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

Chapter 14) Eggs

Y/N's mind races as she gets dressed.

Rick saw her nearly naked. Yes, she had a towel on, but even still. She paces in her room for a second.

Was it intentional? No. No. It can't be. Could it?

No. She's borderline drunk. So is he. It was a coincidence. A very tension-filled, drunken, coincidence.

She goes to open her door when suddenly a knock is heard from the other side. She pauses. She slowly turns the handle and is met with Rick on the other side of the door.

This time, his other hand is covering his eyes. She huffs out a laugh and pulls his hand down.

He slowly opens his eyes to a squint before realizing she's clothed this time. He sighs and motions toward the inside of the room. "Can I?"

She nods. She moves aside as he steps in the room.

Before she can do anything, he reaches over and shuts the door.

He clears his throat and looks at the floor. "I wanted to... apologize. For... you know."

She laughs slightly, mostly out of nerves. "Heh. Yeah. It's okay."

He looks at her and she shrinks slightly as his gaze roams her body briefly.

She's wearing a dark green tank top, and a pair of black sweatpants. Jenner left some clothes for everyone and she chose that.

For weeks, she's only worn her floral blouse that she wore to the office that one day. It's nice to have something different.

She looks at him. "Is that all?" He nods.

She hums slightly and reaches for the door to opens it. He looks her over, once more, before muttering a bye and leaving the room.

She stands still, fingers touching the door handle. She takes a deep breath. "I need more wine." She whispers to herself.
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The next morning, Y/N wakes up on the couch. She let Carl sleep in the bed since he's still attached to her hip.

She glances around and realizes that he's not there. She gets up and walks through the corridors until she gets to the dining area where they had dinner the prior night.

Carl sits at the table with a fork in hand. T-Dog is in the kitchen, cooking something.

She yawns and sits down next to Carl, ruffling his hair. "Morning."

T-Dog places a dish in front of her and she smiles at him. "Thank you."

He grins. "I made eggs. Powdered, but I do them good."

She takes a bite and he waits for her reaction. She lets out a sigh. "Oh my god. This is amazing."

He laughs and goes back to his cooking.

Rick walks in, rubbing his head. Carl snorts. "Are you hungover? Y/N said you'd be hungover."

She nudges him with her elbow. "Traitor." He smiles at her.

Rick huffs out a laugh, glancing at Y/N. "Well she's right."

A few others slowly make their way towards the table and say their hellos, getting a plate from T-Dog.

Y/N laughs when Glenn walks in with a groan. "Don't ever let me drink again."

She pats him on the back, earning another groan. "Told you so."

He rolls his eyes and lays his head down on the table. "Okay, mom."

She fakes a gasp. "Are you calling me old?"

He smiles. "Maybe."

She narrows her eyes, playfully. "You're going down, Rhee."

The group laughs at the interaction.

Y/N's head is pounding. She was never much of a drinker. Last night she had several glasses. She takes a swig of water and finishes up her eggs. She wasn't lying when she said they were delicious.

There's light chatter for a bit until Shane sits down at the table.

Rick glances at him. "Hey. Feel as bad as I do?"

Shane shakes his head. "Worse."

Daryl points at Shane. "What the hell happened to you? Your neck?"

Y/N looks up and sees several scratches down the side of his neck.

Shane shrugs. "I must have done it in my sleep."

Rick narrows his eyes. "Never seen you do that before."

Shane scoops a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "Yeah. Not like me at all." He glances at Lori and Y/N stiffens.

The scratches look too familiar.

A year or so back, her coworker Brent, cornered Y/N in the break room. He always flirted with her but she constantly shut him down. This time he was flirting again and she brushed him off.

"Fuck off, Brent." She said, back turned as she poured herself a cup of coffee. It was eight in the morning and she wasn't ready to put up with his shenanigans.

He just laughed and got closer to her.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm serious."

He tried wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and she tried getting away. His grip was tight. She reached up and scratched the side of his face with her nails.

He yelped and pulled away. "Fine. Suit yourself, crazy bitch." He walked out of the break room and left a shaken Y/N leaning against the counter.

After that, she avoided him at all costs and even kept pepper spray in her desk drawer. The only thing she can thank Brent for, is the gun she found in his desk.

She glances between Lori and Shane. Their faces unreadable.

The room is quiet for a moment, before Jenner walks in. "Hey, doc." Shane mumbles.

Dale glances at him. "Doctor, I don't mean to slam you with questions first thing..."

Jenner sighs, rubbing his own head. He had a lot to drink last night as well. "But you will anyways."

Andrea shrugs. "We didn't come here for the eggs."
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