a sharp stinging slap and immediately gripped your thighs, making you unable to move. His touch was hard now and his hands would surely leave marks, that would last for the entire week. You were scared, but that was always how you felt whenever Rick Grimes was close.

You felt another sensation that you couldn’t quite place, almost like you were actually enjoying this here. But no…that couldn’t be right. This man was clearly deranged and sick in the head. You despised him. You shouldn’t and couldn’t like what he was doing to you right now. "P-Please, let me go.“, you pleaded with him, almost whimpering. A tear escaped from your eye and he stopped licking your pussy, instead using his fingers to rub you. He got closer to your face while still using his hand on you as he slowly licked the tears from your cheeks. He got even closer, his hot breath on your neck now, "Crying won’t save you, little Angel. S’only turns me on more.“, he whispered.

Then, Rick started pushing two of his long, thick digits inside of your pussy. "Fuuuck Y/n, you are dripping for me.“, he gushed. You couldn’t deny it, it felt so good and so different from the sensation of your much smaller fingers. A part of you felt disgusted by the way you were enjoying this but you felt so close now. "I-I hate you, Rick!“, you spat, not willing to admit out loud, that you did not want him to stop pleasing you. "You sure do, Baby. But what if I love, how much you hate me.“, he said with a laugh,"Tell me to stop and I will.“

But you didn’t. It was too late already.

You let him abuse your tight hole, now using three fingers on you while rubbing your clit with his other hand. He thrusted in and out of you, relentlessly. And then you came, hard.

It felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before and your whole body was shaking uncontrollably. For a second you just lay there, feeling like someone had just pulled the plug.

Before you had a chance to completely calm down from the high, Rick instructed,“Open your mouth.“ He stuck his thick fingers, still covered in your release, inside your awaiting mouth. He pushed them in so deep, that you started to gag on them, almost choking. Then you started sucking eagerly, making obscene, lewd slurping noises. "Oh, you are going to be the death of me, my sweet little baby.“, Rick groaned huskily.

Slowly, the man took your jaw into his hand and turned your face back to his. He just stared into your eyes for a moment, gradually your lips moved towards another and then they met. His were still a bit wet from what had happened just minutes ago. You expected the kiss to be messy and wild, fuelled by hatred or you both trying to fight for dominance. But it was surprisingly soft. Rick kissed you with such care, handling you like you were made of glass, a stark contrast to his usual roughness.

It left you wondering if he felt guilty about what had just unfolded between the two of you. You were much younger than him and still so inexperienced.

What you didn’t know is that those traits were what had pulled Rick into a trance, you were a small doll, easy to break.

And he was not done until he had shattered you completely.

Haunting Adeline One-Shot Fan Fiction

Zade Meadows x Reader one-shot Haunting Adeline Universe Genre: Dark Romance Warnings: Dark romance themes, NSFW, weapon play/kink, Possessive behaviour, Slight fear kink. Summary/Blurb: You thought you were alone.

But Zade Meadows has never been far behind.

And when he leaves you a rose and a warning, you learn just how far obsession will go—especially when it wants to protect you, possess you, ruin you.

A dark, seductive one-shot about what happens when the hunter stops watching and finally decides to take what’s his.

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A single red rose sat on your dining room table.

Thornless. Clean. Intentional.

Tied to the stem was a note, the handwriting sharp and deliberate.

“See? I found you, little mouse.”

Your phone buzzed on the counter.

Unknown Number: Lock the door. I left you a surprise.

Your breath hitched.

Another buzz.

Unknown Number: The rose isn’t the only thing I’ve touched tonight.

Your breath caught.

You glanced at the rose again—too perfect. Too intentional.

And then the next message came in.

Unknown Number: Don’t make me come in without knocking.

Your heart jumped. You rushed to the door, hand trembling as you flipped the lock—

Click.

Another message.

Good girl.

You swallowed hard.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until—

Knock knock.

Two slow, measured raps on the door.

Your body tensed.

“Who is it?” you asked, even though your voice came out barely above a whisper.

You already knew.

A voice like velvet and venom slid through the door.

“Your shadow, little mouse.”

Zade.

Your stomach twisted—not with fear, but anticipation. Like your body had already decided for you. Like it wanted to be hunted.

You unlocked the door, slowly.

He didn’t wait.

The second the latch clicked, he pushed inside, closing it behind him with the same kind of finality you’d hear in a loaded gun cocking.

Zade stood in your hallway.

All black. Hood up. Gloves on. And those eyes—dark, cold, calculated.

He looked at you like he was seeing everything.

Like he already owned you.

“You shouldn’t open doors for monsters,” he said softly, stepping closer. “Someone might get the wrong idea.”

You didn’t move. Couldn’t.

He stopped a breath away from you, fingers reaching up to gently trace the side of your jaw—

A touch so tender it was almost cruel.

“I’ve been patient,” he murmured, voice dipping lower. “So f**king patient. Watching. Waiting. Letting you pretend you’re safe.”

His gloved hand wrapped around your throat—not tight, just enough to make your pulse pound under his fingers.

“But you’re not.”

A pause. His gaze dropped to your lips.

“You’re only safe with me.”

