Rick Grimes Meth addiction

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Rick Grimes returned that evening from his meth binge feeling better than ever. 

Everyone was sitting around a circle, some relaxing and some on edge for their leader to return safely. Daryl sat beside everyone behind a tree, shadowed by the dark. He stared at the ground thinking about his friend, his.. lover. What had he done? He'd left him alone with all the meth in the state of mind he was in. What kind of person was he? He turned his head around the tree to make sure no one was looking and when he was sure he unzipped his fly and stuck his hand down his pants and began touching himself. It felt good, the warmth from his frictioned hands spreading to his penis and through his body from there. He was broken from his trance when he heard the metal cans clattering in the perimeter of their makeshift camp. He quickly zipped up and grabbed his crossbow heading to the sound but he soon realised what it was. 

Rick Grimes was lying face-first on the grass with his legs tangled in the wire they had tied between two trees. He looked up at everyone in a daze but smiled.

"Hey, guys." He slurred.

"Rick?" Michonne asked, reaching down to help him up however he swatted her hands away. 

"I'm fine, thanks." Rick said, turning around and reaching down to try and untangle his feet from the wire, however he was failing amazingly. Daryl paused for a moment, but ultimately returned to his spot behind the tree. This was Rick's mess he got himself into and he couldn't be the one to get him out of it. He had to do it himself. 

"What's wrong with you?" Carl said, stepping forward between the crowd that had formed.

Rick just ignored him and continued with his feet.

Michonne suddenly felt her emotions riling up and she went to behind the tree to get Daryl. With some force she managed to get him to come talk to everyone. 

"What is up with him?" She asked him.

"Hmm." Daryl said, shrugging.

"I know you know, we've all seen you going off with him for 'private' chats, so tell us. It's important." 

"An' I told you, I don' know!" Daryl replied. 

"If my Dad's in trouble we need to know. I need to know." Carl said, turning calmly to Daryl.

Below them Rick swore as the wire caught on his finger in his efforts of escaping the ensnarement. Daryl looked down at him, then back into Carl's calm features yet firey eyes and considered telling for a moment, before finally settling for an answer.

"M'Sorry." He murmured, before walking off again. 

Everyone sighed and Carl leaned down to try and help his father when something fell from his pocket in the struggle. He slowly picked it up and looked at the contents, staring in confusion. Michonne took it out of his hands. 

"Is this?" 

"I do believe that is crystal meth." Eugene said from the back.

"What?" Michonne said, looking down at Rick who had frozen, eyes on the bag.

He pushed himself up a bit with his arms towards the meth, eyes not taking themselves off it for even a moment.

"Just... Just give that back," He said.

"Meth Rick? Really???" Michonne said. 

"I just need it, Michonne. Please." 

"No!"

"I don't get it. What is meth?" Carl asked. Everyone turned to look at him.

"You really want to have to explain this to your son, Rick?" 

"I.. I don't.. I just want it back!" Rick said, swooping his hands forwards for it but it was out of reach. He resembled a trapped walker reaching for nearby meat, desperate for his meth.

"Look at yourself, Rick. What happened?" 

"I.. Just give it to me." Rick said, grabbing his feet again and trying to wrench them from the wire. He attempted to lunge at the meth despite this and Michonne had to physically jump back. Her face became serious and stern.

"Rick." 

"Give it to me!" Rick said, lunging again but his feet were too trapped.

"We saw what happened before, Rick." Maggie said. Rick looked confused. "You got a boner over them walkers." 

"I..." Rick said, his eyes were wild.

The sounds of moaning could be heard from behind him and he turned, seeing it walking towards him, however before his eyes it was her again. It was Lori. It was his wife. She was walking towards him, looking as beautiful as ever. He smiled and turned his whole body around, leaning forwards, his penis, sure enough, rising to a stand.

"I told ya. Ya don't gotta be ashamed of it, we can help you, just this stuff it ain't good for ya. My daddy explained the side effects once and it didn't sound good at all. We don't want that happenin to you."

Rick ignored her though, in favor of his wife slowly approaching him. 

"Rick." Maggie said with some urgency. 

"Lori..." Rick mumbled.

"What?" 

"It's her, she's alive, she's been here the whole time." Rick said smiling, tears in his eyes.

"Screw this." Carl said, walking away.

"Carl!" Michonne said, but she saw the walker getting too close for comfort. "I got it." 

She went forwards and unsheathed her sword, slicing it straight through the walker's face, its head splitting in two. 

"No..." Rick said. 

"It wasn't her, Rick." Maggie said.

"It was... it was and you killed her!" 

"No, Rick. She's already dead!"

"You did though. Kill her. Didn't you!" 

Maggie scoffed and walked away.

"How can you say that?" Michonne said. "She saved your baby girl." 

"I don't.. I don't know, I'm sorry. I just need the meth back and, and we can fix all this."

"No. Rick. I don't know if we can."

Everyone dispersed after that leaving Rick to himself. Until Daryl couldn't stay back anymore.

"Rick." He said, nodding in his direction.

Rick was still trying to get his feet out of the wire, but was a lot more melancholy now.

"Uh. Ya need some help there?" He said, awkwardly flipping his hair and fidgeting on his feet.

Rick ignored him. 

"Yer feet, uh, look pretty stuck." 

Rick paused. He nodded and sat back, letting Daryl come forwards and gently try to untangle the wire from his feet.

"I, uh, I was just havin' sex with you for the meth, and I was thinkin' about walkers the whole time." Rick said, and as Daryl opened his mouth he cut him off, "But! But, uh... I liked it. The sex I mean. The sex with you. I like you, Daryl. Past the meth and the walkers."

"Yer just sayin' this cause yer high and think I'm gonna let ya have more." Daryl said.

"No, Daryl. I.. I like you. Above all else. 'Cept my kids maybe." Rick smiled and Daryl couldn't help smiling back.

"Uh... I..."

"I know Daryl. You don't need to find the words. I can see it. That's one a' the things I like about you." 

Daryl finished getting Rick's feet out and Rick pulled them in, moving towards Daryl. Daryl moved in too and, finally, with no distractions, their lips connected. It was pure and whole, no meth or walkers, their minds were only on the other. 

"I'm gonna help ya through this." Daryl said.

"Yeah.... ok..." Rick said. But he didn't sound so sure.