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The wolves stalked their ways towards you, teeth bared in snarls, and eyes burning into you as they inched closer and closer. One of them, the smallest, was a reddish brown, with bright emerald eyes, it's steps were the most hesitant, as if it was being ordered to do this; there were two with almost black eyes, but one's fur was darker than the others, the darker wolf was smaller than it's almost twin; with a half burnt muzzle, the wolf with blue-grey eyes and dirty blond fur was the one who was the most aggressive, like it had something to prove to the leader of the pack, it snapped its mouth closed multiple times as it's thin, careful, paws carried it towards you; the leader, a black wolf with hazel eyes and grey stubble around it's jaws, sat back and watched its minions as they began to growl menacingly.
"No, please!" you begged, tears streaming down your face, the black wolf then snapped at its subordinates to stop in their tracks, which they did with military obedience; the black wolf neared you and it's hazel eyes looked into yours before it opened its jaws and tilted its head, lunging forward, it ripped your jugular apart and your own blood spurted everywhere as you fell to the cold ground, eyes slowly closing as you choked on your own blood.
"RICK!" you cried out, screaming as the world faded from your view, and the black wolf sat in front of your face, looking as if it was smirking; you whispered Rick's name like a prayer, over and over, wishing for him to come and rescue you, be your knight in shining armour.

"Y/N! WAKE UP!" Rick shook you by your shoulders, he was straddling you as you screamed in your sleep, calling out for Rick to help you whilst you were stuck in your nightmare.
"Y/N! It's me, Rick!" he cried, then the screaming stopped, your eyes shot open and you immediately wrapped your arms around Rick, tears falling as you heaved sobs whilst your face rested on his bare chest.
"It was only a nightmare, y/n, you're okay. I'm here. Nothing's gonna happen to you" he whispered soothingly, calloused but comforting hands running up and down your back as he held you in his arms.
"Rick, it all felt so real" you sniffled, Rick rocked back and forth slightly and pressed a comforting kiss to the top of your head. This had happened multiple times before, even when you were kids, it was always the same thing: wolves, jugular being torn out, you screaming for Rick.
"I know, baby girl, I know" Rick whispered now, his cerulean eyes filled with tears, he hated seeing you so scared, so fragile.
"I talk to God as much as I talk to Satan 'cause I want to hear both sides
Does that make me cynical
There are no miracles
And this is no miraculous life
I savour hate as much as I crave love because
I'm just a twisted guy
Is this pinnacle, is this the pinnacle, the pinnacle of being alive
Now I see the light
Well I look up to god and I see trouble 'cause this ain't a miracle
I just want to take my chance to live through a miracle
I know for certain that someone is watching but, is it from up or down
I make you miserable you stick with me although
You know I'm going to ruin your life
I talk to God as much as I talk to Satan 'cause I want to hear both sides
Does that make me cynical
There are no miracles
And this is no miraculous life
We walk into the ride
Well I look up to God and I see trouble 'cause this ain't a miracle
I just want to take my chance to live through a miracle

When the see-saw snaps and splinters your hand don't come crying to me
I'll only see your good side
And believe it's a miracle
A miracle
I slap the water and watch
The fish dance to the ripples of us
We're the dull blue duds
Blinking eyes encased in rust
This ain't a miracle
This ain't a miracle
This ain't a miracle
This ain't a miracle" Rick sang gently, it was a song he often sang to you after a nightmare: Biffy Clyro's 'God and Satan'.
"I love you, Rick" you sniffled, your grip tightening on him, pulling him closer to you.
"I love you too, y/n" he smiled and cradled you in his arms for a moment, pressing feather light kisses to the top of your head every time you sniffled from the amount you had been crying.
"You should eat, and take some aspirin, you always get headaches after crying that much" Rick waited for you to untangle yourself before he pulled on a shirt and headed downstairs; Rick knew so much about you, and yet he was still beside you, which perplexed you to no end, as it seemed that the more people knew about you, the more they distanced themselves; you even kept things from Negan, for fear that he would leave you, but Rick, no matter how much you told him, how much he knew about you, he stayed. For years, you had vented everything to Rick, and for years, he always supported and cared for you; when you needed help with school work, but were too afraid to ask the teacher for help, Rick asked for you; when you wanted to revise for a test, Rick was right there with you; when you had a nightmare, Rick sang to you, gave you food and aspirin, as he quickly learned that you became nauseous, developed headaches, and grew dehydrated after crying; when your aunt died, Rick was at the funeral with you, holding your hand and comforting you, he even stayed around your house the night of the funeral because he knew you needed him there; Rick knew everything about you, and it shocked you every day to know that he was still there. Like he always was.
"Here" Rick passed you two painkillers and a sandwich, you smiled up at him and noticed that his cobalt eyes were brighter than usual - as if he had been crying.
"Rick, are you okay?" you patted the bed beside you, and when Rick sat down, he sighed, but then he smiled and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to your lips.
"I've always hated seeing you like that, what those nightmares do to you" his tone was hardly above a whisper, and you could feel the sadness radiating off of him as he spoke, putting down your sandwich, you moved closer to him, and placed your head on his shoulder with a deep sigh
"I hate always having to put you through them" you admitted, you were grateful that Rick always helped you out, but you hated the fact that they traumatised him so much.
"Y/n, if you wanna go back to N-"
"No. Rick, I love you, not Negan. I've had nightmares before Negan, and he couldn't stand them just as much as you" you gently grabbed Rick's hand and squeezed it, "but he always got John or Dean to wake me up from them. You, Rick fucking Grimes, you stuck around, you're my wonderwall" you smiled slightly when Rick chuckled, he placed a small kiss to your temple and closed his eyes.
"Want me to make it even better for you?" Rick bit his lip, you looked up at him and saw his lust blown pupils before your cheeks reddened and your breath hitched.
"Do you even need to ask?" you placed the plate of food Rick had given you on the bedside table and laid down on the bed.