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

Rick put his brown jacket over my shoulders. The faded white cotton collar brushing against my cheek while he rested his hand over my back.

"I want you to stay here on this one — with Tyreese, Carl, Rosita, Eugene and Gabriel. Protect the baby."

I was hastily collecting bullets for my handgun and rifle, purposely leaving enough in the bag for the others but taking enough as a precaution.

We kept all our weapons, ammunition, food supplies, and other utilities in a closest-like room. It was positioned in the same corner of the Church where Gabriel's office was — where Bob was currently passed out but being taken care of by Sasha.

My hands didn't stop moving, even when Rick's hand stilled over my back and said my name to gain my attention. I glanced up at him with tears in my eyes, trying my hardest to keep my lip from quivering.

I had so much tension building in my chest about my sister and Glenn leaving. So much anger that didn't know how to be properly expressed so it was coming out in warm spurts of tear drops.

Once Rick met my broken gaze, his shoulders slouched and immediately sunk to the floor beside me. "Sweetheart," he whispered into my ear before taking my face into his hands.

I wanted to look anywhere but his face. Any time I cried, I felt more pathetic than the last time and it was a reoccurring situation. I didn't know how to turn off my emotions so I didn't have to feel anything. But things kept going wrong and it was a push and pull like situation — I was exhausted.

His thumbs brushed the tears from my cheeks. "I promise — I swear to you, we will find them again. This isn't forever, just a temporary set back." His voice kind and soft, causing my heart to burst against my chest and all I really wanted to do was sink into his arms. "We're going to find our people, find Beth, then meet up with Maggie and Glenn. We're going to be reunited soon."

"Is there anything we can do to keep them from leaving?" The words came out like a whisper.

The corner of his lips twitched upwards in a sad smile before slowly shaking his head. "Not this time."

My head immediately dropped and I could feel my heart shattering into a million pieces. I felt like I was failing my father. Beth was gone — Maggie was leaving, my only family left was slipping right through the spaces of my fingers.

"Your family is right here."

It's true — I had Rick, Carl, and Judith to worry about now. But that doesn't mean I was ready to say goodbye to my other family.

The bullets slipped from my hands and sprinkled across the hardwood floor beneath us. A small choked sob fighting its way up my throat but I forced it down as much as possible.

"Come here," Rick murmured before pulling me close into his chest, allowing me to burry my face directly over his heart.

His arm secured itself protectively over my shoulder while his hand clutched the back of my head — keeping me as close as possible while I silently cried into the warmth of his body.

Maggie was leaving me.

It didn't matter how many times I told myself over and over in hopes I would accept the reality of things. Every reminder stung a little harder than the last. Like taking an enormous pill to swallow without water and unfortunately getting stuck in my esophagus.

I felt Rick kiss the top of my head before carefully pulling my face back. "I love you." His words gave me to capability to breathe inwards, finally. He kissed my forehead before leaning his own against mine.

I voluntarily closed my eyes to regain any composure I had left. His thumbs softly grazing across my cheekbones for physical reassurance.

The pain was unbearable but I was so incredibly lucky to have him with me.

I moved my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer before giving him a long desperate kiss. His arms circled around my waist and I was hoisted into his lap on the ground, my tongue immediately finding after opening his mouth.

My fingers clutched the back of his shirt — a desperate attempt to keep him closer because truthfully I was terrified of losing him too.

It took me so long to accept him into my life and the thought of losing him so soon made me want to rip my heart out of my chest. The idea of life without Rick felt — impossible.

His hands traveled down towards my ass, purposely cupping it within his large grasp to pull me in closer by any attempt. The fire in my belly grew deeper and deeper, causing my need to kiss him further more desperate.

I wanted to remember how he tasted, what he felt like, and how he smelt. The jacket was officially the only thing I had while he left to go on a witch hunt for Gareth. The possibility of him not returning, was more than likely — seeing as it's been a common occurrence within our group.

I gripped the back of his shirt tighter, pulling my lips away briefly to catch a single deep breath but he chased after them like a starved man. 

The greed we both shared to keep each other close was enough to last us a life time.

"All right, let's get going!" Abraham's voice carried all the way through the church and into the storage room.

Rick kissed the corner of my mouth once more before kissing my jaw down to my throat. I could feel fresh tears welling up but I forced them back when Rick shifted underneath me and brought us both to our feet.

Once mine touched the ground, he kissed my forehead long and softly before reaching for the extra bullets I laid out for him.

"I'll be back," he promised with a whisper.

We exited the room and I took a stance beside Carl, who was holding Judith in both of his arms.

I watched the group — my entire family leave us behind before Gabriel shut the church doors behind them and locked them tight.

I took a steady inhale through my nose then placed a hand on Carls back. "Come on," I nodded my head in the direction of Gabriel's office.

I grabbed the duffel bag of guns from the storage room and brought it into the office.

Tyreese was kneeling beside Bob on the floor. Carl placed Judith in her basket as Rosita took a seat on the floor beside Eugene and Gabriel sat beside the couch.

