Fitzpleasure - Rick Grimes (Book 2)

5 - Feelings Rise From The Dust

"Whose your buddy?" I followed the boys inside and into a small room. I bent over the man lying on the floor and softly moved the long hair from his face. "Pretty." I turned and cocked a toothy smile twards Rick. "You two get his name?" I asked sitting cross legged beside him.

"Jesus..." Rick replied nonchalant. I hummed in response and I continued to play with Jesus' hair. "He looks strong. Was he alone?" I used my extra hair tie and tied his hair into a loose bun. Maybe that'll help him when he wakes up. It's really hot out and he's running around with his hair down.

"He was, also said his name was Paul. "Jesus" is just a nickname." Daryl stated without direction and continued to watch me with him. After a couple of minutes of silence, I broke it. "Rick, dear. We need to talk." I said locking eyes with him.

"Yeah. I think we do." He answered back with a slight hiss. I furrowed my brows to the sudden change in attitude and stood. I walked back home with Rick in tow and into our living room. I turned to him "I think Nick needs all the time he can get in the clinic. He shouldn't be let out until the time is right."

"What happened? Did he threaten you?"

"No. He's just... Nick. He's already been like this but what I'm saying is maybe he should take a little bit more time in there till he can..." a took a moment to find the right word. It felt, wrong, almost, to treat him like this. I know he's a threat but I just want him back. "adjust." I finished. Rick softly sat on the couch and he laid back. He rubbed at his face with his palms and sighed. "I'm sorry..." I whispered. He's so stressed it makes me worry. Maybe I shouldn't have told him about Nick.

"Amelia," he said, for some reason everyone thinks it's OK to use my full name. I hate it. None of them deserve the right to, but Rick... My heart broke hearing him use it. Others, I loathe the sound but he makes me feel at home. Genuienly happy and warm. Like there is not a single rotten thing happening anymore and that this conversation is normal. I fucking love him and I can't express it. "you didn't do anything." He finished. I was stone. Unmoving piece of rock that seemed to be welling with so many emotions I began to shake. My hands coming to my chest as I watched him with with worry in his eyes.

I let him grab my wrists and try to steady me. I couldn't. For the life of me I was panicking and I knew why instantly. I was completely and utterly in love with him and the feeling never happened until now. I realized what Nick and I had were childish dreams. I breathed in and slowly stepped closer to him. "You okay?" I nodded and let him kiss my forehead.

"I love you, Rick Grimes." I stumbled and looked up to him with a faint smile.

"I love you too, Amy Pond." He whispered.

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"Do I get front seat?" I asked from his lap. My head lay on him as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Of course." He slightly chuckled down at me.

"Is it because I'm your favorite?"

"Yes." I grinned and sat up to face him properly. "Knew it." I grabbed his face and kissed him.

I sat across from him as he drove to our new friend, Jesus' home. He's calls it "Hilltop". Honestly I think it's a nice name. I hope it lives up to it. Speaking of our new friend. I looked back to see him and Daryl still in a in-depth conversation. It's been twenty minutes now and they hadn't stopped talking. I found it alarming since Daryl doesn't get to close with anyone so soon. But those two...

Another twenty minutes and Jesus is telling Rick to stop. "We're here." He said jumping out of the camper.

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"You're sending my people to a death sentence at the price of your freedom?" Rick questioned Gregory.

"Who is this Negan guy?" I asked. Jesus stepped forward in Gregory's place.

"He's a powerful man who needs to be taken down. We can't do it ourselves." Without another thought Rick agreed at the request of Daryl's terms. I watched as the camper was loaded with food and we began to leave with a new mission.

"Bye!" A gleeful Jesus waved to us as we drove off. This surely is a death sentence.