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Leave it to Colt - Rick/Colt Python Crackship

Rick looked around in panic, he didn't know where he was or where his people were. He ran through the woods when he ran right into a man, he was a silver haired cowboy hat wearing man and Rick was smitten.

"Oh hello stranger, you doing okay?"

Rick was panting. "I can't find my family."

"I'll help, my names Colt." He smiled tipping his hat before taking Rick's hand. Rick felt butterflies as he followed him through the woods. It was odd but it felt familiar holding Colt's hand.

"I have a son, I am looking for my boy."

"I'll help ya, let good old Colt take care of you" He continued to drag Rick along the dense woods before they appeared in a clearing. Rick looked around, he couldn't see anyone or anything. Colt kept smiling at him.

Rick was breathing heavy, he was worried about his family. About his son.

"Calm down you're breathing really heavy take some deep breaths." Colt held his shoulders in place their faces were close together. "Just look at me."

Rick stared into his silver eyes. Colt then leaned into him, their lips meeting. Rick expected to pull away but then he leaned into him taking the kiss happily.

Colt smiled pulling away. "There ya go, you're calmer now. Leave it to good old Python."

Rick squinted. Colt Python?

Who names their son after a gun?

Colt took his hand and took him along a trail.

"Rick, Rick, Rick!"

Rick turned his head hearing Daryl's voice, he then felt himself shaking. He turned to look at Colt to see he was gone.

"Rick wake up brother."

Rick shot upright looking around, his people all together again. They had been sleeping in an old abandoned house after the fall of the prison.

"You good brother?"

Rick looked down at his gun.

Life had to be messing with him, he was having kissing dreams with his damn gun.

"Uhm yeah fine man. What's going on?"

"Storms coming," Daryl said. "You caress your gun in your sleep now? Dreaming about killing?"

"Something like that." Rick muttered. Honestly the road had to be messing with his head for him to have dreams about his gun, at least it was humanized.

He shook his head as he stood to help secure the building for the storm. Life honestly had to be messing with him now.