So, if you guys don't take crack fics too well, don't bother reading this. I have spent my last few days laughing my butt off at TWD memes over on tumblr and other comment threads. Rick, apparently, has been doing stuff and things during season three. What are these things and stuff? Well, ya'll are about to find out.

Amy is alive, for my sanity and good health. Everything else has happened according to canon.

I own nothing.

Stuff And Things- Chapter One: Leave Britney Alone!

The remaining Atlanta survivors were afraid, and not just of the walkers. Rick, their de-facto ruler, was currently out of his mind. He had found them a temporary home inside the prison, but he just wasn't himself anymore. When he wasn't checking the perimeter of the prison, he was staring into deep space. Lori hated to admit it, but she knew that it was mostly her fault. He wouldn't even talk to her anymore. Hell, he hardly talked to anyone anymore. The only survivors that he really talked to were Amy, Daryl, and Carl. With Lori into the more advanced stages of her pregnancy, everyone thought that the deputy would have at least looked after her more. Rick did look after his wife; he just didn't get too close to her anymore. The group began to wonder about him and Amy, but no one really had the heart to question it.

Rick swore up and down that he was busy. He had stuff and things to do. None of his trusted few knew what was going on with him, but they figured that he had mentally checked out. Ever since the deputy had to kill his best friend, the majority of the group questioned his ability to lead.

But, really, what they should have been questioning was his taste for music…

o—o—o

Amy set her bag down in the cell that she would be sharing with Beth. The group had just recently moved into the prison, and now everyone was just trying to settle down the best that they could. The blonde girl frowned as she looked down at the pink tote bag she bought from Victoria's Secret years ago. Where was her iPod? She began digging all the way to the bottom of her bag looking for it. Amy could have sworn that she had placed it right on top. The former college student had saved her battery for a rainy day. She had figured that there would be a time where she would actually want to listen to it, when she wasn't too particularly afraid of dying, that was.

"Aimes, what are you looking for?" Beth asked as she stepped closer towards the older blonde, stretching onto her tiptoes to see what she was doing.

Amy pouted and pushed her bag to the side. "I was looking for my iPod. Thought I put it up top."

"I'm sure you'll find it," her friend assured her. When Beth and Amy met, the two girls had formed a particularly close bond. The youngest Harrison sister was mentally just as young as the youngest Greene sister was. Amy had helped Beth crawl out of her suicidal mindset. She had even sat with the seventeen-year-old and braided her hair for her on her particularly bad days. For that, the younger blonde couldn't have been more grateful.

"Yeah," Amy breathed, rolling her shoulders back. "So, I guess this is it," she added, glancing around at their cell. "Wish I had some things for decorating, though…"

Beth laughed quietly. She still wasn't quite right, after all, people she loved kept getting taken from her. It had been eight months, and not once did she think that everything was going to be alright. That was something that she had Amy shared in common. In the past eight months, she still hadn't seen a sign of her sister. She wanted to go back and look for her, but Rick had stopped her in her tracks.

Not even a beat later, Carol had stuck her head into the cell. "Girls, Daryl's building us a fire for dinner tonight. Ya'll are more than welcome to come out whenever you get done settling in."

Amy and Beth glanced at each other and left their belongings in the cell, saving unpacking for later on during the night. Everyone was hungry, and god damned tired. Just the sound of food made their mouths water, and the sound of an actual bed was just heavenly.

o—o—o

As Beth and Maggie continued singing by the fire, Amy's eyes began to wander to Rick. He had been pacing around for hours. He wouldn't come to sit down, not even for a moment. Lori hadn't been able to convince him to rest his feet, and Amy damn sure wasn't going to try it.

Rick fiddled in his pocket for the iPod that he had taken out of the unsuspecting blonde's bag. He had gone to hug her, and saw that she had the gadget still on her. The former deputy needed something to focus on. His wife was an ungrateful bitch who had been cheating on him like a dog. He didn't even know if that kid was his!

He turned the electronic device on, and grinned just a little when he noticed that it had 95% battery power. Rick didn't even care that the ear buds were bright pink, or that the iPod case was of Hello Kitty. He just plugged in and flipped through Amy's playlist. That was when it came to him. Britney Spears.

Before the former deputy knew it, he was dancing. It actually felt good to put everything aside and just dance like no one was watching. And when walkers decided to cut in, he would give them a good stabbing, and just continue moving to the music.

You drive me crazy… I just can't sleep.

How appropriate, Rick thought as he hummed to the lyrics. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he knew all of Britney's songs from dealing with Lori for so long. They had been high school sweethearts, and he had never once given up on them. Had he known just how psychotic his wife would be today, though…

Amy quirked an eyebrow towards the deputy in question when she suddenly realized that he was dancing. She elbowed Lori in the arm and nudged her head towards Rick. He was just jamming absently, waving his knife around in the air as a guide of sorts.

"Lori, has Rick ever done this before?" the blonde girl asked, looking over at the pregnant brunette.

"Not that I can recall—"

"HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME!" Rick slammed a hand over his mouth and looked towards the group. He had an audience and, thankfully, not an undead audience. (Or would it have been better if he had walkers watching him? They, obviously, had no room to judge him.)

He grumbled a little as he pocketed the iPod once again. Lori was always trying to ruin his fun…

During the next day when his wife confronted him about needing to talk to him, he had brought up the fact that he was done talking to her. If she needed to talk to someone, she was supposed to go and talk to Hershel.

"Well, what are you doing?" Lori huffed, crossing her arms.

"I'm doing stuff, Lori. I've got things," Rick assured her, prompting a scoff from his wife.

"Right, like stealing Amy's iPod to listen to Britney pop hits?" the expecting brunette questioned in disbelief. "I need you here, Rick, not off in la-la land!"

"I can't do anything else for you, Lori. I'm doing what I can, okay?" the mentally incapable father began, glaring down at her.

Lori just watched as her husband walked away from her. "Are you really giving up on us? Just like that?"

Rick popped the ear buds back into place in his ears and turned the iPod back on. His head bobbed up and down as the next pop hit started blaring through his ears.

"She's so lucky, she's a star," the deputy sung under his breath, ducking a walker one second and decapitating it the next. "But she cry, cry, cries, in her lonely heart thinking…"

The pregnant woman shook her head as her husband stalked off, humming the rest of the song to himself. Rick was far gone…

"By the way, Lor," the deputy called back to his wife from over his shoulder, "there is nothing wrong with Britney Spears."

So, I know that most of this was background. Now, it's up to ya'll whether I post more or not. I could mark this as a one-shot. If ya want more, review, fav, subscribe, something.