Rick's Son On Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Not after what I did. Why did you react that way to her pregnancy? Rick asked, and Gerard stared at the proud and strong man sitting across from him. But all he saw was an earnest young boy with freckles on his nose and a gap-toothed grin, a boy whom Gerard had once protected with every fiber of his being. Gerard had suffered bruises, broken bones, and bloody noses for that kid and given half the chance would do so again. Their father had never touched Rick—had never gotten the chance—and as a result Rick was a well-adjusted man who had never known the evil that Gerard had grown up with.

(Ricardo, what are you doing, son, are you crazy? Gio’s pleading voice went totally unnoticed by his twisted asshole of a son, his hand holding the gun not moving an inch away from me. “Gio, tell your idiot of a son to take that gun away from her face or this will downright turn into a fucking bloodbath, this I promise,” Rick’s deadly serious tone cut through the silence, followed by Gio’s insistent pleadings towards his son as I just stood there, shaking in fear, not really knowing if I’ll live to see the next day...

Killain took my hand and I clung to his, forcing the tremors down. “Lies!!!” His heart was finally beating. “Rick, you let me live because I became scentless. You didn't want Killain to end up with me, that's why you plotted with Korra to kill me. Are you going to also deny that? You should know that your son overheard you while you were plotting.” His panicked gaze landed on Killain. “Are you also calling him a liar?” Rick took a deep breath and the confused look I was enjoying disappeared to my disappointment.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that he would leave me alone even though Olive and I could fit into his car and we could go to the school together. “The Sheriff confirmed that the bullets in Rick’s rifle were indeed silver,” Dad notified. “The good news is he didn’t seem to have any idea what were they for. He just thought that Rick liked to experiment on hunting.” “There’s nothing good comes out of this,” I whined. “Dad, he was a hunter—a werewolf hunter. It can only mean that the man who was with him was a hunter as well. God knows how many more of them out there.” “Yes. It was probably Sam Johnson, his brother who lived with him and his family,” said Dad. “I went to their house for Rick’s

It had been difficult enough with her knowing that he had an active sex life that included riding the cock of another boy, let alone that he also had a thing for the school slut and had been infected with Lycanthropy due to said boyfriend. Casey was only slightly amused at how his mother finding out he'd been infected would go over as she insisted he use condoms with Rick calling him both handsome and dirty in the same breath. She had been right to worry, of course, Rick wasn't exactly prone to using protection but given his size and the fact that he was immune to diseases, he more or less avoided rubbers. For his part, Casey had been much too caught up in recalling all of the nasty things h

“Son, I know you have your reasons to fight him, but he is still your brother, and you have much more important things to deal with.” He gestured to Rick, who was lying on the floor, bruised and bleeding. “Get up, you lazy piece of shit, stop picking on your brother, he is going through a lot right now, his wife lost their baby.” He said and Rick gasped. “You…you should have told me,” Rick muttered and got up from the floor, dusting his clothes, but I couldn’t help but notice the grin on his face, he was happy that I didn’t have an heir.

From now on, I won’t look at Mom the way I always perceive her. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m sorry you have to suffer like this.” She whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t do anything sooner to stop this.” “Nothing of these is your fault, Mom.” I smiled at her. She squeezed my hand then glance at Yuan who smiled at her reassuringly. My brow creased, my heartbeat speeding up. “Don’t tell me now that I’m adopted.” I glared at them. I clearly heard what they said in the warehouse, me, being Rick’s daughter. I clearly heard them and I can’t bring myself to mourn for his death. What kind of father will hurt his wife and harm his children? Rick is clearly a madman.

Rick Mack the CEO of R&D He was a loving husband and a great dad,and ever since his wife died he took it upon himself to make his children happy but he failed woefully, seeing his daughter crying helplessly broke his heart. Micah came out of the building looking everywhere,when his eyes caught Sasha and Rick he exhaled in relief. Walking towards them,Sasha released Rick and snuggle herself against Micah, he smiled wrapping his arms around her and scooping her in his hand. "Bye father" He said to Rick keeping his smile,Rick chuckled nodding his head. Micah put her inside the car, kissing Sasha lips, she wrapped his hand around his neck, sobbing. "Where should we go?" He asked, lifting her ha

Seated like he owned the crumbling place, his broad frame splayed lazily on the couch as he scrolled through his phone, fingers adorned with rings that caught the low light of the dusty bulb above. Rick. His maternal uncle. The family’s disgrace, and his father’s greatest enemy. The man who couldn’t bother to attend his sister’s funeral. The man who didn’t even send flowers. “Uncle...?” Drake asked cautiously, his voice a little rough, and a little older than it was a minute ago. Rick looked up, grunted, then went back to his phone. “Just trying to play the good uncle, kid. Thought I’d come see my sweet nephew… maybe for the last time. Honestly, you're grown now. More of a..man”

He turned back and walked toward him until he was standing right in front of him. “That’s a good decision,” he said, patting his back. Ryder’s gaze stayed fixed on the ground, jaw tight. “Now, let’s go kill your dad. He is such a betrayal!” the man sneered, a crazed look flashing in his eyes. Ryder let out a short, bitter laugh with him, and the two of them stepped out of the dark room together. ** “What?” Jake, whose face was buried in his phone, asked Rick, who was standing in front of him. Rick held up the picture of Regina.