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Rick was done with Alexandria. He felt like a caged animal, pacing the confines of his safe little home, in this safe little community, with the big safe walls. It was bullshit. Even if it lasted forever or at least until he took his last breath, it’d still be bullshit. He’d sacrificed too much of himself along the way to end up like this, for it all to have been for nothing.
He missed the brutality. He missed having an excuse to kill another person, to take what he needed. He yearned to look down and see blood caked up under his fingernails again, didn’t matter who it belonged to. Walker or human. It was all the same at the end of the day. Although he did hav a fondness for human blood. There was something far more satisfying about taking down an equal and not a mindless corpse. A certain type of pleasure he got when he looked down and seen the proof all over his crimson stained clothes that he had the capacity to do such an heinous act.
The Governor, he was not. At least he never had been. But as he walked circles around the floor of his quaint little home that he shared with his two children, Rick was starting to wonder if maybe he was worse. Or if maybe those walls around Woodbury had did something to Philip Blake, caged him from his thirst until finally the man had cracked.
Because Rick was cracking, he was sure of it. Hell, he was positive. The fury he had surging through his veins was twice as powerful as the grief he’d had after Lori. And if that had made him lose it, he was horrified at what this new longing he had developed would do.
It was why when he heard the knock on his door, he ignored it. And when the pounding continued, he felt his hand immediately go to the Colt Python on his hip, imagined opening the door and shooting whoever it was at point blank range. Maybe if he got lucky, some blood would splatter on his face before the poor fucker dropped to the ground.
“Rick?! I know you’re home.”
His head jerked at the sound of Beth’s voice, wondering what the hell it was she could possibly want. The kids weren’t home. Carl had taken Judith to the safe little park, with the safe guards, and the child safety equipment. An image that should have pleased him, it was why he’d bitten a damn man’s throat out. To keep his children alive and happy. But really it only served to enrage him. You couldn’t push a man to do something like that and expect him to ever come back from it.
“Rick. Just open the door.”
She wasn’t going away, he realized. And finally giving in, he went to the door, unlocked the dead bolt, and cracked it just a bit, trying to protect Beth from him.
“You’re losing it again aren’t you?” She asked, pushing her way inside, looking dead set on giving him some inspirational speech like her dead father would’ve.
Ever since they’d rescued Beth from that hospital she hadn’t been quite the same. Instead of a weak little farm girl that stood in the background, suddenly she moved with confidence. That pissed him off too. Rick was supposed to be the leader, the one in charge, the tough one. He was not supposed to be the recluse hiding in his house while Beth fucking Greene strutted around on guard duty with a gun in her hand.
And damn did she strut. Always in the same pair of tight jeans, the ones that were forever stained with blood, mixing two of the things he missed the most together - a firm ass and brutality. It was like a constant reminder of everything Rick craved advertised in the form of a girl half his age. A girl that had no damn place questioning him, barging inside.
“What do you want?” He finally asked, gritting his teeth as they both stood at the door, not even bothering to answer her question.
Not even when her big innocent eyes stared up at him in concern.
“I just came to check in on you. You weren’t with the kids at the park.”
“I’m fine. They’re fine. We’re all fine.”
He practically spit each sentence out, not even caring if she seen how bitter the words tasted in his mouth. It was the closest thing he was ever going to get to a release again, he figured he may as well make the most of it.
“Is it really so bad that we’re all fine?” She asked, clearly understanding the problem just like Hershel would’ve. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“You have no idea what I want, Beth.”
Rick wanted her gone. He needed her gone. Her and the ignorant notion she still believed in.
He wasn’t even going to bother with goodbye, instead just opened the door, yanking her arm towards it. Her thin wrist felt so damn fragile in his grip, reminding him of how easy it was to overpower someone, his adrenaline surging with that simple touch.
“Don’t touch me.” She snapped, trying to jerk away but only failed miserably. “Don’t get pissed because someone actually cares.”
The words actually made him laugh standing there in the open doorway, his arms still firmly holding on to her. It was probably the same bullshit she’d pulled on Daryl, he figured. The reason Daryl suddenly had fucking feelings after being left alone with her. Just more ignorant bullshit. It wouldn’t matter how much sunshine and roses she spewed out of that innocent little mouth, Rick knew it would never explain away the need he had.
“We’re safe here, Rick. Is that really so bad?”
He seen it on her face the moment she realized it wasn’t going to work. The concern in her eyes changing into fear, the way her body went limp like prey pretending to play dead. The exact second she understood that she was staring into the face of a man she no longer recognized.
