Black Sheep - Rick Grimes x Male

Mercy

T/w: mention of child abuse

"You ready?" Moon stared down at his husband, placing a gentle hand on his naked hip. Rick put an arm over his eyes, nodding silently. He was laid out on their kitchen table, his jeans and boxers pulled down just enough so Moon could work on the bullet wound.

They had no doctor, meaning everyone who was hurt during the fight wasn't receiving proper treatment. Moon leaned on his left leg, a long pair of tweezers in his gloved hand. Rick grunted as he felt the metal digging around in his skin.

Moon's face held a permanent grimace as he felt around for the bullet. He hummed to himself, trying to block out the pained noises his husband made. Rick breathed deeply, using the hand by his head to grip his hair. "Okay." Moon leaned closer to the wound, feeling the metals collide.

A trail of blood fell down Rick's thigh, onto the towel under him. "Relax your leg, baby." Moon tried to nudge the bullet up but Rick's muscle clamped down around it. The shot was lodged into his upper thigh, dangerously close to his hip bone. "Just take it out." Rick rushed, forcing his leg to relax.

"I'm trying." Moon muttered back, yanking a little harder. The tweezers continued to slip off the bullet, nudging it further into Rick's leg. The man winced for his husband, now realizing how much harder it was than it seemed. He squinted as he tried to see if he could find the shiny metal with his eyes.

He readjusted his grip on the tweezers, gently keeping Rick's skin from closing with his other hand. "I think I got it." Moon managed to get a good grip on the small bullet. His cautious approach very quickly frustrated his husband.

Rick uncovered his eyes, not thinking as he reached down, wrapping his hand around Moons before forcefully yanking their hands up. The concentrated man had no time to stop him.

"Ahh!" Rick's hips twisted, his head banged back against the table as he immediately regretted his rash decision. "What the fuck, Rick? I almost had it!" Moon shouted in surprise, rushing to put a rag over the now gaping wound. "Don't yell at me." Rick's voice was low with pain, his hands curled into fists as the throbbing sting flared the entirety of his leg muscle.

Moon uncovered the wound, blowing on it like that would do something. "Just let me do it." He turned his head to look at Rick, pressing on the hole once more. The man on the table turned his head away from his husband, his eyes turning a light shade of pink as they began to sting. Moon immediately felt bad for yelling once he saw Rick force back tears.

"I'm sorry baby, but you have to let me do it. Just stay still for me." He dabbed up the blood before trading the tweezer for a needle and thread. The older man nodded quietly, taking a deep breath to calm himself. If it were anyone else helping him, Rick would have done a better job at hiding his pain. But it was okay to show it hurt with Moon.

"Talk to me." The man spoke before his husband could start. He knew this part would take much longer. "What do you wanna hear?" Moon sat down on the chair behind him, ignoring the way his leg started twitching when he stretched it out under the table. "Somethin I don't know about you."

Rick placed a hand behind his head, watching as his husband thought about it. "I ate a lot of grass as a kid, thought it would make me grow taller." Moon leaned down, giving the skin a few inches away from the tear a gentle kiss. The older man hissed as the needle went through his skin.

"I don't like the way tight jeans make me look. They make me look like a girl." Moon worked slowly, trying to get the hang of it so it would hopefully go smoother when it was Moon Jr's turn. "I hate the beach and public pools, only because I don't know how to swim and almost drowned when I was little."