The Day Will Come When You Won't Be

Not the leader i know

I'm going to slowly start introducing the omega/beta/alpha verse more into this story now, I've added a little here and there but this is where i becomes important

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Rick straightened his jacket with a grunt, using the back of his gloved hand to attempt to wipe some of the blood that had sprayed his face, grimacing as it only smeared the substance over his skin. "Fucking Jared" he scoffed under his breath as he beckoned Daryl back over, grabbing his shoulder, sinking his fingers into the skin a little before slipping Lori back out of his hands. "Thank you friend" he hummed before making his way back over to Negans house where he could finally get back to his original fucking plan.

Rick didn't bother knocking as he slammed the door to Negans house open. "Negan! You sure as fuck better get your sorry ass down here" he called out, though stopped a little in his tracks once he spotted Lucille in the kitchen, the man hummed as he swung his axe back and forth before lazily hanging Lori over his shoulder, leaning back on his heels. "You should leave sweetheart, me and Negan have business to talk about, and if he pisses me off those pretty lady hands of yours will sure be back on the line" Rixk spoke, making his voice sound considerate but he was not fucking around - Lucille opened her mouth to speak. "Negans not fee-" "Dont make me repeat myself darlin'" Rick interrupted, taking her a few moments to process with her mouth agape, she nodded and washed the last of the dishes she had in hand before she left out the same door Rick had entered through.

Though Rick had tens of men outside waiting if things went to shit, all the groups weapons, something felt off. Something did not feel fuckin' right about Negan being home; he was almost certain the sorry fucker would meet him at the gate like the stuckup asshole he was or be out on a run gathering shit for him, the way Lucille spoke to him, the way Negan hadn't even heard the shit that just went down outside? Something was off. Like the man was hiding.

Rick hummed as he waited for Negan, taking the time to admire his home. It was modern, well as modern as it gets in the fucking apocalypse, pictures hung on the wall of him and Lucille. Rick was just about to have a close inspection before Negan finally walked around the corner, he was dressed in nothing but jeans and boots, his top half bare and his hair damp, droplets of water running down the columns of his neck and over his shoulders. He must have just gotten out of the shower.

"Rick what ar-" well good fuckin' morning to you Negan, sure as hell was rude for you not to greet me at the gate earlier but seeing you all wet like this might just make up for that" Rick spoke as he slipped his leather jacket off from other his shoulders to reveal the white shirt underneath, though the front o was drenched in blood. Rick slowly paced forward before he placed Lori down on the coffee table, being delicate with her wooden handle before throwing his hands up once he didn't get a reply. "What's it with you and that damn stink eye" Rick spoke, cocking his head to the side as Negan just blinked at him.

"Blood, you're covered in blood" Negan stared, his eyes flickering down to the knife in Ricks belt which was dripping small droplets of blood onto the floor, slipping between the floor boards. "What did you do" Negan spoke, Rick expected Negan to sound horrified, especially since he could have just stabbed his poor girl to death outside and he would have fuck all of an idea but the man sounded angry. His voice gruff as he slowly stepped forward.

"You really do need to get your fuckin' betas under control, just had to take care of one of them for you. Don't worry, not an omega, because holy shit if you had an omega they'd be straight back to sanctuary with me and one of my damn wives, my men would tear any poor omega out there apart but it seems your whole damn group is on suppressants so i just can't tell" Rick babbled on, at the mention of omegas Negan slowly backed up, he looked on edge. Something wasn't right.

"What's got you so on edge Negan, that pretty girl of yours an omega, you shitting your pants that I'm going to make her my girl?"  Rick teased, ducking his head a little as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip, slowly moving towards the man as Negan continued to back up. The colour began to slowly drain from Negans face as his hands were slowly beginning to shake. Rick gruffed out, the cocky smile wiped off his face at the mans reaction before grabbing Lori off the table and shoving the bladed end towards Negans face, watching the blood drip from her metal. "What the fuck is up with you boy? I'm really starting to lose my fuckin pa-"

Rick was cut off by the door slamming open, grimes kissed his teeth at the sudden interruption as michonne stood there, her chest high as she stared at the two. "They are short, low on weapons and food, barely got two boxes in the semi" Michonne spoke as Rick nodded slowly at her words, taking in the new information with his tongue between his teeth. With that, michonne left and Rick turned his attention straight back to Negan. "Oh Negan, couldnt even get my fuckin' shit for me? After me bashing your friends fucking skull in, was that not enough? You should be out there right fucking now if you knew you were sh-""Youre a week early, I'm sorry, I'll get it" Negan stared.

Rick found it almost amusing how Negan thought that was an excuse, Rick let out a breathy chuckle as he stood up straight, jutting his hips forward as he swung Lori back and forth, taunting the man as he spoiled his floor with his own groups blood. Rick was going to speak, his lips slightly parted but was cut dead in his tracks as he watched Negan, the mans eyes widened suddenly and he began to sweat, his fingers clenching up into his palm with a breath as Rick observed, he looked in panic, in distress. And that's when Grimes smelt it.

An Omega, and if that wasn't enough.

It was the pleasant smell of an omega in heat.

"Oh this is just too fucking good"  Rick exclaimed, punctuating his words with a jut of his hips, catching his tongue between his teeth at the gut wrenching laugh threatening to spill from his lips. Holt shit. Negan looked horrified but was also beginning to pant, chest rising and falling fast as he backed up even further. The scent of an alpha so close, especially when he's in heat, must be driving him insane. Rick couldn't help the grin that spread across his lips as he watched Negan avoid his eyes at all cost, like his life depended on it.

"Does your group know? That a fuckin' omega is leading them?" Rick spoke, keeping his posture but the pungent smell of an omega in heat was making spit pool under his tongue and his primal instincts kick in, his eyes dilating a little before he draped Lori back over his shoulder - Rick stood there for a moment before snapping out of his gaze, now on full alert. This was just too good to be true, he felt as if Negan had purposefully done this, knowing the smell of an omega in heat would put any Alphas guard down and all they'd think about is breeding.

Rick was not going to be that fucking dumb, he roughly shoved the end of his axe into Negans chest and shoved him up against the wall, a grunt leaving grimes lips as he glared at him. "I don't know what kind of fuckery this is but I'm not playing into your fuckin' helpless omega act" He barked out, dragging Negan closer by his belt before roughly shoving him back up against the wall and ripping a whimper from the man.

Though, Negan didn't look scared, his eyes were completely glazed over with want, his lips wet and sweat beginning to slip down his neck as he purred out. Rick had to stop every ounce of his instinct from pouncing at the man and sinking his teeth into his throat.

"Go the fuck upstairs, if my alphas smell you they'll tear you to shreds. There ain't no omegas around here and they will make you their bitch, I'm letting you off the line this fucking once" Rick growled out before shoving Negan to the floor and grabbing his jacket, swiftly leaving before he could complain.