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Terrible Love || Rick & Wichita

He could feel the dampness of her tears form on his shirt and his eyes closed on the feel of it. Tears slipped from his own eyes as he tried to keep her as close as he could, tried to make her feel alright, tried to take the pain away. But he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to or if he even knew how. She deserved so much more than this.

His hand lifted and carefully, gently combed down through her hair but before he could say anything else to her she had pulled away. Her breathing was erratic and she was attempting to contain herself. Seeing her this way, knowing this was what they were left with tore into him. He hadn’t been able to do a thing about this and his hands were tied, painfully so.

Pushing aside all attempts to speak assurances he reached out for her and carefully took hold of her shoulders, his own eyes gleaming with reflected emotion, with the ache for her to let him in, to let him try to soothe those open and pulsing wounds.

"Krista…’ He whispered, eyes holding hers with a timid approach. He swallowed down on the burning emotions and told himself that he could help her, that if he was just there for her in time the pain would ease and she would be herself again. "You can…you have to. I know, god I know you’re hurting, sweetheart but-" He wasn’t sure if he was making any sense, if he was being too expectant but the emotions were raw and the words came right from inside of him. "-I need you to let me in. I need you to tell me what I can do."

Wichita was trembling in his arms. She winced at the sound of her name. He was hurting and desperate to get her attention, but she couldn't make herself focus on him at all. She ran her hand through her hair, trying to catch her breath. Her fingers touched her cheek, feeling the wet trail of tears down her face. Wichita was falling apart.

She nodded, trying to show Rick she was attempting to listen to him. But there was nothing coming out of her mouth. "I-I--" Her voice cracked with an intelligible sound. Words were impossible. "I don't know how. How do I live like this?"

"I have nothing left." Wichita whispered. She felt split in two. She had changed so much since she met Rick. Not because he made her, but because she wanted to be the person he needed her to be. If something upset her, she just went down to the mall and let her need for adrenaline push away any unwanted emotions.

Since Rick had helped her get her life together, Wichita had learned to throw herself into her work. But now the thought of taking care of someone else's children was the worst thing she could think of. Wichita had no way to control her life now. She was just there. 

"I don't know. I'm exhausted. But I can't go to sleep. Not in there." Wichita's guilt was growing. Every time she said something, she felt like she was putting Rick down. "I'm sorry. I know you must be so tired. I'm going to take a bath so you can go lay down."

A Change-Carl+Wichy+Rick

Just like Wichy said he headed towards the dining room with a few sodas in hand, nudging Carl to come follow him as well. Inwardly he hoped that the food was good, he always worried that Carl wasn’t gonna like it all too much even though he seemed to be taking to being there with them quite well. Rick would be glad if Carl decided to never go back home but then, that wasn’t entirely fair.

At Wichy’s question he smiled at her before swallowing down nervously at the sight of her reaching into her pocket where he knew the ring was. Starting that off, well now he was even more nervous.

Resting his elbows on the table his eyes traveled over to Carl and nodded to him. “God, can I remember that last day, must feel like heaven, don’t it?”

Carls eyes watched as the plates were lowered onto the table. He let out a small scoff and nodded at her question. He was glad to be off from school. He didn’t like being there all too much. He had friends there but his ex was also there, with her constant remarks. He hated that, hated that he had to answer her. He didn’t have to though, did he? Not really. He just felt like he had to explain to someone, anyone really. It was crazy. Who did he have to explain to? Maybe above all he wanted an explanation for why things never worked out the way that they should. "Yeah, it’s been great. Never really liked school. Sorry, dad, it’s just boring." he said, shaking his head a bit before he started to eat the meatloaf set before him. Swallowing down one bite he looked back at the two of them. "What have you two been up to?"

Wichita laughed. If there was anything she could relate with, it was a dislike for school. She was never really interested in learning. She was smart on her own. School only ever dragged her down. Too many rules. "So boring." she agreed with a smile.

