A Rick Grimes Love Story

Chapter 14

Rick holds your face in his hands and pulls you close to him. You grab his waist and lay your other hand on his hand. As he smiles, he sits up, making slight noises of pain, and you crawl closer into him. Rick's body is warm and welcoming, and as tempted as you are, its not a good idea, not yet. You pull him closer and tightly; so tight that you two are basically one. 

Rick gives you a slight tap backwards and you fall onto your little make-shift bed. He eases his body inches from yours. You smile up at him but catch a glimpse of his arm, which is bleeding. You look back at him an caution this time. He leans down and kisses you again, this time more passionate. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him again. 

The slight sound of footsteps catches your attention, causing you to push Rick onto the couch and standing up. Both of you are flushed and hair is everywhere.  Michonne walks out from around the corner sensing your cautious state. 

"Did I...?" Michonne says as she analyzes the scene. 

"No. She was just mending my arm." Rick says immediatly. 

She, evidentally, buys it and returns to walking out of the door. You look at Rick as if to thank him. He nods and looks down at his arm, which is now heavliy bleeding. You rush over to the bad of medical supplies worried. As you get back to him, he's taken off his red, plaid shirt and laid down on the couch waiting to be nursed. 

You blush and hide your face in your arm. As you kneal down, he looks at you and then at his wound. You rummage through the bag and pull out the necessary items. Rick half smiles at you when you lower the rag and rum. 

"This'll hurt a little. Brace yourself." You warn him as you lower your hand. 

Rick looks up at the ceiling and winces at the alcohol cleaning his wound. You swipe it a couple more times and then stitch it up. When you finish, you look at Rick and hes groggy. 

"Maybe you should sleep?" You ask, grasping his attention. 

He shakes his head and directs his attention on you then shakes his head. He insists that he wil be fine, that he doesn't need it. You know this isnt the case and you rush out to go get the crew. As Carl, Daryl, and Michonne pile into the crowded living quarters, he breaks. 

"Fine, I'll sleep." he says accepting defeat. 

He looks at his son and Carl looks at his father. They come in for a hug as you turn and head for the door. Rick calls your name and you halt, half greatful that he did. You walk back to his side and bend down to look him in the face. He leans in and whispers in your ear, "I think I love you."