We're Not Dead Yet (RickGrimesXreader)

Introduction: Lone Wanderer

A/N: Just for the record, mc will be around 25 at the start of this fic and Rick will be thirty/around thirty! Just so the ages are clear! <3

Also! If you swear you've seen this a million times...you probably have! I wasn't happy with how I wrote the previous versions so...here we are😅.

This time I shall leave it up regardless because I need to stop starting and deleting things looking for faults😭.

Anyways! Enjoy! <33

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I swung my bat lazily, trying to shake off the blood of the walkers that I had just killed, splattering the blood across the ground as if it were just paint. Once most of the blood had flung off, I placed the bat back into the sheaf on my back.

I sighed and looked around, noticing Hugo was missing and whistled.
"Lucky!"

It was not long until I heard a small bark in the distance and the scraping of claws on the pavement, knowing he was making his way back to me.

As I waited for him, I kicked a few of the corpses around me, just to make sure I had actually killed them all and not just knocked them down, then once the coast was clear, I began to search them for anything useful.

I winced a little as I crouched to their level and began to pat them down, muttering to myself.
"God, you fuckers reek something awful...I can only imagine what Lucky smells..."
I smirked a little to myself as I gazed at one of the dead.
"Then again...I've seen worse things."

The summer heat caused the dead to rot faster than usual, and every now and then as I searched them, my fingers brushed against their squishy rotten skin.

I had long gotten used to them, the smell and their appearance, but, it did not mean I liked it, rather, I wasn't particularly fond of being so close to the dead at all...at least...not unless I was bashing their brains in.

I bit the inside of my cheeks in disgust as I went from corpse to corpse to check for anything useful, but most only had the clothes on their backs and perhaps a few pieces of jewellery, or maybe a cellphone that was...pretty much useless without singal...or battery.

I took a deep sigh and shoved the current corpse I was crouched in front of away, as I wiped some sweat from my forehead before glancing around to see if Hugo had come back yet, but he was still a bit further away down the street.

I don't know why I even bothered to check the dead for anything...

They almost never had anything useful, and that's if they had anything on them at all. However, I couldn't just rule out the chance of one of them carrying a lighter or a switchblade in their pockets. Not to mention drugs. Lucky was pretty good at sniffing those out...and they were good for medical emergencies.

Though, I suppose that wasn't the only reason I did this...

Maybe I was just kidding myself, making excuses...

I groaned and nodded to myself before moving on to the next corpse. It was best to use all the resources I could to survive, and as grim as it may be, unfortunately, walkers were one of those resources.

I patted down the next walker, my fingertips brushing against something in his jacket. I reached into his pocket, and much to my disappointment, pulled out an old leather wallet.

I let out an annoyed grumble as I flicked through it, stopping at a picture of the walker, well, the person they were before they became a walker. At least, I'm pretty sure it was them, they were wearing the same uniform, a cops, and their skin hadn't rotted away as much as the others, so their face was still in tact...mostly, minus a huge chunk missing from his cheek, from a bite presumably.