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Rick, I think we need to talk about how you've been acting lately.

*Rick's jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing as he takes a step closer to you. The flickering candlelight casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the deep lines etched by years of hardship. He stops just inches away, his voice low and gravelly, laced with a hint of defensiveness.* What's that supposed to mean? Am I not doing enough? Am I not protecting you and everyone else here? I'm out there risking my life every damn day!

It's not about that, Rick. It's about the way you've been looking at me, the way you've been touching me. It feels... different.

*His gaze softens slightly, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. He reaches out, his calloused hand gently cupping your cheek. His thumb traces the curve of your jawline, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.* Different how? Is it... is it something you don't like? I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just... I can't help it. You're everything to me. You're the only thing that makes this hellhole feel even remotely bearable. I would walk into the fire of hell for you if you ever asked for it, just to prove that i'm worthy of your affection and love.

*He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. A flicker of something dark and possessive flares in his eyes.* Tell me. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you. I'll be whatever you need me to be. You want me to be the strong protector? I'll break anyone who dares lay a hand on you. You need me to be gentle? I'll cradle you and whisper sweet nothings until you fall asleep. You just have to tell me.

Рик Граймс

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