meanstreak
rick grimes 𝘹 fem!𝘰𝘤
© WANDARYEN ──── 2024

"Sienna, correct?"

I nodded.

"You're related to Maggie, yes? You're both part of the Greene family?"

"Yes," I simply stated while my eyes lingered curiously around the room.

"I've spoken with Rick already, but you both lead the group right? I'd say you both have done a very good job at it. Are you two married?"

I stopped letting my eyes wonder and looked over to the woman, Deanna, who was sitting across from me on a couch and filming our entire conversation. "No ma'am, we're just together."

Deanna nodded her head, resting her elbows against her thighs as she leaned forward. She was doing these meetings to get to know the entire group and see if we were able to stay. If we were dangerous.

"Are Carl and Judith yours as well?"

I slowly averted my eyes away from hers, thinking about that question. Im sure Rick had already told the truth. "Yes, they are ours." I took a glance at her now to see a smile had formed on her face. I wanted to smile but I didnt, to stay more serious, but the way it sounded filled happiness inside me.

When all she did was smile at me, I stood up from the chair and walked over to the bookcase, admiring the books as I let my fingers graze the binding. "Beautiful selection you got here."

"You like to read?"

I looked over my shoulder to see Deanna had got up from the couch and was making her way over to me. "More than anything," I smiled lightly. "Kept me busy during the long days back on my farm. Maggie and I werent always alone." I then frowned, turning back to the books. "We had a family — but we lost them. So it's just us both trying to keep each other safe."

Deanna took her place beside me, looking over her books as I did while shoving her hands into her pockets. "I admire that. That's what family means — keeping each other safe."

"That entire group is my family Deanna," my voice was low and I finally had dropped my hand from the bookshelf, taking a step back and looking at her. "I'll die protecting them."

She gave me a simple nod and a soft smile. "Of course. Why dont we head back outside with the group. Im sure Aaron will show you your new home."

Home? I missed the sound of home. Coming home, being home, just home. It's been too long since we've had one.

I followed Deanna outside her house to see my group surrounded by a cart full of our weapons. My eyebrow raised as I glanced over at Rick who only gave me a nod.

I walked up to the cart and noticed my rifle had already been placed down. I breathed out slowly through my nose and pulled out my hand gun, unlocking my clip and checking the bullets inside before closing it and placing it on the cart.

Last thing I removed was my knife — gazing up at the woman with long brown hair and glasses staring back at me. I offered a kind smile.

The street Aaron led us down had two unoccupied houses he had claimed were ours now.

"I'd call dibs on that one. It's got more curb appeal." He pointed to the house on our right then held his hands behind his back. "Listen, I know you're still feeling us out, but I'm glad you came."

I looked over at Aaron smiled. "Thank you, Aaron. It's — It's hard to believe this is even real." I turned my attention back towards the large house — admiring the shutters and white fresh coat of paint.

"Deanna's asked everyone to give you your space so they aren't all coming at you at once. Take your time. Explore. You need anything, you call me." When me, Rick, and Carl simultaneously turned to Aaron confused — he smiled awkwardly and corrected himself. "I don't — we don't have phones. I—I meant, I'm four houses down."

Rick gave him a nod, "thank you."

The three of us walked inside the house Aaron had suggested and were suddenly greeted with so much space, filled with white walls and nothing but cleaned rooms.

The kitchen was everything you'd wish to have after looking at it in a magazine. Carl walked over to the sink and flipped the water on before holding his hand under and feeling it. When he gave us both a smile, the one thing that spoke in my mind was shower.

Rick and I went upstairs, while Carl went back outside with the group, checking each bedroom before we had got to the master bedroom with a bathroom and shower.

I stared longingly into the bathroom, itching to feel fresh water against my skin and scrub five layers of dirt, blood, and sweat off.

"I saw another bathroom in the other room, I'll take that one." Rick kissed my shoulder from behind. I almost turned to stop him — tempted to ask him to join me. I liked having him close. I liked feeling him close but, I wanted to spend this moment by myself. Clean every part of myself that hasn't been properly cleaned in months.

Just staring at the shower made me become visibly area how disgusting I smelt.

I heard his boots move against the hardwood floor before the bedroom door shut.

I quickly stripped myself out of my clothes. Peeling away all the layers and kicking them into the further corner of the bathroom before turning on the shower.

A soft pleased sigh bubbled up my throat the moment my body touched the hot water. I almost moaned — inviting the substance by tilting my head back and allowing the water to flow down my body.