Wichita glanced up at Rick immediately. Carl's question was the perfect opportunity to bring up the news they had to share with him. But Wichy knew their engagement had to come from Rick. Rick was his father and he needed to be the one to say it. As her mind turned, the ring felt heavy in her pocket, like she was keeping a terrible secret. But Carl liked her, didn't he? He had to be happy for them. He just had to be.

She shrugged softly, taking a drink. "Just work. So many little kids. I'm happy to be on break too. I feel for your dad, though. He doesn't get vacations like we do. But he's managed to get some free time off, haven't you, Rick?"

notthegoodgrimes

Nothing Lasts Forever || Rick & Wichita

Her questions shot straight through him. Blistering sharp edges were her words, the lingering affect terrible and overwhelming. His eyes blurred with emotion as he swallowed down harshly, the feeling whispering through his veins with harsh impact. She was working on him, he knew that, he knew that she understood the way to get through him. But what could he do when he felt useless against her?

Stepping towards her his hands settled there on his shoulders, eyes burning down into hers. Didn’t she understand that he loved her more than anything in the entire world?

"Don’t kill him…." He whispered, plea flooding his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he could live with himself knowing that a man had died on his account. "….Wichita, please. Just don’t kill him. We can leave here, forget the darkness and just…let me make it up to you." It was helpless, he knew that it was useless. She wouldn’t want to leave, not when Carl was still there. Not when he had stripped her of everything.

Wichita glared at him. Where was the strong man that had swept her off her feet so many years ago? He changed her life for the better when they met. He had changed it again when he decided to kill her. But at least he knew what he wanted and he took it, without question. Now Rick had been reduced to begging her to follow his weak wishes. She was tired of it. Wichita wanted her Rick back.

She shoved him away, knocking him into a wall of shelves. Wichita turned immediately and reached for the clerk, jerking him over the counter. He barely had time yell for help, before sinking her teeth into his neck. The blood surged forward into her mouth, without much effort from her. She moaned softly at the taste, savoring it.

The man eventually dropped from the loss of blood. But even as she filled with what her body desired most, she still felt an ache of emptiness. Rick would never understand. When the man served no more use to her, Wichy let him fall to the floor completely.

She sighed, wiping her mouth with her jacket sleeve. Wichita turned and gave Rick a hard look. "When are you going to learn? You can't ask something of me and offer me nothing in return. I take what I want, always have. You used to, too."

Wichita reached over the counter and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. She patted the pack before ripping it open. She slid one out and lit it carefully. Forcing her lungs to work and inhale the smoke. The repetition calmed her slightly.

"It's a shame, really. I miss sharing with you. Since I'm feeling so nostalgic and my cravings are mostly satisfied, we can start over. You want to spend the day together?" She wanted it desperately. The idea of being curled up under the covers with him until it was evening again and time to see Carl was all she really wanted. But there was no way she was asking him for anything. He had to ask her for it. Or they would both suffer.

"If you really want that Rick then you're going to have to give me something. So stop begging and start providing. You must be starving." She didn't know how he could stand it, being ice cold like that. She loved feeling warm, filled with the rush of fresh blood. "And, I'm always in the mood for dessert."

Rip You Apart- Rick&Wichita

It was another late night. He could still feel the fading pulse from beneath her skin when he had pressed against it long enough. The burn of his hands had left a mark on her neck, careful evidence of strangulation. He stayed staring down into her face, those excited eyes were blunted out now and she was no longer begging him to stop. There was always a fall from the high the hunting gave him. He had marks along his arms but they would fade away by later on. They never did last that long.

As he took the keys from his pocket he put one into the lock and started on opening the door when he heard a clutter of voices from behind him. His brows furrowed and a dawn of confusion came on him as he checked his watch. It was pretty late for this side of town.

Taking the key from the car door he dropped the ring into his pocket and headed in the direction of the voices. For a moment he watched from afar, seeing if it was something interesting. Looked like a scuffle between a cop and some thief. He was about to decide on turning away when he noticed that it was Jim from the station.