It was the fucking look Rick had been needing. The same look that fat fuck had given him right before Rick had stabbed him repeatedly, Joe’s blood still dripping from his beard. The way Lori had looked after he killed Shane, hell even Shane had done it right before Rick sliced a blade through his stomach. The very thing he’d thought this safe zone was sorely lacking was suddenly standing right in front of him.
“You’re never safe, Beth.” He kicked the door shut with his foot, used his free hand to grab her delicate little neck, shoving her up against the wall in a choke hold. “I think it’s time you figured that out.”
He felt the tremor shoot through her body, the complete and utter terror. Walkers never shook in fear. But that’s what made the humans so much more satisfying.
“You won’t hurt me.”
And there came the denial. Walkers didn’t do that either.
He stared her down, waiting for the next words. His absolute favorite part, the begging. Something that had always made him feel so damn in control, having another person completely at his mercy. And when it didn’t come fast enough, when she just stayed there standing stiff, he tightened his grip on her neck, pulling her away from the wall only to smash her head back into it. And it sure as hell got his point across.
“Please, Rick...”
His cock actually stiffened at the words, got him hard so fast that it was painful, his dick straining against his jeans. He wasn’t going hurt Beth the way she thought. No, he wasn’t quite that far gone. Not yet. But if he didn’t do something soon, he feared he would be. So he’d let Beth take one for the team, seeing as how she’d always seemed to care so much. It’d teach her a fucking lesson.
“You don’t want me to hurt you, do you?” He asked, leaning in close, watched as a single tear dripped down her cheek.
She just shook her head and Rick could tell she was trying to be brave. Trying her hardest. It made it better. The courageous ones were always more fun than the cowards.
“You just wanna help, right?”
He felt her tremble again when she nodded and he couldn’t help but lick his lips, finally pressing his hard dick against her jeans, letting her feel every hard inch, showing her the effect her fear had on him, letting her know what he was going to do.
Beth tried to turn her head, tried to pretend it wasn’t happening.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
He recognized the sound of his voice, the one when he’d reached the point of no return. The one he used every time he was about to end someone. And he supposed he was about to end Beth Greene, end every damn ignorant thought she had in her head, destroying her idea of safety forever.
And he’d put enough fear in her that when he let go of her, she stayed still, still refusing to look at him. Just quivering in fear, her legs practically locked together. It was a miracle she was even still standing up straight.
But Rick didn’t hesitate either, he’d learned along time ago that a scared animal would always eventually dart away if given the chance.
Unbuttoning her jeans, he yanked them down with her panties, forcing her legs out of them. It was then that she finally tried to pull away, when the reality set in of what he was about to do. Hell, it was what he wanted her to do. The fight was half the fun.
He even let her take one step, just to get her hopes up before grabbing her ponytail and slamming her back up against the wall, that tight ass he’d fantasized about now facing him, making his cock jerk just knowing what he was about to get away.
“I told you not to fucking move.” He growled into her ear, landing a hard lap against her cheek, the sound echoing off the walls of his safe little home.
“You don’t want me to hurt you.”
He shoved his dick against her at the words, watched as the tears flowed when she shook her head.
“And you don’t want me to hurt anyone else.”
With the statement came another forceful shove, his cock straining to be unleashed on the tiny girl in front of him, his chest pressed so hard against her back he could smell the fear dripping out of her pores. And when she didn’t respond, he grinded against her again, dead set on forcing words out of her.
“Just do it already.” She grunted, the fear quickly turning into anger, anger that only pissed him off.
“Turn around.” He grunted, ready to punish her for not being a proper victim.
She followed the command without any struggle, turning to face him, naked from the waist down, determination in her eyes.
“I was gonna do you a favor.” Rick told her, making a show out of unbuckling his gun belt and letting it drop to the floor. “I wasn’t gonna make you watch what I’m about to do. Just gonna take you from behind so the only memory you’d have were the sounds I made in your ear.”
Her eyes were tracking his every movement, watched as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans and took a step closer, finally freeing his stiff dick, seen the fear finally return.
“But now you’re gonna look at me while I fuck you.”
“Rick, please...”
She was begging, a sound so pathetic it made cum leak from the tip of his dick. And it wouldn’t have mattered if she did it a thousand times over, it wouldn’t have changed his mind. He was too far gone.
Placing his hand on her face, holding her tight against the wall, he met her eyes. Seen the terror, the humiliation, the truth of the monster he’d become. Always had been. A safe community and a clean shaven face weren’t going to fix anything, not ever.
“You don’t have to do - “
He cut her off, moved his hand to her mouth, firmly covering it to stifle the words he had no interest in hearing.
“Shut the fuck up.”
It was then that he seen it in her eyes. The lights go out, maybe some life too. The moment when she accepted her fate, a small part of her dying with the realization. But if she was dying, he finally felt alive again, pushing into her with such force that he lifted her feet off the ground, thrusting into her like the rag doll he was using her as.