I held my gun tightly, positioning myself in front of the door and the others. My gaze locked firmly on the piece of wood that separated us from the rest of the church. The room was silent — Judith falling asleep quickly after Carl placed her stuffed rabbit in the basket beside her.

The idea was to ambush Gareth and his people from both sides of the church. Not giving them a single advantage in escaping.

Seconds turned into minutes that passed by incredibly slowly. Not once did I move my gaze off the door. Carl took a stance beside me with his own gun — we stood shoulder to shoulder waiting for the opportunity to attack.

I was anticipating one of the men from Gareth's group to arrive. Someone Tyreese told me about earlier — someone that threatened Judith.

The front doors of the church were busted open but none of us made a sound.

"Hello? Anybody home!" Gareth loudly spoke from the front of the church. "You know we're here, and we know you're here." There was a small pause of silence, my finger just hovering over the trigger while my gun remained pointed towards the ground. "And we're armed. So there's really no point in hiding anymore." We heard the sounds of footsteps slowly creaking against the wooden floor.

"We've been watching you — we know who's here. There's Bob, unless you put him out of his misery already — there's Eugene, Rosita, Martins good friend Tyreese."

My eye twitched at the mention of Martin. The man I planned on killing.

"Carl, Sienna — my favorite blondie, then Judith. Rick and the rest walked out — with a lot of your guns. Listen we don't know where you all are but this isn't a big place. So just stop this now before things get more painful than they need to be."

The door knob to the room started to rattle, indicating someone was trying to get into the office.

"Look, you're behind one of these two doors and we have more than enough firepower to take down both. Can't imagine that's what you all want."

Someone cocked their shotgun in the piercing silence — my heart beginning to beat against my chest heavily.

"How about the priest?" Gareth continued. "Father, you help us wrap this up, we'll let you walk away from this. Just open the door and you can go." I slowly shook my head, hovering my finger over the trigger. "You can take the baby with you. What do you say?"

Suddenly Judith started to cry from behind me and Carl jumped to aid her as Rosita quickly took a stance beside me with her gun raised.

I could faintly hear the men discuss things outside the door, the wait making me feel even more anxious until I heard two tiny gun shots from a silencer right outside the door.

"Put your guns on the floor," Ricks spoke.

"Rick, we'll fire right into that office. So you lower your gun —" before he had the chance to finish, Rick fired his gun once more, the bullet hitting someone in the process.

Gareth let out a yelp in pain, dropping his gun to the floor with a heavy thump. "Put your guns on the floor and kneel." Rick ordered once more.

I looked over at Rosita, giving her a small nod and she responded by taking a step towards the side of the door, waiting for my signal to have her open it for me to step out.

When I nodded, she slowly opened the door then quickly lifted her gun in defense as I slowly slipped out of the room with my gun raised.

She softly shut the door behind me as I stepped into the shadows silently. Gareth was kneeling down on the floor while clutching onto his hand. "Do what he says." He grunted. "Martin, there's no choice here."

When Martin didn't move, I slowly crept up behind him. "Drop your weapon," I spoke sternly with my handgun pressed against Martins neck. "Drop your weapon or I put a bullet in your throat."

His body stiffed. "You wouldnt."

I slowly kneeled down beside him, my hands holding the gun firmly against the flickering pulse point on his neck. "I wouldn't? You don't think?"

He nervously shook his head and I could see the sweat dripping down his forehead from fear.

"No. That would attract the walkers a mile away."

My chest was rising and falling from adrenaline and anger, the point of my gun never leaving his neck as I leaned my face closer to his. "I heard what you did to my daughter, what you threatened to do to her. I will put a bullet between your eyes and every walker that comes to that front door in order to protect my child and not lose an inch of sleep tonight over it. Put your gun down right now."

Martin finally complied and the gun slipped from his grasp, clanging down to the hardwood floor. He defensively raised both of his hands and I got up from the ground, purposely positioning myself to stand behind him.

I caught a quick glimpse from Rick — his gaze burning into mine before giving me a single nod.

"No point in begging, right?" Gareth spoke in a joking manner but Rick didn't move. "No."

"Still, you could have killed us when you came in. There had to be a reason for that."

"We didn't want to waste the bullets." Rick spoke casually.

We used to help people. We saved people." Gareth pointed out. "Things changed. They came in and — " he paused, letting out a muffled groan then a deep sigh to regain himself. "After that — I know that you've been out there, but I can see it. You don't know what it is to be hungry. You don't have to do this. We can walk away. And we will never cross paths again. I promise you."

Rick tilted his head to the side carefully. "But you'll cross someone's path. You'd do this to anyone, right? Besides, I already made you a promise."

I slowly lowered my gun away from Martins neck while using my free hand to pull out my knife.

Rick pulled out the knife with the red handle, Gareth's eyes growing dangerously wide before screaming. "No!"