"Jim?" He called out, breaking up the talk as he stepped further towards them. His eyes full of observance as he turned them to the girl Jim was questioning. He’d been retired for a short while now but he knew when someone had something off and this one most certainly did. Well that was intriguing.

Jim was going on about how they hadn’t seen each other in a long while but Rick interrupted him. “What’d she do?” He looked a little surprised and went on with a full explanation of how he was almost positive that she was responsible for a bit of thieving that had happened nearby last night. Rick let out a chuckle and shook his head as he went to stand beside her. His arm went around her shoulders as he looked over at Jim. “Jim, man, that’s impossible. This girl, she has nothing to do with that.”

"How do you know?"

Rick smiled knowingly as he gave a shrug of his shoulders. “Kind of know personally.” That was an easy way to send Jim back to the station and once he was Rick turned to look at the girl with a bit of interest flaring there in his gaze. “That was close. y’really steal all that stuff?”

Wichita thought she was going to rip that guy apart right there in the street for everyone to see. God, he was annoying. She told him she didn't steal those things. He had no proof so he should have fucking believed her. Instead, he kept stepping forward, trying to tower over her. Like he thought he could intimidate her.

There was a knife in her pocket, like always. He was making it easy for her. He just kept moving closer. Wichita could slip the knife into his chest and be gone before anyone noticed. It was dark and the street was quiet. Wichita was fast and accurate. He'd be on the ground and dead before anyone would walk by.

But suddenly, someone came up behind her. A man she had never seen before had an unusual interest in what was happening between her and the cop. Oh great, they were friends. He was probably a cop too. Were they all just going to come out of no where tonight. Neither of them had any proof. They should let her go.

Wichita was surprised and annoyed when the man put an arm around her. She kept her mouth shut as the man kept talking. He made it seem like he knew her... like they had been together. Arrogant bastard.

She pushed his arm away as soon as the cop was gone. "I don't see why any of this was any of your business. What was that?" Wichita asked, looking him up and down. He was attractive under the street light. Clearly, there was something in his eyes. He knew more than that other dumb cop. "You're one of them, aren't you? What was that? Some good cop, bad cop routine?"

Incidental- Rick&Wichy

He stared at her with a bit of surprise when she took for lightening up the slightly unnerved atmosphere. He didn’t need things to get awkward so he smiled across at her and nodded. “Course I am. I’ll even give you a head start.”

Rick loved the way that the sun hit her eyes now, reflecting off the glisten from her smile. He took that in, let it linger inside of him as he gestured forward. “Better get going, you’ve got three extra seconds.”

Wichita was surprised and thrilled that Rick was willing to play along with her game. Everyone always looked at her as if she was either childish or insane. Rick seemed to be captivated, or at least pretended to be. 

She took off running, her feet sinking a little into the grass as she raced for the lake. Wichita slipped out of her shoes, wanting to hit the water as soon as she got there. Rick was a cop and clearly more fit than she was, but she wasn't about to give a good race. It was fun.

Wichy lifted her t-shirt over her head, slowly down for a moment as she threw it down to the ground. Her feet hit the wood dock and she turned to see if Rick had kept up with her. 

Bright Lights- Rick&Wichita

He smiled softly at her answer, the thought that she was actually enjoying it out here. He loved it, it brought him back to those few short years when peace had been his and everything else was just on the outside looking in.

"Thought about moving back here…" He thought on it, looking out at the area outside the windows, it was just like he’d remembered, uncrowded streets despite the kids running around playing.

"….I don’t think that I could. I mean everything is back in LA isn’t it?" He knew how stupid that sounded. He wasn’t sure if he could revert back to this lifestyle as something everyday and constant.

"Guess I just need someone who would care to move back here with me. Could get lonely." He chuckled softly at his own words.

Wichita wondered if all of what he said could really be true. She had heard every one of his songs and seen almost all of his interviews. Wichy thought she knew everything about him. Could Rick really be as lonely as she is?

"I guess LA has it all. It seems like it. I don't really stay in one place for too long. To me, it seems like every place can get a little lonely."

