Sheriff's Lover ||| Rick Grimes x Reader (TWD x Reader)

Chapter 3) Alive

The two don't move for a second as the man's voice echoes throughout the tank. It goes silent for a moment.

Y/N quickly sits up and crawls over to the radio. Rick does the same.

The voice speaks again. "Hey. Y'all alive in there?"

Rick picks up the walkie and holds down the button. "Hello?" He says.

"There you are. Had me wondering."

Y/N leans over, closer to the device and speaks aloud as Rick holds the button. "Where are you? Can you see us right now?"

"Yeah, I can see you. You're surrounded by walkers. That's the bad news."

Y/N ushers Rick to hold down the button again. "There's good news?"

There's a pause. "No."

Y/N sighs and puts her head in her hands as Rick talks to the mystery voice. "Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you, we're a little concerned in here."

There's a slight laugh over the radio as it crackles again. "Oh man. You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak-out."

Rick rolls his eyes. "Got any advice for us?"

The man speaks again. "Yeah, I'd say make a run for it."

Y/N lifts her head. "That's it? Make a run for it?"

"My way's not as dumb as it sounds. You've got eyes on the outside here. There's one geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down. With me so far?"

Rick and Y/N exchange looks. The sheriff speaks. "So far."

"Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now while they're distracted, you stand a chance. Got ammo?"

Rick sighs. "In that duffel bag I dropped out there, and guns. Can I get to it?"

There's another pause. "Forget the bag, okay? That's not an option. What do you have on you?"

Rick reaches for the gun he took off the dead soldier. Y/N hands him her gun she took from the office. He glances at both before talking back into the radio. "I've got a Beretta. One clip, 15 rounds. She's got a Colt. Only 5."

He hands her back the gun which she takes.

"Make 'em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, maybe 50 yards. Be there."

Rick nods to himself and glances at Y/N. She's never dealt with this many walkers at once. She isn't ready. She takes a deep breath. Rick sets down the radio and climbs up the ladder to the top hatch. He uses a metal shard to slash a walker on the top of the tank. He reaches his hand down and Y/N takes it to climb out as well.

They jump down from the tank, making a run for the alley the man over the radio told them to meet at. Y/N doesn't know if they can trust him but it's their only option now.

She holds her gun but doesn't shoot anything. Rick kills about eight before finding the alley, coming face to face with a young Korean man in a baseball cap. He holds up his hands and shouts. "Not dead!" He looks behind them and sees a large group of walkers following and he leads them further down the alley and to a ladder.

The man climbs first, followed by Y/N and then Rick.

Once on the top of the fire escape of the building, the man glances at the two, out of breath. "Nice moves there Clint Eastwood. You the new sheriff coming in to clean up the town?"