Rick Grimes. The man who was always pissed at me for no damn reason. Every day i would get in trouble or get these looks like he's annoyed of me. I always tried to ignore him but his attitude struck me. I've always kept my mouth shut, trying not to spit out something i would regret saying. I'm not going to lie, i think he is the most attractive man in this prison even with his attitude.
As I filled the back of the car with bags of supplies, i heard Daryl's and Rick's voice. "We can make it back in time. Just keep your eyes and weapons ready." My hands became sweaty as i continued to load the car in a hurry. Placing the last bag in, everything fumbled in my hands and spilled out. Oh no. Not now. Why now? I thought, annoyed by my actions. I bent down to my knees trying to put everything back in it's place in a hurry.
"How many times do you have to screw up Y/N? My God." I flinched at hearing his voice. He stooped to my level picking up the stuff from the back pack. His arms slightly brushing against mine that seemed to have the biggest effect on me. Even if i had an eye for him, he pissed me off. As i looked at my hands, my knuckles were turning white. I was going to say something but he just insulted me some more. "Are you going to pick it up or are you too lazy to do that too?" His eyes pierced mine, causing me to regret coming here but his eyes had another side to him. Showing him i am not what he described me, i threw everything in the bag. When i said threw, i meant threw. I was mad and i could have sworn i saw a smirk in the corner of my eye.
Daryl was in the car, along with Michonne where those two never seemed to split. After i finished putting everything back in, i decided i should head back in the prisom and not screw up anything that involved Rick's path. "You're walking away again? You know you're going on this run." I felt as if my heart skipped a few beats. Not because he was an attractive man, but the fact that was exactly what i was avoiding. "I." I stopped myself from speak "back" to him. His eyes looking firectly in mine with his hands on his hips. It would only have stirred up another conflict if i spoke. I had no choice but to sit in a car for what felt like 100 years.
The car ride felt like an eternity. I kept twiddling my thumbs or playing with my knife listing to the conversations the three had. This conversation had jealousy building up inside me. "Rick, you know Nicole has an eye for you. Boy is she-' Daryl stopped right there and looked at Michonne. I've heard about this Nicole before. I didn't like her and had no idea why. I let my eyes float where ever they could take me and they landed on Rick's eyes who were looking right at me. "Oh, i know. I can't leave her behind at all." Not even a stress ball could have helped me at the time. I wanted to jump out the damn car already. "Ay, Y/N." My eyes opened up to the sound of Daryl's voice. "You find anyone at the Prison yet?" Instead of being an asshole like Rick, i answered truthfully. "No. And i don't plan to have any inconciderate douchebag being involved in my life." I said while looking out the window. "Woah, wouldn't want to be that guy." Michonne joked as i kindly planted a fake smile on my lips while looking at him. Rick gripped his hands on the steering wheel, revealing his anger. He knew. Good. I thought. Good.
We approached the street down from a few houses. The rest of the ride i kept my mouth glued. Walkers roamedthe area, sniffing out their pray. "Y/N did you even hear what i said?" His annoyed voice taunted me. I rolled my eyes at him and he knew he was getting to me no matter how hard he was an ass. "Sorry, what?" I said flatly. "Jeesh, can't you listen for once?." He made it awkward for Daryl and Michonne here. They also knew how much of a hardass he was on me. He sighed. "We're splitting up to get things done faster. Daryl and Michonne will take the other side of the neighborhood while we take the other." What? What he just said felt as if a rock was thrown into my face. How could he do that when he hates me so much? "No, I'll go with Micho-" he stopped me quickly without having to hear my sentence. "Stop being a baby and suck it up already Y/N" he shook his head while making his way down the street. "I'll see you in a bit" Daryl waves me bye as Michonne does too. Just my luck, being paired up with Rick Grimes.
We scavaged house after house in danger as the weather got worse. Black skies, windy and rain coming down like cats and dogs. I looked over my shoulder at Rick who was looking in the other cabinets. "I think we should be getting back Rick. This weather is going to hold us back." As if on que, the thunder roars to life. I flinched but Rick just looked at me as if im some sort if baby. "Let's board up the windows. I don't want to hear any complaining though." I clenched my jaw still furious at him. I hoped that the storm would drag me across the damn nation to get away from him. As i watched him exit the kitchen i couldn't help but the thought of leaving him and survive on my own, here on out.
We sat in the living room, together. The tension just growing on everything that i did. His handsome self looked back and forth between me and the window as the storm built muscle. His body lying on the couch as i chose the floor. He began to shift, sitting up. Crap. Maybe he saw me gawkin at him. "You can go to sleep here." His voice was rough but gentle as he got up and stood. I knew that if i spoke up, it would only stir up anger. "I'm not tired." I lied, playing with my knife that i could barely see. Only the reflection of the lightening hitting it. "I didn't ask if you were tired. Can you just-" i had enough of his shit. "You know what Rick? I don't care! I had enough of you bossing me around for the past couple of months, treating me like a bitch!" My anger exceeded the chart. I could tell my face was red without having to see it. But i wasn't done when he tried to say something. "You have to pick on me for the slightest things in life when the real threat is surrounding us! Stop worrying about me. If i die, I'd be glad because im done with your constant judgement and demands." Saying that relieved all my stress that i kept inside me for way too long. I was standing with my knuckles turning pale. Lightening illuminated the house showing his guilty eyes. That was the first time I've seen that. I walked past him into the kitchen, bumping my sjoulder into his. I can just walk out now and he wouldn't care. But his footsteps followed mine. "Hey." He said sternly while placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. He then leaned me against the door frame. My heart was like a bunny. All he did was look into my eyes while both arms were on each side of my body, pinning me to the wall. He chuckled. What can be so funny? Im pissed. " you don't get anything, do you?" He licked his lips while looking at mine then to my eyes. I was a little scared. I raised my eye brown in confusion. "I have no other choice." His face inching closer to mine. "No other choice?" I scuffed. "Oh fuck, how can you have no other choice? You can chose your damn actions and take part-" His lips connected to mine acting like i never said anything. His hands placed on each side of my hips pulling himself closer to me. I couldn't believe what just happened. "I-Im trying to calm myself everytime I'm around you."His hands move to my face, lifting my chin. "And everytime you're making it harder for me to drag away from you." The lightening flashes once again and his eyes were no longer the soft ones i saw once before.
Okay, so im not a fan of smut so i made it kinda cute. I'll try to write a chapter for the other book. And sorry if you see mistakes, i didn't have time to spell check!
