The Day Will Come When You Won't Be

You got no guts

It was early when Rick arrived to Alexandria, The saviours had already been there a week prior but Rick decided to stay at the sanctuary because he was a busy man but today, he sure as hell was excited to mess with Negan. Once the trucks stopped outside Alexandria Rick hopped out with a groan, this time a leather jacket on his shoulders as he swung Lori, stepping towards the gate before slamming his axe against the metal carelessly.

"Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!" He called out, a grin plastered across his face as the gates were slowly opened, even though they were a week early not one person said a word to which Rick was pleased about. Though, what rick was NOT pleased about was that Negan was not there to greet him. How fucking rude, a visitor and he can't even greet the man? Hell.

"Well goodmorning to you all" Grimes spoke, humming pleastly in his throat as he hoisted Lori over his shoulder. "Now which one of you fine people is going to direct me to Negan, sure is rude of him not to greet his visitors, especially me and all that I've done for him" He spoke, cocking a brow once Dwight approached him. Someone who he recognised to always be by Negans side.

"You're a week early" the blonde spoke, his voice gruff as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking irritated at the fact the saviours were here. "Oh shit am i? Well looks like we're taking your supplies a week early arent we" he spoke, beckoning daryl over with his gloved hand. "Hold Lori will you for me dixon? I'm sure you'll keep good care of her" He hummed out as he took a moment to breath in the fresh air with a sigh, glancing around.

"So, dwighty boy, my men are going to take your shit now. And you, are going to point me in the direction of Negans house" he spoke proudly, swinging an arm over the shorter mans shoulder and slowly beginning to walk down the street. Although Dwight seemed pissed by his presence he obliged and lead him to Negans house, and politely listened to Rick babble on about whatever shit came to his head.

"Why thank you boy, you'd work good at the sanctuary, I'll be sure to tell Negan that" the man spoke as he was about to knock on the door before being interrupted by a voice, Rick turned on the balls of his feet to face the person who is so rudely interrupted him.

"Hello sir, Rick, I'm Jared i just wanted to talk to you for a moment if you don't mind?" The man spoke, Rick squinted a little at the sudden interaction. Taking in the mans features, he was scrawny, tall and skinny with long hair. "We have a pool table" he spoke, Rick softening his features at the mention and stepping towards him with a slow grin climbing onto his lips. "Well shit, why didn't you say so"

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The pool table was set up in the middle of town, Jared leaned against the opposite side of rick as he rick grabbed his que. "I could never do this with Negan, he'd just stand there scowling with that dumbass 'you killed my friends' look in his eye" Rick spoke, running his tongue along his bottom lip as he took his first shot, humming as the balls broke into different directions.

"That's actually what i wanted to speak to you about, I want to talk to you about Negan" Jared spoke as he grabbed his own que, The statement definitely interested rick, though he could sense this guy was really about to piss him off. Rick couldn't recognise the guy, he wasn't there the night he had smashed Simons head in, but he had definitely seen him before.

"Alright, talk to me Jared, what's jarring that mind" Rick spoke as he waited for Jared to take his shot, slowly circling the table with his head cocked to the side. "I get what you're trying to do, you're trying to build something. Build a network. You're making people contribute for the greater good which makes sense. But you should know, that Negan has a history of not working well with others" Jared confidently spoke as he finally took that goddamned shot, Rick slowly nodded as he listened to each word that left his mouth. "Is that so?" Grimes responded.

"Negan wasn't the original leader here but he died. And then my brother. And then other members. Dying" Jared continued on, looking up from his que every now and then to gage Ricks reaction, Rick stood there with his arms crossed as he waited for his turn, eyes fixated on Jared. "So, what, Eveything was fine and peachy here and then Negan shows up and it all goes to shit? Damn, good thing for you he isn't in charge any more, I am" Grimes spoke, humming warmly as Michonne bought him over a drink, kissing his teeth as he swirled the whisky around in the glass, fuck he was going to enjoy that.

"It doesn't matter, his ego is out of control, he'll find a way to screw things up even more. He'll try and do things his way, try to take over. That's what he did before" Jared spoke, his face remained nonchochlant and focused, almost as if he was very focused on every single word that left his mouth. Like he had planned this speech in advance.

Rick stood there for a moment, sipping at his drink and letting the warmth burn his throat for a second as he walked over beside Jared. "And what exactly are you proposing to be done about that?" Rick spoke, running his tongue along his split bottom lip as he moved to take his shot, placing his glass down on the side. "I can be the leader the man before Negan was, I knew him well. He was like a brother to me, that's what this place needs and that's what you need" Jared spoke, and hell if this guys voice wasn't really starting to get on Ricks nerves.

"So i should put you in charge? That's what you're saying" He hummed out, lifting the whisky glass back to his lips. "Everyone would be better off" Jared spoke, a small smile beginning to settle on his thin lips as if he thought he had gained Ricks trust.

"You know what? I'm thinking Jared. How Negan spat in my face, how he clearly hates my fuckin' guts" rick slowly spoke, taking a sip before placing his glass back down and ushering Daryl to take it away. "But he has been out there, gathering shit for me. Hell, he's probably out there right now gathering shit for me. Making sure I don't hurt any of the fine people that live here" he continued on, nodding softly at his own words as he leaned over the table to take his shot. "He is swallowing his hate and getting shit done" Rick spoke "that takes guts" Rick seethed a little as he missed his shot, rubbing his jaw a little as he stood back before moving his attention back to Jared, pointing his que at him.

"And then there's you" Rick stated, the smile falling from his lips as he slowly placed his que down onto the table, slipping the red bandana from around his neck and tucking it into his pocket mindlessly. "The guy who waited for Negan to be gone so he could sneak over and talk to me to get me to do his dirty work so he could take Negans place" Grimes spoke out smoothly as he slowly stepped over to Jared, eyes slightly squinted as he did so.

"So I got to fuckin' ask, if you wanna take over so bad, why don't you just kill Negan yourself and take. Over." Rick proposed as if it was a brand new idea, throwing his hands up a little as he got close to Jared, biting at his bottom lip a little. "No no that's n-" "You know what I'm thinking? Because i have a guess" Rick cut him off half way through his sentence, his voice a little breather and heavier as he looked around before leaning in to almost whisper his next words.

"It's because, ya' got no guts" Rick grinned out as he discreetly slipped his knife out of its sheaf and drove it right into Jareds stomach, humming warmly as the mans body tensed up and he let out a choked breath. Jared lurched over a little at the sudden impact though Rick stood there, slowly turning the knife inside of him before dragging it to the other side of his stomach and slicing him open, gutting him like a damn pig. Rick let out a chuckle as he watched Jareds insides fall out and the poor man attempt to catch them.

Jared fell to his knees. His guts dripping blood in his hands as he choked and spluttered on air that just couldn't reach his lungs, he desperately tried to breath before he fell down completely and his body went limp, Rick stood above him and let out an obnoxiously fake gasp.

"How embarssing, there they are" He spoke, pointing down with the tip of his knife towards Jareds stomach, watching the blood slip down the metal. "They were inside of you all along, you DID have guts, ive never been so wrong in my whole life" Rick shouted out, looking around at all the speechless people, faces white and blank as they either stared down and Jareds body or to Rick Whos face was slowly breaking into a cocky smile.

"Now if you will all fuckin' excuse me, I need to speak to Negan"

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There will be smut that has elements on noncon in the next chapter so if you don't want to read it then skip