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Hero (Rick Grimes x Reader)

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

Pairing: Rick x Reader

Warnings: None

97. “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.” with Rick

Rick sat on the couch in the living room, face between his hands. He rubbed his temples, he had so many headaches lately. Negan would be coming any minute for another visit. Although this time, you were home. Somehow, every time Negan visited you were out on runs scavenging for anything useful.

You walked down the stairs, boots leaving marks upon the once pristine carpeting. The dull thuds of your feet alerted Rick to your presence. The man looked at you from the couch, mouth turned in a frown.

“What are you doin’?” he asked, eyeing your form. You looked ready to go out and scavenge.

You smiled, hand resting on the banister. “I was going to help you with Negan today,” you began, walking toward him and resting on the arm of the couch, “Today is the day, right?”

“Yeah, it is, but you aren’t helping me with him,” Rick said, hand resting on your thigh.

Your smile fell, eyes hardening into a glare, “Well, why the hell not?”

“Because you don’t need to meet him, you need to be safe, in here,” he spoke. In truth, he knew how you were, you would try and fight Negan and Rick feared that outcome. You were the one of the last positive things in his life and he’d be damned if Negan could waltz in and take that away from him.

“I don’t need to be locked away like some useless princess, Rick,” you stood from your position on the couch, brows furrowing.

“I know that,” Rick said calmly, “I just…you don’t need to be out there with him, he isn’t a good man.”

You let out a snort, “If he was a good man, I wouldn’t need to be out there to help protect us.” You weren’t someone who liked to sit back and watch while others did the work. No, you were not some damsel in distress that Rick needed to keep locked away. Rick needed to recognize that you are capable and he needed to be there for you, supporting your actions. “Rick, listen, I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

His frown lifted, tired eyes meeting yours. “I know that, I’m scared what he’d do if he met you,” he sighed, defeated.

“I can handle him, I just need you to be there with me,” you said softly, grabbing his hand, “Let’s go wait at the gate, together.”