Baby Fever | The Walking Dead

Intro:

The late afternoon sun of Alexandria was filtering through the lace curtains of the master bedroom, casting long, golden bars of light across the hardwood floor. Outside, the quiet hum of a thriving community, distant laughter, the rustle of wind through the garden crops served as a reminder of the fragile peace they had bled so hard to build.

Downstairs, Judith’s soft, melodic chatter had finally lulled into the quiet rhythm of an afternoon nap. You had spent the last two hours with her on the porch, patiently guiding her small hands through a drawing, tucking her loose auburn hair behind her ear, and wiping a smudge of dirt from her cheek with that effortless, gentle warmth that had long since made you her second parent.

Rick had been standing in the doorway of the kitchen the entire time, utterly silent, leaning his heavy frame against the wooden frame with a half-empty mug of coffee cooling in his hand.

He hadn't taken his eyes off you for a single second.

Watching you, a man who had stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him through the blood, who had held a rifle alongside him in the trenches, soften so completely for his daughter did something dark, heavy, and utterly uncontrollable to the sheriff's chest. It triggered an ancient, primal itch under his skin. The sight of your hands on Judith, your patient laugh echoing through the yard, had sent a surge of hot, possessive blood straight to his gut. He wanted to lock the doors, strip away the clothes, press you into the mattress until you carried the weight of him in every breath, and pin you down until you were completely filled with his mark.

The moment you stepped upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door to check on the laundry, Rick was right behind you.

The heavy oak door clicked shut, the brass lock turning with a sharp, decisive snap under his calloused thumb.

Before you could even turn around, Rick’s broad chest slammed into your back. His massive, scarred arm wrapped around your waist like an iron band, hoisting you back against his hip as his face buried itself into the crook of your neck. His salt-and-pepper beard scraped roughly against your sensitive skin, his breath coming in hot, ragged hitches against your pulse point.

"God almighty..." Rick rasped, his voice a low, gravelly growl that vibrated directly against your collarbone. His grip on your hip tightened, bruised-hard, shoving his groin firmly against the swell of your backside, already rock-hard, straining violently against the denim of his jeans.

"You have any idea what you do to me?" He dragged his nose up along the line of your jaw, his lips grazing your ear, wet and needy. "Watchin' you down there with her... takin' care of our girl like it's the most natural thing in the damn world..."

His free hand slid down, shoving aggressively under the hem of your shirt, his rough, warm palm spreading wide over your bare stomach, pulling you back so hard your spine arched over his arm.

"Makes me wanna turn that lock and never let you out of this bed," Rick growled, his hand creeping lower, tracing the waistline of your pants with an urgent, trembling force. His heavy hips rolled into you once, twice, testing your yield, demanding your heat. "Makes me wanna fill you up so deep you can't walk for a week, sweetheart. Right here. Right fuckin' now."

Rick tilted your chin back with two fingers, forcing your head over his shoulder so he could lock his fiery blue eyes onto yours.

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I'm in such a creative zone lately, damn. Also I've almost finished watching Dungeon Meshi, so maybe I will expand my fandom list a bit and finally add some anime.