Wichy couldn't really understand what he meant though. Did he have a girlfriend that wasn't willing to give up the city life? "You mean Rick Grimes doesn't have a girl that would follow him across the country? If you don't, then I doubt there's hope for any of us." she said teasingly.

Some Kind of Home-Rick&Wichita

He hesitated, her going with him. Did he really want people to go on and talk about them? Wondering if they were together when they showed up on campus together? He didn’t like the thought but he supposed that one day could be alright, just fine if it was quick.

"Yeah, yeah sure…" He nodded a little and offered something of a smile even though it looked a little reluctant. She wouldn’t be too upset with the way he was thinking, would she? I mean he was pretty damn sure that she wouldn’t want people thinking they were together. That was just awkward.

"I’ll wait in the car."

Rick grabbed his keys and headed out the door, stepping outside and going off towards his car. He was glad it was cool out,there was a difference out here than from the town that he lived in with his parents. He wondered if he would ever go back there or if being away from home was always going to be something that he was going to be doing.

Getting into the driver’s seat he let out a small sigh and rested his head back. Things weren’t as difficult as he thought that they would be.

Wichita slipped on her shoes and grabbed her jacket. She picked up a wallet that she had lifted into her pocket the other day. Wichy knew Rick probably believed the rumors about her and certainly noticed all of her... stuff. She refused to confirm his suspicions and would keep him in the dark as long as possible. But she wasn't about to let him pay for anything either.

When she came back, he was already in the car. Wichy grabbed her keys and locked the door behind her as she left the apartment. She went out to the car and slid in, almost reluctantly. Wichita hoped that dinner wouldn't be as awkward as it was moving into together.

"So where is it you want to eat?" Wichita then realized she didn't know much about Rick's preferences. "Are you the cliche all American all the way around or are you adventurous?" She didn't mean to sound insulting, but the words came out before she even thought about it. "Ever had any Thai food?"

And Death Quotes the Raven-Hannibal-Krista

Her words were reflective of his own inner thoughts. The thought of leaving here and escaping to somewhere far more isolated and neglected was tempting. He wanted to disappear from sight, to immerse himself in what Mischa left behind and lose himself to it entirely. But the option was lost to him and he would have to wait to fully grieve.

Krista’s smile was offered and he returned it with a gentle sense of misery as he gave her a small nod. “I would not mind the honor at all.” He explained with a shake of his head as he led her towards the doors that were now opening once the servants on the other side heard his approaching footsteps. “I assure you that you will not be eaten any time soon.” A gentle smile before he slipped out through the door and down towards the staircase.

Krista took his words as his attempt at humor. And why shouldn't they laugh? They deserved to enjoy small pieces of life after what tragedy they both had suffered and now practically the entire town they would have to endure.

It was comforting though, that Mischa's brother was beside her, suffering just the same. It was a terrible thought to have, but also the most honest one there was. She had been desperately lonely when Mischa had stepped in to be, both friend and family. But now that Mischa was gone again, Krista was at a loss. Hannibal's presence, however temporary, was what she needed most.

When she turned the corner of the steps and saw the people gathering below, Krista stiffened. She knew then that as soon as the townspeople were done grieving, they would move onto their next piece of gossip. Which would have to be her and Hannibal. He had been gone for the service and then suddenly returns on her arm. While she was quite sure Hannibal wasn't concerned with his reputation among them, Krista knew she was probably the last person anyone wanted to be gossiped about with.

"You do not have to be by my side the entire night, sir." Krista whispered, hoping to give him the way out he might want. "It was foolish of me to think that I could not defend myself against such.... selfishness." 

Terrible Love || Rick & Wichita

His eyes had trailed to her when she came back down. Standing there, so vulnerable and seemingly broken and yet she was so strong for even being up and at them. He wanted to take her in his arms, wanted to tell her that things could change as mush as they wanted them to. But she came to him first and a small breath passed his lips when she rested against him.

He heard those words spoken against his chest and his arm immediately went around her. A way of sheltering her against the grayed atmosphere that had descended onto them. They could break out of this, he trusted that.