Rick had expected the pain from pushing into a dry fuck, but he hadn’t expected her to be quite so damn tight. And the whimper that tried to escape her mouth took him by surprise. It was brutal, throaty, making her eyes slam shut as she took every inch of him. He thrusted in again, knew eventually she’d get wet even if she didn’t want to. God knew his dead lay of a fucking wife had every time she’d suffered through letting him fuck her.
“Look at me.” He grunted, pressing his hand harder against her mouth, crushing her body with as much force as he could muster.
Still she refused. He pounded into her again, forcing another cry out, music to ears.
“Look. At. Me.”
But instead of opening her eyes, Beth just tried to free herself from him, finally having had enough of the torture he was putting her through. Her hands trying to push him away even though he still had a hold on her face, even though his cock was still buried inside of her.
“Fuck you.”
It was muffled from his fingers over her lips, but Rick heard it well enough. Actually smiled at the sound. Allowed her to struggle for minute, pushing and clawing at his shirt but he was too strong, easily kept her pinned down with just the one hand on her face.
“I am fucking you, sweetheart.” He whispered, finally grabbing hold of her wrists and pinning them over her head.
The tears were pouring now, the sight only making him ram again into her, finally feeling the her walls beginning to get slick. And at first the feeling of her wet cunt’s grip was so overpowering that Rick didn’t realize there was something off about it. Not until he pulled out and looked down did it finally make sense why her juices weren’t sticky, weren’t giving off that musky smell he was craving.
It was blood.
Beth Greene was a fucking a virgin, the proof on his dick and smudged against her thighs. But he couldn’t have cared if he wanted to, the sight of that sweet substance was too overwhelming. God, how he’d missed it. Had longed to be the cause of it.
He looked at her, could tell she was pleading with him not to do this to her any longer. Almost like she expected him to stop at the sight of what he’d done. But she didn’t know how badly he needed it. To see it, smell it, taste it.
Running his free hand over her slit, dipping a few fingers into her, he finally pulled them out and held his hand to his face. Almost came from the sight of the red fluid on his palm. This was what he’d needed all along.
Meeting her eyes, he slowly dipped each finger into his mouth, savoring the sweet metallic taste, could see the disgust on her face at the sight. It wasn’t until he lowered himself on to his knees that he realized just how badly he’d needed it, burying his face into her cunt, lapping up the flavor that he’d craved for so long.
And he was feeling so damn greedy in that moment, his tongue dipping in out of her pussy that he didn’t notice at first how her body sagged to the sensation, her knees grow weak. Wasn’t until his tongue ran over her clit, sucking it clean of the blood, forcing a moan out of her lips that he realized it. He’d been so caught up in his pleasure that he’d somehow managed to make her succumb to his desperate lips, her hands running through sweaty curls as he continued sucking her swollen bud.
He didn’ give a fuck anymore about hurting her, he’d gotten what he’d came for. If she wanted to grunt against his face, it was fine by Rick. Just made the thing he craved taste even better, finally mixing with her sticky fluids, thickening it up, making it sweeter.
He looked up to see her eyes closed, her face a mixture of disgust and pleasure. She was hating herself for enjoying it.
And when her walls started to flutter around his wet tongue, Rick let Beth ride it out, knew she’d hate herself even more for cumming on his face. Even helped to keep her steady until her orgasm resided, her body shaking in tremors that didn’t have anything to do with fear anymore.
“You aren’t done here.” He told her, standing up, forcing himself back between her thighs.
It was his turn. One he didn’t feel quite as guilty about taking anymore as he pushed into her, placing his blood soaked palm back on her neck, meeting her eyes.
He could only imagine what he looked like, pounding into her with blood caked on his face. But it didn’t matter.
With each thrust he felt his balls tighten, his dick pulsing, forcing noises out of her that were a mixture of pain and pleasure. Keeping his rhythm, he pounded her into the wall, never pulling all the way out of her bloody cunt, refusing to stop the momentum. At some point her hips started to roll with his, pushing back against him, nothing but shame in her eyes for her body betraying her. And when his dick jerked, he finally pressed his lips against her willing mouth, forcing his tongue into her with ease while he pumped his load into her, filling eth in every way he could.
By the time his orgasm had resided, her legs were wrapped around his ass, her pants coming out just as breathless as his. But it wasn’t until Rick finally pulled away and seen the red stains he’d left on her skin and around her innocent little mouth that he felt truly satisfied. All he’d wanted really was a taste of the blood he’d spent months dreaming about. What he hadn’t expected was to put that same thirst into someone else, to pull away from Beth and see the satisfaction on her face.