Sad Rick Grimes Novels & Stories

he grunts, his voice heavy with agitation. “My apologies, Beta Pride. I’ve only just returned from my perimeter check,” I reply, careful to stay in line. Drunk Deadrick is a nightmare; sober Deadrick is deadly. My body has only now recovered from Wesley and Russel’s beating. I refuse to earn another this morning.

Or a part of himself was somewhere out there in the world. He leaned back and crossed his feet on the table. A small knock sounded and a broadchested dark-haired man walked in. He scoffed at the sight of Rick and said, "What are you doing here wallowing in your misery?" "Get someone to clean up the corpse of that guy on the pavement," Rick said. The dark-haired man, who was his Beta called Jones went to a corner and poured a drink into two glass cups. "I don't suppose the Luna is happy that the man is dead. He was her good friend."

My father and Chris broke off and started to have a deep conversation in the room’s corner, while the rest of us waited. I looked at Ronnie to find him already watching me. “You okay?” He settled next to me in my father’s seat that he had just vacated. “You look sad…what happened?” Thoth turned. “What happened with Rick and everyone last night? Were you able to save his pup?” I sat back so I could see both men and nodded. “It was hard. But I was able to save everyone.”

She gave them those puppy blue eyes and Connor couldn’t hold out much longer “Fine! Just stop staring at me with those eyes'' Connor slapped the blue gem in the middle of the holodisk and it started to ring. After the third ring the form of Rick Hale had shimmed into vision, but this time he didn't have a scar on the right side of his face. Glory got up off the bed and put the disk on the floor that way she could have her uncle Rick in her vision of sight. He looked down at his kids and he saw how exhausted the two of them looked and he started to grow frown lines on his face. “What is wrong? Why do you look so tired? Like you haven't slept in days ?” Rick questioned

The sword, it wanted blood. "Captain, the boys are just upset. Rick is missing and with us almost to Siren Gulley; They're thinking it's a bad omen." The man continued speaking, flinching as he did so. "Ricks dead." Gavin said shortly. He made a disgusted face saying Rick's name. "What captain? By who? We need justice." The man pleaded. "I killed him." Gavin said, a sinister grin appeared across his face. Grumbles broke out amongst them. Rick clearly had some supporters but not many. It appeared that most of them were more superstitious than loyal to Rick.

It's like I can't feel my arm and it burns inside. " What the fuck is happening?" Vladimir walks into the room but halts when he sees me bleeding and in tears. Where the heck is Gray? " Who fuckin shot her?" Vladimir growls. Why should he care? The guy I kicked answer." Rick did." Vladimir pulls out his gun from his coat pocket and shoots Rick on the head. He falls flat on the ground dead. I gasp in shock and wince in pain . I'm loosing too much blood right now. Vladimir walks to my form and grabs my good arm as he pulls me up to my feet.

The woman answered me just now. “She was the Moon Goddess.” I say, and Azlela confirms with a string of curses. I laugh. She's back alright. The door to the dungeon bursts open and Rick comes rushing in. He is pale, with angry red spots covering his cheeks. He runs past my cell and stops at the one besides me. I move to the bars, looking out and seeing his silhouette standing rigid, staring inside the cell. “You are supposed to be dead. Why are you not dead? You WERE DEAD! IT WORKED! But.. But.. WHY ARE YOU NOT DEAD?!” He screams at Azlela. She laughs, her voice raw with emotions.

I glared at him, “Nothing! I can't do anything if I can't walk. Gosh, I never knew you could be so rough.” His eyes flickered with sadness. He sat beside me, taking my hands. “I never knew I hurt you this much. I…would have done it slowly, but... Fuck liv, I couldn't control myself. I promise it won't happen again.” I rolled my eyes, a smile shadowing my lips. This version of Grim was a beautiful one. One that I would not want to lose. To think that the man who I have vowed to die rather than live with was among my major sources of happiness was a mystery to me.

RICK. (Beau’s Father) I walk till I get to her tombstone. My heart aching from all that is happening. People are dying and it is happening all over again. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to make everything okay. As the alpha of the pack, everyone is looking to me to lead them to the right path but what do I do if I don’t know what that path is?

A growl vibrated on his throat. “We already talked about this, babe. The psychiatrist even told you too that it was never your fault. None of it was.” “I don't know,” He lifted my chin with his fingers. “Hey, look at me. This is Richard and Beatrice's fault, Laura. So don't you ever beat yourself about your mom's death.” As he said these, I could clearly see the murder in the depths of his eyes. A look only reserved to the men listed on the Romano family's death list. I bet all my money that Richard's name had recently made an appearance on the said list.