Then he kissed you.

Hard. Like a man who’d been dying to. Like someone who knew he was crossing a line and didn’t care.

His other hand gripped your hip, pulling you against him. You gasped into his mouth, and he groaned—low and deep, like the sound he’d make dragging you to bed and wrecking you.

“You’ve been teasing me,” he growled against your lips. “Leaving the curtains open. Walking around in that little thing.”

His hand slid down your thigh, up under your dress.

“And now? Now you’re going to take responsibility for what you started.”

You should’ve pulled away.

You didn’t.

Because the truth was—

You didn’t want to run.

You wanted to fall.

Zade pressed you back against the wall, his body a shield, his eyes locked on yours. There was a hunger in him now—no, not hunger. Need.

The kind of need that turned men into monsters.

“You don’t even realize what you do to me little mouse,” he murmured, brushing his nose along your jaw, inhaling you. “I watch you every night. Fingering yourself in the dark like I don’t see it. Like I wouldn’t kill a man for even thinking of you like that.”

Your breath hitched as his gloved hand slid under your dress again, teasing you—slow, soft strokes over your panties.

Then… click.

You froze.

He’d drawn the gun.

You didn’t see it. You didn’t have to. The cold kiss of metal against the underside of your chin told you everything you needed to know.

“Hands on the wall.”he ordered, voice low, like a command laced in silk and sin.

You obeyed.

Your palms flattened against the cool wall, heart thundering. Your breath shallow. But your thighs pressed together, heat pooling low in your stomach.

You weren’t scared.

You were on fire.

Zade’s body pressed behind you, gun still nestled beneath your jaw.

“I could make you beg right now,” he growled against your ear, “and you would. You’d cry for it. Because you want to be broken by me.”

His hand trailed between your legs, fingers pressing into you through the fabric—slow, deliberate, punishing.

“So wet already,” he murmured. “You like this, don’t you? Like knowing I could end you and instead—I’m going to devour you.”

He pulled your panties down with one hand, the other still holding the gun steady.

Then his fingers slipped inside—slow, torturous. Curling just enough to make you gasp.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “No more hiding. No more pretending little mouse.”

He dragged the gun lower, sliding the barrel slowly down your throat, between your breasts, then over your hip as he crouched behind you, mouth now pressed to your inner thigh.

“You’ll come on my fingers,” he said, biting down gently. “Then you’ll scream on my c**k.”

And you did.

You came hard on his fingers, body shuddering, breath a strangled moan against the wall. And when he finally pushed into you—deep, relentless, desperate—he groaned like a man who’d finally gotten his first taste of salvation.

The pace was brutal. Controlled chaos. One hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip, dragging you back onto him again and again.

And all the while, he talked.

“I’ll bury myself in you every night if I have to,” he grunted. “Every f**king night until you know you’re mine.”

Your name left his mouth like a vow. Over and over. Growled into your neck as he thrust harder, deeper.

Until you shattered again, body clenching, legs shaking—

And he came with a broken sound, teeth on your shoulder, hips locked tight to yours like he never wanted to leave.

The gun clattered gently to the floor as he leaned against you, both of you panting, wrecked.

And then, softer… almost reverent…

“I love you like a curse,” he whispered. “Like a sin I’d commit twice.”

Your legs were still trembling.

Zade caught you before you could sink to the floor, arms strong and unrelenting as he wrapped them around your waist and pulled you into him—your back against his chest, the gun long forgotten on the floor.

He kissed your shoulder once, then again. Slower this time. Calmer. Like the storm inside him had passed, and now all that remained was you.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked softly, voice low but steady.

You shook your head, leaning into him. “No.”

He tilted your chin back gently, looking into your eyes like he needed the truth written there. When he found it, the corners of his mouth twitched up—just slightly.

“Good,” he murmured. “But you tell me if I ever do.”

“I will,” you whispered.

Zade reached down and pulled his hoodie off, then slipped it over your head without a word. It smelled like him—smoke, gunpowder, and something darkly masculine. You sank into it.

He lifted you in his arms like it was the easiest thing in the world, carried you to the couch, and sat with you in his lap. One hand rubbing slow circles on your thigh, the other brushing sweaty strands of hair away from your face.

You expected silence.

Instead, his voice came quiet, careful.

“I watch you because I don’t trust anyone else to.” He didn’t look at you when he said it. “You don’t know what kind of people are out there. What kind of things I’ve done to people who looked at you too long.”

You didn’t flinch.

You didn’t run.

You just leaned in, resting your forehead against his.

“I know.”

Zade’s hand slipped under the hem of his hoodie, fingertips ghosting across your stomach like he was reminding himself you were really there.

He let out a shaky breath.

“I don’t know what to do with this,” he admitted. “I only know how to take. Break. Control.”

“And still,” you said softly, “you’re holding me like I’m something to protect.”

His jaw tensed. His grip tightened for a second—and then he nodded.

“I’ll protect you ‘til the day I stop breathing little mouse,” he whispered.

He kissed you again, but this time there was no rush. Just reverence. Like you weren’t just the girl he watched. You were the girl he chose.

And he wasn’t going anywhere.

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