I put my handgun away into its holster and grabbed a fistful of Martins hair, yanking his head backwards before he could retreat. A single scream echoed through the church and I immediately cut his neck open with the knife.

I was filled with complete rage.

My sister and bestfriend were leaving. Martin threatened Judith and laid his hands on her.

The thought only made me more angry when I drove the knife into his temple and I could feel his blood pouring onto my hands. Rick's jacket gained a few more stains from his blood, but I highly doubted he would even mind.

I took a single step backwards and allowed Martin's body to slump to the ground with a thud.

I pulled a small worm out cloth from my back pocket and used it to clean the blade. The blood from Martin was pouring out, drifting closer towards my boots but I took another step backwards to avoid stepping in the liquid.

"Sienna." Rick's voice was like molten lava that made my heart quake against my chest.

His hands came to my face before placing very small but soft kiss on my lips. I allowed myself to sink into his comforting embrace momentarily before being forced to accept my next reality.

One issue was figured out, but we had several more to deal with in the morning.

"This is our route to DC. We'll stick to it as long as we're able." Abraham spoke while handing Rick the map. "If not, well, you got our destination. Once Eugene gets to the big brains left up there, things are gonna bounce back. This group should be there for it. You should be there for it."

"They will be." Maggie spoke up. Her words made me cringe. Everything was making me cringe right now.

I pulled her into my arms and her own wrapped securely around my neck. My air supply was practically cut-off by the death grip she held on me but I didn't complain.

Neither of us wanted to be the first to pull away — neither of us were ready to say goodbye.

"Let's go." Abraham ordered.

I felt the same tears making a return when Maggie was the first to pull away. Glenn appeared at my side and Immediately took the opportunity to hug me next.

"You'll see us again," he promised. 

I clutched the back of his shirt with a small quick nod. "Please take care of my sister," I muttered with the force to keep myself from crying again. "Please."

"I will, don't worry." He rubbed the back of my head once we separated and Rick positioned himself beside me with a hand on my waist.

The group climbed into the bus, one by one, until my sister and Glenn were the last ones and I quickly covered my mouth with my hand. I was trying to hold back to sobs threatening to break free. Rick's hold on me was luckily the one thing keeping me from falling over

"I'll be there even when I'm not," I whispered into the silence that surrounded us.

Nightfall had returned hours later — after burying Bobs body and getting rid of the others that stained the church floor. Much to Gabriel's dismay, he helped us cleaned the wooden floor and bring it back to its regular appearance as much as possible.

Most of the time I sat on the porch steps in front of the church by myself. Even when nightfall arrived, I didn't have the strength to get up and move around.

Rick came out almost every 30 minutes to check on me, offer food, or sit beside me in silence while I stared blankly at the road.

My chest felt hollow, at this point, and an overwhelming sensation of loneliness was beginning to cloud my emotions. With both of my sisters gone and my father, I wasn't too sure what my purpose was any longer.

The only thing I had to held onto was the hope that Maggie and Beth were going to be alive at the end of all of this,.
       
"Hey," I was greeted with Michonne's voice, her presence now being known as she took a seat beside me on the steps. "Hungry?" She nudged my arm lightly with her elbow, gaining my attention as I turned to see she was holding a granola bar.

A small smile formed on my lips as I took it gratefully from her hand and ripped open the paper to reveal the food.

"Your sister — Maggie, she's strong, I have no doubt in my mind she wont make it. She has Glenn to look after her. And you heard them talking — we'll meet up with them again."

I took a bite out of the granola and slowly nodded my head, releasing a sigh through my nose.

When I finished chewing my bite, I turned to her with a slight shrug of my shoulders. "I'll be alright."

She gave me a smile, showing off her teeth which caused my smile to grow slightly bigger. "And that's what makes you even stronger," her hand softly rubbed my arm and I gently rested my head on her shoulder.

While we sat there in peaceful silence, a rustling sound from our right caught our attention, making our heads turn toward the bushes.

I quickly dropped the granola bar and pulled out my knife as she did the same — the both of us now standing on our feet and walking on solid ground.

We shared a similar glance — ready to attack whatever was coming out of the bushes.

I squinted from the darkness, both of us inching closer until Daryl suddenly made an appearance.

I stopped abruptly, my eyes growing wide with relief, and a large smile stretching across my lips. "Oh my god," I muttered softly, almost dropping my knife and running towards him.

"Where's Carol?" Michonne asked beside me.

His face was completely unphased, making me slightly worried. He turned his head over his shoulder and spoke towards the darkness. "Come on out."

dylan
sienna: if i ever lose rick ill go insane
me, writing her story: im going to hold your hand when i tell you this.

but i wanted to make it aware that I will probably write for the entire show, even after Rick disappears. I've slowly started coming up with ideas for extra characters, Sienna's character development during that arc, how strong her relationship with Daryl will be. Because Daryl will truly be the GLUE that keeps Sienna alive for Rick. But i will be writing for TWD: the ones who live — they will be reunited no matter what !!!!