Rick Grimes - True Love

Explaining

Rays p.o.v

Months and weeks have past. It still has just been me, Rick, Daryl and Hershel. It's amazing to have Hershel still alive and healthy since we have had quite a few accidents and broken bones in the short period of time.

My sprained arm was still healing due to falling over an overgrown tree root. It didn't cause much pain, but it was enough.

"Hey sweetie." I jerked my head up at the sound of the deep, southern accent. I slightly grinned as I glanced at his sapphire, jewel eyes. "Hi Rick." He leaned against the metal door before crossing his arms over his muscular chest. "How's your arm doing?" He blandly asked before scraping back his beautiful mane of chocolate locks. "It's fine. Are you ok?" I casually replied as I shoved on my boots. He nodded his head slightly. "Come on down to the field. Daryl's cooking us up some squirrel." He explained before smirking at the thought of cooked food. My lips pursed together at the name. It still sent shivers down my spine from the terrible thought of the kiss that he stole. But that wasn't what I was worried about. It was more than a kiss. It was true romance that meant something. I shook my head before walking down to the field with Rick my side.

The midnight black sky glittered with metallic stars as the dark blanket surrounded us. Daryl was still turning the cooked meat on the skewers over a crackling fire. A flood of breezes raced through the prison as I cuddled my knees for extra warmth. The blazing fire warmed me up a little bit. "You cold?" Rick gently whispered. Before I could answer, he wrapped his brown jacket around me. I grinned at him before laying my head on his shoulder. I still couldn't believe what I done to him. Why would I even think about doing it again? Rick gave me so much more than Daryl. He gave me warmth, protection, safety, kindness, generosity, friendship, chances, love. And Daryl.... All he gave me was romance whenever he pleased. But if Rick gave me more, why would I still be chasing after another man that doesn't mean anything to me?

A few hours past and we completely demolished our dinner. I sighed at the bloated feeling in the pit of my stomach. I stuffed myself with cooked meat and water and now I felt tired and sick. Great. "I'm turning in." I whispered to Rick who was staring at the glittering gems in the sky before looking at me under his long, black eyelashes. "Ok darling. I will come up soon." My lips pursed together and he kissed my forehead before i walked into my cell room. I shoved off my boots and collapsed onto the rusty bed. The stained and filthy blankets still laid flat on the creaking mattress. If Carol was here, she would be finishing her spring cleaning and tidying up. Everything would be fresh and new with clean pillows and sheets. Maybe I should start taking over.

Before I could close my eyes, a figure stood by my bed. I screamed in terror as fright raced in my veins like a train on a track. "Hey calm down Ray. It's just me." The voice exclaimed before giggling. I sighed in relief. "Daryl! You son of a bitch! You scared the life out of me." I explained as I leaned my back on the wall. "I just wanted to see you before you fell asleep." He commented before sitting next to me. My lips pursed together and I slightly shuffled away from him. "I've been wondering why you haven't been talking to me lately or even looking at me in the eyes." He grunted under his breath. I looked at him like he was an idiot before raising my eyebrows to the absolute limit. "If you haven't noticed, I've been stressing out!" I quietly yelled at him before taking a gulp of water from my bottle. "Stressing? Why sweetie?" He gently whispered. I sighed in anger. "What so that has completely gone out of your mind?! Ever since we made love or whatever you wanna call it, I've been too shy to even face you. And do

not call me sweetie." I admitted in relief before gulping down the lump in my throat. "I'm sorry Ray. I don't know what came over me. After Carol... Y'know... I've just needed comfort and you gave that to me." He mumbled as he looked directly at me with his brown eyes. Before I could even blink, his lips were suddenly pressed against mine. He was pushing himself against me. Forcing me to kiss him. I tried to shove away but he wouldn't let me as he was three times stronger than I was. All I felt was his tongue glided against mine. I automatically dug my nails deep into the side of his neck and pulled him off of me. He yelped in utter pain and I looked at him with wide eyes. "Ray -" I cut him short in mid sentence. "No! I've had enough. I don't want you! Stop forcing yourself on me!! I would never choose you over Rick!" I yelled in rage. "No. You don't understand. It was true. It meant something. It was you and me. You felt something! I know you did!" He argued back emotionless. "No. I didn't feel anything!! Your a redneck bastard that only gives a shit about yourself!! Whatever we thought it was, it was a mistake!! A huge mistake and I regret every second of it!!" I yelled in complete stress and anger. Daryl's face dropped in shock before storming out of the cell room, leaving me to drown in my own tears.

I laid on my side on the bed by myself. Staring at the wall. Thinking deep and hard about that regretful night. Crying into the messy blankets. All of a sudden, I felt Ricks breathing against my bare neck. His bright, blue eyes looked at me in complete concern. Before I could attempt to wipe away the trickling tears, Rick gently twisted me around to face him. He was biting on his lip. "Ray... What's wrong? Are you ok?" He questioned in utter worry. Before I could nod my head, I thought. I had to tell him the truth. I had to explain to him. I'm sick and tired of keeping my dirty little secret away from the man that meant the world to me.

I sat up and Rick copied me. "No." I admitted before looking down. "Why? Are you hurt?!" He asked in worry. Tears trickled down my face. I didn't have the guts to tell him. Should I just tell him to forget about it and go to sleep? Should I just walk out the prison and never see him again because I don't have the balls to explain my secret? I gulped. "Me.... Me.... Me and Daryl." I silently admitted as I felt the water stream down my heated cheeks. Rick looked at me with a blank face. "Me and Daryl... Behind your back." I finally and eventually had the guts to look him straight in the eye. "You... You cheated?" He asked. I could hear the tension in his voice. I nodded my head without hesitation. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! Your mad at me." I commented before burying my head in my sweaty hands. "It... It was a mistake. I regret every second of it... I don't what I was thinking... Shout if you want." Water raced down my face. "I know." He grunted. I looked at him in confusion. "Of course I know... You haven't talked to him in ages. Haven't even looked at him. Whenever Daryl is taking part in a supply run you always said no." He explained in his husky voice. "I'm sorry." I apologised over and over again. "You... You don't love me anymore. I understand." Before I could swing my legs over the bed, Rick gently grabbed my arm. I hissed as it was my sprained arm. He let go. "Ray... I still love you! It was a mistake, I get it. I believe you... But you need to give me more time to trust you." As soon as he said those words I felt the lump in my throat grow bigger. "How... How long?" I asked with hesitation. He shrugged. I nodded my head and trudged towards another cell room and collapsed on the empty bed.

No warmth of Rick to surround me. I felt so alone and cold.