There was waiting a small laugh when Buttons came up on the couch and yet he could only shake his head a little. Buttons was a handful sometimes, the older he got the more needy, it seemed. He liked that though, an affection that wouldn’t fail.

His attention returned to the game, getting lost in the pitches, the swings, the sound of the commentators until Wichita’s voice broke through the silence.

The question shuttered inside of him and he swallowed down on the heavy feeling. He looked down at her, at what features he could see of her face.

Carefully he reached for her hand, tightening his hold on it, lacing their fingers together. “I think so.” He forced out the whisper. “Think he would’ve loved having a baby around…Buttons is good like that.” He swallowed down and tried to invest in the game but the weight of her question, the feeling of her being so near was filling him.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, noting the burn of emotions in his eyes. “I love you…so much.” He whispered.

When Rick's arm went around her, Wichita melted against him. She didn't think she would be able to handle being close to him, but she realized then that she needed him. Her arms tightened around him as she buried her face against him. She wanted her family to be happy and whole, but it felt like there was something missing between them now.

Wichy didn't realize she was crying at first. She simply kept her face pressed against him, breathing him in as much as she could. "Rick," she murmured. "It hurts so much." Wichita gasped, trying to take back control of her emotions.

She put all her weight on him. Why couldn't this be another normal night? They could go upstairs and fall asleep while talking about the baby-- what they would name their baby, their first vacation with their baby. They would fall asleep excited and wake up happy for another day. Tonight she would never want to wake up again.

When she realized she was crying, Wichita pulled away from him, breathing heavily. She couldn't catch her breath. It was like the wall she had built up had broken and was crushing her. "I don't know how to make it stop. I---I can't do this, Rick. I can't."

Strawberries and French Toast || Rick & Wichita

He smiled at her and waved her off. “I love french toast and so does Carl. So, see? it works in your favor, sweetheart.” Turning towards the cabinets he took out what he needed and brought them over to the counter so that he could face her.

As he cracked some of the eggs he looked up at her, studying her face a minute as he wondered distantly how all of this was going to play out- if it was going to be alright or not.

"Have y’been to a doctor?’ He wanted to ask her how she saw this arrangement, what she saw for their baby but the words slipped out and the more serious question came forward instead.

Wichita was excited when he agreed to french toast. She really was craving, despite how much she didn't want to admit it. Then there was that nickname again, that started in Mexico. Wichy didn't know what it meant for them, but she liked hearing it.

But all her excitement fell at his question. "No..." She had taken all the home tests, but not one from an actual doctor. "I know I probably should have gone already." Wichita felt like she was already messing up being pregnant. "....I didn't know what to do. I was scared." Wichita finally admitted it, looking at the floor.

"I guess I should go pretty soon..."

Detention || Rick & Wichita

His brows lifted a little at the insult she flung at him before he shook his head a little. She was hilarious, really. Hilarious and absolutely someone that he could spend his energy on. There was something in those eyes on her that was worth taking every challenge that she threw at him.

Taking the turn into his neighborhood he chuckled a little and nodded his head. “Yeah, they might want it but I doubt that’s the only thing they’re thinking of after a night with me.”

Another small laugh before he parked up in his driveway, eyes turning towards her with something of a glint there in his eyes. “And I’m taking y’because I’m on counting on y’losing your cool there. How’s that for a night?” He chuckled softly and opened his car door. “Now come on.”

Wichita didn't know if she was going to be able to handle his arrogance. She glanced over at him and wondered if she would be able to work it out of him before she left him. A challenge was what she needed to keep from being bored. 

"Losing my cool?" Wichita asked confused. Usually adults were trying to control her bad attitude, not unleash it on their friends. "You mean you want me to go offend all your friends at your fancy cocktail party? God, all those girls you brag about much be boring as hell if you're so desperate for a little bit of drama?"

Wichita glanced up at his house as he got out of the car. "This is it? Please, no wonder you're looking for some little spice in your life. Come on, Mr. Grimes. Surely, you can think of a better way to spend our time rather than ruining a party."