Disclaimer: goddamn I'm not Rick obviously
A/N: This is in an alternate universe.
Annabeth POV
The moment I saw him I knew I was gone. He sat there with a pleasant shine to him and there was just an underlying hint of charm and superior wit that I could detect. He basked in the sun but half in shadow, his better half I like to think. I don't know what came over me but it was like suddenly the world was only made for two and him and I were the only ones that fit. I wanted to touch the curve of his face, his smooth soft skin with all of its small almost unnoticeable imperfections. I wanted him to love me, but I knew that wasn't possible. It never is. It was a one sided love and a sad way to live. My love unrequited, unreciprocated, unreturned. At least I knew that no matter how much my affections were unwanted, he couldn't refuse me. I am a goddess compared to one such as him. I decided I must have him, and did. Upon further investigation I discovered he was well rounded but easy to push over. He seemed to thrive in the spring and winter. He wasn't one to spoil anything easily and he didn't like being a savage in the wild. He was a domesticated man. All these things I learned in fascination and with rapt attention. But there was one thing I'd yet to learn from all of our time together and that was his name. I didn't know what to call him so I named him after my grandfather and my uncle and dubbed him Percy Jackson. He of course, didn't protest. One other thing I noticed was the pure discrimination from my friends. Piper and Thalia seemed purely disgusted by my descision to spend my life with the one that I loved. The only one who seemed to support my decision was my friend Rachel who herself was smitten with a similar fellow. I decided I didn't need friends, all I needed was for him to love me, so I determined to make it so no matter how impossible it was deemed. I tried explaining to him why he should love me which didn't work at all. Then I tried to appeal to his immobility by catering to his every whim. When that failed, I played on his sweet side acting shy, nice, and being helpful. Nothing worked. Time passed and we married. It was a simple life with me working and him guarding the house. But I was unhappy, my pride was too great for me to allow myself to love someone who wouldn't, couldn't, love me back. I grew bitter and lonely as he grew cold under my touch. His soul showed the first signs of becoming something rotted, dark, and hard to look at. One day I came home from my job and it had been a long day indeed. I saw him lying there, facing everything but seeing nothing. I wanted to scream at him, "love me, love me!" Or am I unlovable? Do I not deserve happiness? That day was the first time in my life that I wished to be like him, cold and unfeeling. But then I realized that if I were unfeeling then I would never know what it is to be human. To love and to experience pain. Those were the differences between us and that was why I knew we could never be together. So that day, I did the only thing I could. I picked him up, held him close one last time, and then I ate him. After all, oranges don't feel pain.