Hey friends!
Okay, so I simply couldn't resist my Rick feels. I have them. I shall show them to you henceforth.
And I really needed to jump into this scene so it would stop eating away at my heart.
Hope you like this angsty little drabble!
I disclaim all the things, but if I owned Rick, I'd hold him forever.
"Thank God…"
They didn't speak terribly often. If he was honest with himself, he'd stopped speaking in length to just about everyone over the winter. Daryl was probably the one in the group who heard his voice the most…
And as he held her now, clinging to her back, pulling her into him, whispering that thanks to a God he wasn't even sure he believed in anymore, he regretted it all.
Not talking to her. Not getting to know her.
The thought reminded him of another woman he should have talked with more, and a sick feeling pooled into his gut.
So much left unsaid.
And now it's too late.
He recognized the twitch of his hands as she pulled back to embrace Hershel, the feeling of his lips turning down. He realized then how he'd missed it so, the feeling of a woman holding him, comforting him…
She'd wanted to.
She'd wanted to.
He smiled briefly when Beth presented the baby. He watched her face light up for but a second in time before she turned back to him, eyes questioning and hesitant.
And God, the pain. It hit him like a goddamn truck and he knew she saw it. He stood, uneven, eyes blurring as he heard her gasp, weak body struggling to comprehend the loss. She cried.
Reached for him again.
And when she lifted her hands to hold his face, the agony and comfort blended together behind his closing eyes and burned.
"I'm sorry…"
Fingers pressed into his eyelids. They were wet and his head was already hurting.
She let him go to refocus on the baby and with a deep inhale he steeled his chaotic thoughts. This was a victory, he reminded himself. She was alive, and the baby was alive….they were safe. They were all together-
And then he remembered that Glenn and Maggie were currently being held against their will somewhere, and his heart lifted into his throat for the millionth time since he'd woken up in that hospital.
Rick stood amongst the small huddle and smiled as Carol coddled his newborn.
He wanted nothing more than to break down into tears and ask her to hold him again.
A/N: Someone get me a tissue...
I made myself cry.