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

Chapter 28) Creep

Rick quickly stands in front of Y/N, who is still seated.

Glenn backs up so he's next to Hershel. The three stare back at the two men who stand in the doorway.

The skinnier of the two men holds up his hands. "I'm Dave. That scrawny looking douche is Tony."

Dave makes his way to a table and sits down. Tony does the same.

Glenn eventually speaks. "I'm Glenn."

"Rick Grimes. She's Y/N." Rick says motioning behind him but not moving from his position in front of her.

Dave pours himself a drink and motions toward Hershel. "How about you, pal? Have one?"

He shakes his head. "I just quit."

"You've got a unique sense of timing, my friend."

"His name's Hershel. He lost people today, a lot of them." Rick says.

"I'm truly sorry to hear that. To better days and new friends. And to our dead... may they be in a better place." He holds up his glass as he speaks and then chugs the whole thing.

Y/N notices a gun in his waistband. She pokes Rick and he crosses his arms as he eyes the skinny man.

Dave notices and smiles. "Not bad, huh? I got it off a cop."

"I am a cop."

"This one was already dead."

Nobody speaks for a moment until eventually Dave talks again. "We made our way down from Philly. First it was DC. I heard there might be some kind of refugee camp, but the roads were so jammed, we never even got close. We decided to get off the highways, into the sticks, keep hauling ass. Every group we came across had a new rumor about a way out of this thing. One guy told us there was the coast guard sitting in the Gulf, sending ferries to the islands. The latest was a rail yard in Montgomery running trains to the middle of the country... Kansas, Nebraska."

"Nebraska?" Y/N asks.

Tony nods. "Low population. Lots of guns."

"How about you guys?" Dave says.

"Fort Benning, eventually." Rick says.

Dave sucks his teeth. "I hate to piss in your cornflakes, officer, but... We ran across a grunt who was stationed at Benning. He said the place was overrun by lamebrains."

Glenn's eyes widen. "Wait, fort Benning is gone? Are you for real?"

"Sadly, I am. Oddly, the truth is there is no way out of this mess. Just keep going from one pipe dream to the next, praying one of these mindless freaks doesn't grab a hold of you when you sleep."

Tony shrugs. "If you sleep."

"Yeah... it doesn't look like you guys are hanging your hats here. You holed up somewhere else?"

"Not really." Rick says.

Dave motions outside. "Those your cars out front?"

"Yeah, why?" Glenn asks.

"We're living in ours. Those look kinda empty, clean. Where's all your gear?"

Y/N stands up and gently pushes Rick to the side so she can speak. "We're with a larger group. They're out scouting."

Hershel nods. "Figured we could use a drink."

Dave eyes them. "We're thinking about setting up around here. Is it safe?"

Y/N shrugs and crosses her arms when she notices Tony staring at her chest. "It can be."

Glenn nods, noticing and casually walks beside Rick to block Y/N from view once more. "Although I have killed a couple of walkers around here."

Dave huffs. "Walkers? That's what you call them? I like that. I like that better than lamebrains."

Tony nods. "More succinct."

"Pfft. Okay, Tony went to college. So what... so what, you guys set up on the outskirts or something? That new development? Trailer park or something? A farm?"

Nobody reacts but the two men can sense a shift. Tony stands and walks to the side of the bar, unzipping his pants to use the bathroom, while humming Old Mcdonald had a farm.

"You got food? Water?" Dave asks.

Tony turns his head to glance at Y/N. "Ain't had a piece of ass in weeks."

Rick shoots him a dark look.

Dave holds up his hand. "Listen, pardon my friend. City kids... they got no tact. No respect. So listen, Glenn-"

Y/N speaks from behind Glenn and Rick. "We've said enough."

"Well, hang on a second. This farm... it sounds pretty sweet. Don't it sound sweet, Tony?"

Tony nods, licking his lips. "Yeah. Real sweet."

Dave stands and walks behind the bar. "How about a little Southern hospitality? We got some buddies back at camp, been having a real hard time. I don't see why you can't make room for a few more. We can pool our resources, our manpower."

"Not an option." Rick says.

Hershel nods. "We can't take in any more."

Dave huffs. "You guys are something else. I thought... I thought we were friends. You don't know what we've had to go through out there, the things we've had to do. I bet you've had to do some of those same things yourself. Am I right? 'Cause ain't nobody's hands clean in what's left of this world. We're all the same. So come on, let's... let's take a nice friendly hayride to this farm and we'll get to know each other."

Rick shakes his head. "That's not gonna happen."

Tony zips up his pants and faces them. "Rick, this is bullshit!!"

"Calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down. Don't ever tell me to calm down. I'll shoot you four assholes in the head and take your damn farm!"

Y/N stiffens. This situation has gone from bad to worse. Dave holds his hands up. "Woah, woah, relax. Nobody is killing anybody. We're just friends having a drink, is all."

He looks at them. "You gotta understand... we can't stay out there. You know what it's like."

Rick nods. "Yeah, I do. But the farm is too crowded as is. I'm sorry. You'll have to keep looking."

Dave scratches his head. "Keep looking... Where do you suggest we do that?"

Y/N shrugs. "I hear Nebraskas nice."

"Nebraska." He glances at Tony. "This bitch."

He suddenly reaches for his gun but Rick is quicker.

He shoots Dave square in the head before turning and firing three shots into Tony who was holding up his own gun.

Y/N feels dizzy and grips the edge of the bar for stability. Rick looks at her. "You okay?"

She glances at the dead bodies in the building. She nods slowly. "Yeah."
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