THE ONES WHO LIVE ↳ Season 1 ↳ Episode 3 ↳  Bye

THE ONES WHO LIVE ↳ Season 1 ↳ Episode 3 ↳  Bye

Rick to his wife: “What we had is BROKEN!”

Also Rick, a few hours earlier: *disobeys his commander’s orders to help his wife kill walkers, holds his wife’s hand surrounded by soldiers when they’re supposed to be discreet, shields his wife from harm with his body after the explosion, tries to eat his wife’s face off*

Rick Grimes is a very unserious man.

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Your Body is Not a Graveyard

Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's been over a year since Frank and you decided to expand your family, but all you've managed to give him is more loss. Struggling with grief and depression, you've tried your best to hide your pain from him, but one afternoon, Frank stumbles on you mid-panic attack.

Warnings: 18+; miscarriage, pregnancy struggles, panic attacks, depression, grief, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, but I promise there's hope at the end

Word Count: 5.7k

a/n: So I have written a lot of Matthew Murdock content, but this is my first ever Frank Castle fic and my first ever one shot (but I could be persuaded for a possible sequel). Honestly, I wrote this for the Frank comfort because I've been struggling through some things and needed it myself so expect soft Frank. I am also working on a Frank series that will be coming soon. Feedback is always appreciated!

Tagging @danzer8705 since you asked!

For a long while you stood there, the faucet running as the warm water gradually grew hotter over your hands. You barely felt the temperature difference, though. Nor had you noticed that the soap had long since been rinsed from them. You were too focused on your eyes and the blank way they were staring back at you through the bathroom mirror.

Because at first you’d felt numb.

look at me

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: frank just wants to show you how pretty he thinks you are.

warnings: swearing, brief mentions of alcohol, angst if you squint, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 3k

a/n: y'all wanted a spicy sequel to pretty, and if there's one thing i'm gonna do, it's keep my frankie lovers fed. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

[part one]

The smile that tugged at the corners of Frank’s mouth was playful, flirtatious even, with a hint of mischief threatening to split open his lips to showcase his teeth. The look in his eyes however was anything but. Their usual warmth of chocolate had been completely eclipsed by almost pure obsidian, as if his pupils had blown completely wide open, leaving the faint rings of iris glowing with a ravenous hunger. A crisp tremor fell down your spine in conjunction with a blazing trail of heat that followed the path of his unwavering stare, and you couldn’t pinpoint what you were more tipsy on at this point; the tequila or him.

Frank hadn’t moved an inch since extending his invitation. As badly as you wanted to accept it, a tiny voice of insecurity echoed in the back of your head.

“Frank…don’t mess with me like this.”

“Do I look like I’m jokin’?”

Be My Baby

Summary: Frank takes you on a weekend trip to his cabin after you have a rough week at work. Your first stop? The enormous bathtub with enough room for soooo many activities.

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader Word Count: 2.8k

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a/n: hello! i'm back! my personal life is still a wreck but i missed writing for frank. this is probably the most self indulgent fic i've ever written lol it is quite literally the most ooey-gooey romantic plot before the softest smut imaginable. what can i say? i'm a hoe for soft frank. enjoy & thank you to the nonnie that requested something similar to this!

warnings: softest smut imaginable, fluff to the max, 'i'm an asshole to everyone except you' trope, a teensy little bit of crybaby reader if you squint, frank would burn the world for reader, reader is sOoOoO in love with frank (who isn't??), they're both a little wrapped up in each other's world and don't give a shit about what's happening outside of them type of vibes, pet names, etc.

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Can't Have Both - Rick Grimes

It all started when a pretty blonde woman turned up on your doorstep, offering to cut your husband's hair.

Golden rays of afternoon sunshine pooled through the kitchen window, illuminating your working area whilst you prepared Carl's lunch. Just when you turned the heat up on the stove, the chiming sound of the doorbell rang through the house, alerting you to the presence of someone outside.

You thought this was odd because people usually just barged in without any warning (and some, like your brother Daryl, left muddy tracks in their wake so you could tell who had been in your home uninvited).

"Can you get that darling?" You turned to face Rick. "I don't want Carl's soup to boil over."

A small little camp near a river, surrounded with wires, a tent, a fire, some animal traps. It's what Rick managed to provide for the time being. "It's almost sunset...but we can search the town tomorrow. Find a house, settle for some days." He said as he held some sticks over the fire, cooking a couple of fish he had caught earlier with an improvised net. Carl was exhausted, sleeping in the tent- they had found the equipment by the streets a couple of days before. "How are you doing?" He asked her- quiet, reserved, shy- still recovering from the recent loss- so much. His daughter, the prison...friends he probably wouldn't ever see again. Rick was so grateful to have her there- to still have Carl. "Listen....thanks for helping me. When I got hurt...you were there for me, you looked after Carl...I can't thank you enough."

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The red head sat and stared off into the fire for a moment before coming back to reality. She looked both Rick then Carl. Everything that has happened in the span of a few weeks to a month was finally catching up to her. Scarlett was finally processing everything. The prison falling, not knowing if Judith was even alive and then the Claimers… oh god the Claimers. Rick ripping a man throat out to keep her and Carl safe. That moment was on constant replay in her head.

She heard Rick clear his throat, fully snapping back to present and smiled gently at him . “Of course. We’ve all had hard times.” She whispered. “I know it’s hard to loose someone.” Scarlett tried to be gentle about Rick losing Lori. She saw how much it has effected him and especially Carl, since she found out he was the one to put her down.

Rick gave her a very concerning look. “Are you ok?” He asked in his southern accent. He was worried about how all of this has had an effect on her well-being. “You’ve been kinda in and out over there.” He reached out and gently touches her shoulder, noticing her jump a little at his touch. He didn’t know if she was afraid of him or just jumpy from everything that has happened.

Relaxing her body, she looked at Rick. “I’m fine. A lot… has happened in the span of a few weeks.” She said softly to him. “Should be used to this by now.” She let out a soft chuckle, pulling her knees to her chest. “The bigger question is… are you ok, Rick?” Scarlett turned her amber eyes to meet his crystal blue ones.

@rickgrimesdoingrickthings

Concerned Sentences, Vol. 3

All You Got | Part 13

Part 13: Strangers

Plot: Daryl Dixon hadn’t known much beyond anger and loneliness his whole life, until he found family at the end of the world. Everything he grew to care about was ripped away the day the prison fell; so when he recognized you, an enforcer of his loss, hiding in that cabin, he almost pulled the trigger. But after you end up saving his life, he couldn’t find the indifference to leave you for dead, even if you’d been on the Governor’s side. (Mid-Late Season 4)

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A low fire flickered just past the trees. Maybe fifty feet away. 

“You think it's those men?” 

“Could be.” Daryl shook his head. “Could be anyone.” 

ANDREW LINCOLN as Rick Grimes

THE WALKING DEAD — 4.02 | "Infected"