This is a one shot for Rick.
I love Rick. He's such an amazing character.
If I get enough response with this, I might write an actual story for him. But I've found out you people aren't really the type to review huh.
Let me know what you think if you feel like it.
Please accept the typo-s and spelling mistakes, I've done my best but I'm exhausted at the moment and might have missed a few.

Enjoy.

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes

Rick sighed running his hand through his hair as he continued to look left and right, still not satisfied with the quiet. For some reason he was always on his toes for something to happen; it was almost comforting to find at least one or two walkers, the idea of taking them out before going to sleep made it seem as though he really did eliminate all the dangers.

"Do you want something to happen?" An Irish accent cut through his thoughts. He used to spin around shocked at the sudden noise but somehow he had already expected her to interrupt his obsessing.

He shrugged in response. Even though he enjoyed her presence, the warm feeling it spread through him was bad news. He recognized the feeling well, and he liked it way too much.

Danielle MacAuley smiled a tiny, humorous smile at him after he did decide to turn around, her black hair cut recently due to getting tangled up with a walker's hands. Even though Rick had continuously forced her to stay away from danger and lead the others in the right direction instead, she seemed to ignore his requests and he'd find her right next to him.

'I can handle myself, done it before… And you can use the help' she always pointed out, and he knew where she was coming from. She had survived on her own for a long time before she had stumbled across their group; in truth Hershel had found her and even though Rick had been persistent the vet wouldn't budge and after he had patched her up, didn't make her leave. Instead let her stay in his house.

It wasn't long after that before them walkers attacked.

The time on the road made that he got to know her better than before.
She gained his trust… and probably a little bit more than that. Even though he didn't like to admit it to himself the woman had invaded his thoughts a little bit more than often. And he felt weird about it, he remembered a time that he wouldn't even allow himself to think about anyone else but his wife. He would feel disgusted as he would lay next to Lori, her belly growing with a child that he had adopted as his no matter if it really did share his blood.

They had been through a lot, Lori and he. Trying to safe their marriage in hopes for better times, sticking to each other for Carl. After the dead started walking and Rick finally finding her and Carl he had perhaps hoped that things would start to look up from there; well, as good it could be in this situation. Stuff happening with Shane had messed them up worse than ever before.

The woman had stolen his heart once… There had been a time that Lori was all that made his heart beat. Just the sound of her name would've caught his attention. She had been such a spontaneous girl back in the day, always laughing and joking. When he had proposed he had been so sure that this was her… This was the woman he would spent the rest of his damn life with; she was to perfect not to.
Yet it was no longer her touch he was longing for.

"Go to bed Rick, I'll keep an eye out, don't worry" she offered after a few minutes of silence in which Rick had absentmindedly stared at the end of the road. He shook himself out of it and looked back at her face.
"Yeah…" he muttered.

There had been one moment in which he had found himself in her embrace. Just a week back. He never allowed himself to grow week but in a blind sheer of panic in which he thought that Carl had run off without supervision, he hadn't known what to do.
It had been Danielle who had ran after him and told him Carl was already back with Lori and as Rick tried to force his heart down from coming up his throat, he had pulled her against him in a kind of reflex almost.
He normally would've searched for Lori's arms and as he melted away in the comfort that Danielle offered, he finally realized that what he wanted from Danielle was far more than the friendship she gave him.

It was that touch that he terribly graved at this very moment.
Her smile never left her lips, she always smiled or laughed. Even if she felt nervous, her response would be to chuckle; a trait that had Rick annoyed with her a few times.

"What's the matter? You're constantly spacing out" Danielle pointed out placing a hand on his arm and a small frown folded the tanned skin on her face.

"Just… Things" he mumbled, placing both his hands on his hips, staring at his booted feet.
He was happy winter was coming to an end. His toes felt less frozen these days. Back when they had bathed in luxury that had been taken for granted, he would've warmed his feet underneath a warm shower, and he'd be able to get a full night sleep after that.

"Danielle…" he started, sighed, and tried his best to avoid eye contact with the woman.
He wanted to tell her how he felt. That he was sick and tired of everything. That he didn't know if he could hold on much longer, to being this leader, this twisted burden placed upon him. That; even though he always acted like it, he had no idea what the hell he was doing half of the time.

But as he once again couldn't find the right words to describe this endless pool of shit that recently took over his emotions he just stepped forward and held her.

He didn't know if she felt what he felt as he allowed himself to sigh into her warmth.
Even though her last bath was just as far gone as his own, she still smelled good. He just wanted to hold her awhile. Escape from all this bullshit and feel all the things she made him feel without forcing them down. Without denying them.

He felt her arms around his neck, holding him close with one hand on the back of his head. But she never said a word.

Did she notice? Did she know? Was she longing for it as much as he did? Or was it just a friendly gesture in her eyes.

For just one speck of a moment did Lori almost spoil his thoughts but he quickly silenced her, there was nothing wrong with this. He didn't do anything wrong. The proximity of her body pressed against his might have been too close for Lori's liking but that still didn't mean he was being unfaithful.

"Tell me you're alright" she whispered in his ear. He could feel her breath tickling the skin on his exposed neck and that alone was enough to want a whole lot more out of this contact. He knew that with that thought he had dragged this moment way too far and by the way his arms responded by squeezing her a little closer, he knew that anyone who'd seen them knew this had gone too far.

"I'm… Fine" he muttered back.

A few seconds of silence past in which they both didn't let go and he hoped that this meant just as much to her as it did to him.

His eyes opened, however, at the sound of approaching steps and he suddenly fell back into the real world, carefully releasing his death grip on the curved woman and they both shared a look which told him – and the hope he felt worried him – that she felt what he wanted her to feel so desperately.

Glenn rounded the corner than and Rick started walking away from Danielle at the same time. He glared at the Korean kid and straight after felt guilty for the amount of misplaced hatred he put in there. After all, it was a good thing he interrupted what was happening before he had lost himself completely.

Nothing happened he tried to convince himself as he lay down next to Lori's bed on the cold floor. Carl slept next to his mother and he didn't feel the need to disturb either of them.
He stared at the ceiling listening to each breath they took and sighed deeply.
Then why do I feel so damn guilty?