There was a bar of soap, body wash, and both shampoo and conditioner waiting for me on the edge of the tub. I lathered everything up into my hands, but being sure not to let greed overcome me and save the rest for the others.

My hair was soft and globs of stray hair collected at the bottom of my feet but I watched it swirl down the drain happily.

I shaved every inch of my body.

At least two layers of skin came off after scrubbing relentlessly with my hand cloth.

I wanted to stay in here forever and the thought of having to get out so I could save the hot water for the next person nearly made me weep.

There was a stack of fresh folded towels on a shelf and a baby blue silk robe hanging from the bathroom door.

I turned the water off and exited the shower — my toes stretching and gripping the comfy bath rub under my feet. I rinsed my hair out over the tub, removing any excess water lingering before throwing it up in a towel and wrapping myself up in the robe.

Exiting the bathroom, I shuffled towards the single dresser sitting at the opposite end of the bed. The first drawer had fresh clean undergarments, the second one filled with shirts, and the third occupied with pants. Almost as if this old house was just waiting to be taken.

I searched for clothes in my size — settling on a sage green cami top with a pair of jeans.

Going back into the bathroom to tie on my shoes and release my wet hair from the towel, I was immediately greeted by the reflection of myself in the bathroom mirror. The object was slightly fogged due to the condensation from the hot water — but seeing myself for the first time nearly made me gasp.

I touched the small scar on my eyebrow, then one on my temple, before grazing the one on my cheek. All from God knows what. I've lost track and stopped caring long ago.

I was visibly slimmer due to being malnourished — not enough food out there to keep me from having an early grave.

A soft knock came from the bedroom door, followed by a creak from the wooden floor, and Rick calling my name.

"Sienna?"

I stared at myself one last time — one minute longer with a side smile.

"Yeah." I quickly exited the bathroom, brushing away some cotton balls off my arm from the towel I used — my gaze fixated on my skin until I stopped abruptly.

Rick stood before me, shirtless, and his beard completely gone.
      
I blinked repeatedly as if I was encountering a momentary glitch in the matrix. It was gone and suddenly I was missing it.

His facial expression remained soft before briefly turning to full concern. "W-What? Is it that bad?" He subconsciously reached for his face, causing me to laugh softly and quickly grab his wrist.

"No! No." Shaking my head, I took a step closer and replaced his own hand with mine to feel the bare skin. "It's just — I don't think I've ever seen you without one." A grin slowly stretched across my lips. "You look good."
      
For once Rick Grimes tore his gaze away from mine with a soft blush forming on his cheeks. I had in fact made him blush and it made me feel incredibly overpowering.

"Alright," he whispered nervously before letting out a gentle laugh.

I dropped my hand from his face, covering my mouth to hide the endless giggles while he stepped further into the room to get a good look around. "Do you like it here?"

I tilted my head side to side, following his gaze around the room while tucking my hands into the back pockets of my jeans. "It's a place to rest our heads. I don't see a problem with it — and Deanna seems like a good woman." Rick finally turned back to me and I titled my head with a smile. "Plus, Aaron proved himself trustworthy, with — questionable moments but, I don't think we're in any danger being here."

He nodded his head but avoided eye contact with me until I placed my hand on the side of his face to gain his attention. "Hey, we're safe. We're together and that's what matters."

His gaze slowly flickered back towards mine and instead of any sign of joy — I noticed the sadness in his eyes immediately.

"I've broken a lot of promises with you lately, and I'm so sorry."

I furrowed my eyebrows questionably. "What makes you say that?"

His hands settled on my waist and I was compelled to hold his face in both of my hands now. Our gazes locked together strongly, but my own having more plead that he wouldn't blame himself for anything that's happened in the past.

"I couldn't say it before — didn't know when it was the right time. But I have an awful habit of making promises I can't always keep with you."

"I think you're just being too hard on yourself." I stroked his cheek with my thumb gently. "I never once resented you for any of the mistakes you've made. So don't think I'm going to start that now.

His forehead creased slightly, his eyes drifting downwards before voluntarily leaning his forehead against mine. "Your family — "

"Is here." I stated sternly, using one of my hands to hover over his heart. "It's you, Carl, and Judith."

Silence filled the room momentarily but it was comforting. We remained inseparable by touch — neither of us making the first move to pull away.

Rick inhaled heavily, breathing in the coconut shampoo and conditioner that lingered in the air from the shower.

"You know," I smiled mischievously, earning a kiss on the palm of my hand. "If all works out here in Alexandria — if it's proven safe and a good home for the kids — we could have ten more of our own to keep the population in the community up."

I was one hundred percent joking. Only meaning to tease Rick and make him laugh, but my own words caused my stomach to flip with the familiar flame flickering inside.

A soft primal growl curled up his throat and suddenly I was hoisted upwards with my legs forced around his waist.

A surprise gasp exited through my lungs and his lips were on mine with pure desperation.

My fingers gripped his bare shoulder blades while his hands palmed my thighs. He carefully moved us towards the dresser, my back brushing against the edge before he settled me down on top.

I immediately tugged him closer with my legs caging his body against my own. Purposely bucking my hips to meet his in a desperate attempt to feel how badly he anticipated me — us.

Our lips collided before pulling apart, only to come back as we fought against one another for dominance. His hand reached up and tangled my wet hair between his fingers before pulling my head back gently. I moaned softly against his lips, giving him full capability of brushing his tongue against mine.

I caved immediately and could feel my body sinking further into the dresser while my core burned to feel him.

I decided to return the stubborn gesture by rolling my hips inward to meet his own. The very obvious hard-on that appeared behind his zipper brushed beautifully against my center.

A strangled moan fell from his lips — which immediately was disguised by a groan. "Do it again."

Not a demand but a plead.

The fire in my belly was growing and Rick's hand began wandering up my thighs. His thumbs brushing against the area I needed to feel him most but he avoided it entirely by tugging on the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.

"Rick," I mumbled pathetically against his mouth.

His hands immediately found a home on my skin and his hands burned. His chest was pressed against mine — the only barrier keeping us apart was the new bra I put on after the shower.

His kisses trailed down my jaw before creating a path directly over my collarbone. Each kiss causing my heart to quake against my chest as if it were trying to burst out.

When it was his turn to drag his clothed covered cock against my center, I moaned louder with my head falling backwards. His breath fanned against my ear. "See what you do to me?"

I rolled my head against his, hoping to meet his burning hot gaze. "Rick." I grabbed his neck and thread my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. I couldn't play this game anymore — the teasing, the yearning. The rubber band in my stomach was stretching as far as it could go — desperately waiting to snap back with any kind of relief.

"Yes, sweetheart?" The words melted against my lips when his mouth met mine again. The kiss was filled with passion and hunger — his fingers digging into my hips. "Use your words."

A soft knock from the first floor echoed throughout the house and every cell in my body grew deadly still. As if everything that has happened the past 24 hours suddenly returned to me like I was getting yanked out of a coma.

I splayed my hands against his chest with an attempt to pull away from the kiss — but he quickly followed. Intentionality ignoring the continuous knocking at the front door by chasing after my lips with endless desire.

"Wait," I managed to breathe out heavily, "someone's at the door — Rick."

Once I was no longer giving back what I was receiving, his forehead dropped to my shoulder — our heavy breathing mixing together like chemicals.

His chest rose and fell heavily. We both fought to regain our composure but as the knocking continued, showing no sign of stopping — Rick kissed my collarbone before leaning backwards.

I watched him exit the room while I reached for my tank top with haste. I dragged my hand slowly down my face, mentally calming myself down with a few extra inhales to slow my heart rate.

I slipped the fabric back over my body and climbed down from the dresser. I could hear a woman's voice but Rick was silent.

"I have two boys, Ron and Sam. Ron's my oldest boy. He's about your son's age. I could introduce them. If that's okay with you and — "

I appeared from behind Rick, who was holding a large basket with supplies in his grasp. Our gazes locked before mine flickered down towards his very obvious shirtless chest.

I rolled my eyes mentally — not out of jealousy or malicious intent. But because his mind was clearly in the gutter that he didn't think about putting something on to greet our new neighbors.

"Hi!" The blonde girl smiled directly at me. "I just came over to hand you guys some — " She paused, clearing her throat with a gentle shake of her head. "I didn't know you two were busy."

"Just cleaning up is all," I smiled politely while taking the basket from Rick and placing it on the counter. "Thank you, Jessie."

"Of course, it's not a problem — seriously. And expect to receive the same kind of hospitality from everyone. It's just what we do for new-comers."

I moved back beside Rick, tilting my head at the woman. She must've been a little older than me — if not the same age, I wasn't sure. "We really appreciate that." I gazed up at Rick — my heart twitching against my chest with the memory of us upstairs flashing against my mind. "I'm going to find Judith," I smiled once more, peeling my gaze away from his to exit the house.

Jessie stepped towards the side and Rick reached for my hand — an attempt to stop me but I was already leaving the house with a desperate need of fresh air.

dylan
aaaand *scene*