A/N: I know I know it's been a long long hiatus. I lost motivation and interest for this story but it's back! I saw how much support I got from you guys in your reviews and knew I couldn't abandon it! I just hope you guys are still with me. I will try, the key word is try to update once a week. And if I manage that then this story can get back into motion, bear in mind I'm writing another fanfic too.

A quick recap. We last left off at Maggie's bachelorette party where pranks and drama ensued! Pol is also working up the courage to tell Rick how she feels, but she can't stop thinking about Lori. On top of all this, there's a wedding going on! I hope I do this justice. So grab a seat and get ready for the feels..

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- Angels and Douchebags

I woke up feeling groggy and checked my watch. 10 am. I sat up in bed before realising I wasn't in my cell. Oh. My eyes zeroed in on a pair of large old muddy black boots in front of the sink and the faint smell of vomit in the air. Rick's cell.

Suddenly I remembered the events of 5am this morning where I threw up all the sugar from the night before. Urgh, I sat up in my bed rubbing my head which was still pounding from my sugar hangover.

I kicked my legs down from the bed and shrugged my boots on. I glanced at myself in the mirror seeing my unruly hair and frowned. Not even caring what I looked like I stumbled out of the cell into the common area which was empty.

"Hello?" I called out as I was shushed. I followed the sound and looked up shielding my eyes from the blaring light of the sun.

"Lil asskicker's sleepin'" Daryl whispered putting a finger to his lips and pointing to the crib which was on the perch.

"Sorry," I said quietly.

"Where is everyone?" I asked him.

"Gettin' ready for the wedding." Daryl stated.

"Shit that reminds me. I need to give the bride and groom their clothes, the cooks need to prepare food for the lunch and dinner, decorating the cafeteria with the candles.." I listed off.

"Done." Daryl said.

"What do you mean?" I raised my eyebrows as Daryl came down the steps quietly.

"It's all done." Daryl shrugged.

"Rick got everyone up early, even some of the girls who were still hungover from last night, he got them to do everythin' you don't need to do anythin'." Daryl stood in front of me with his arms crossed.

"Really?" I couldn't help the smile that made it's way across my face and I felt the pangs in my heart. Rick did everything, he sorted it all out.

"Okay well thanks Daryl. I'll see ya later." I tapped him on the shoulder before leaving the cell block. I took the rubber band from my wrist and tied my hair up which was getting too long to keep out before I bumped into someone.

"Ooh sorry about that-"

"Hey Sasha!" I beamed loudly as she covered her ears.

"Not so loud." She hissed as I saw the bags under her eyes and her face was pale.

"Oh still hungover." I grinned.

"Yeah, so don't make fun. I know where you were last night." She pointed a finger at me smirking.

"What?"

"I walked past your cell this morning and saw Carl and Judith and then I saw you sleeping comfortably on Rick's bed. Care to tell me what happened?" She crossed her arms.

"Hey, it was completely innocent!" I defended rubbing my eyes.

"Oh so you accidently stumbled into Rick's cell last night and into his bed? Sure girl." She chuckled before walking back towards our cell block.

"It's the truth!" I shouted after her. I walked into the cafeteria where the smell of food being cooked wafted in from outside.

I walked outside and saw most of our camp awake and busy. Michonne was busy on the field teaching new members to fight with knives and how guns worked. On the other side, some were clearing the field where Rick was directing people.

On one side was a large grill where Carol and the others began making the feast for later on today.

"Hey Carol." I strolled over to her with a wide grin on my face.

"Hey you. You slept in." She gave me a sly look.

"Oh don't start." I shot her a look, watching the others who were in earshot.

"What? I was talking about your hair. It's gettin' messy." Carol left the grill and began touching strands of my hair.

"I usually never let it get this long." I pushed her mothering hands away.

"Remind me give you a cut later." She patted my head.

"Why?" I asked.

"Trust me you need it." She emphasised.

She put a plate of spaghetti Os in front of me as I turned my face up at it.

"Spaghetti again?" I groaned.

"You've become too spoilt." I heard a disapproving tone sit opposite me.

"Sorry Hershel not everyone's on board with Spaghetti Tuesdays always." I shot him a wicked grin as he smiled.

"It's funny. I forgot what it was like to starve." I watched in the distance at the life buzzing around the prison.

Sure it wasn't perfect. But we were in a facility that was reasonably secure. But we lost people. Andrea. Lori. I couldn't shake the guilt that went through me every time I thought about Rick. Lori was his wife, his actual life partner and here I was pining over him.

"That's a good thing Pol." Hershel stated.

"Look around. What do you see?" He asked.

"Cooking. Guarding the perimeter. Weapons training. Farming." I cracked a smile watching Rick frustratedly plant crops.

"I see the beginning of a new civilisation." Hershel said.

"A civilisation in this prison?" I checked disbelievingly.

"Now I know it's a long way off. But we all gotta start somewhere." Hershel said hopefully.

"Well I am glad that I have you at the start of this new civilisation." I joked earning a smile from him.

We ate the Spaghetti Os quickly before rushing to B block to check on the patients. After spending an hour with Dr S and Hershel chastising me for doing things wrong, I was with Carol cutting my hair.

"Can't you hold still?" Carol complained as I felt the thick scissors cut away with my hair.

"I am! Blame Judith." I grinned at the baby in my lap who was pulling and dribbling on my clothes.

"Blaming the baby, that's low." Carol tsked me.

"I'm not blaming you Judith am I?" I played with her feet as she made noises.

"Auntie Carol is just fussing isn't she?" I smiled at Judith who cooed.

"You better make me look like a supermodel." I demanded.

"I will give you nothing less." Carol said mockingly.

"Do you want it the same length as before?"

"No, keep it shoulder length this time." I thought for a minute. I think it was time for a new haircut, I was a different person, more confident so it was time to showcase that.

"It's been a while since I've been to a wedding. It'll be nice I think." Carol mused.

"First time I've ever been to one." I said quietly.

"Oh of course. You had a rough childhood I know." Carol realised sympathetically.

"Yeah you could call it that." I laughed incredulously.

"What are they like?" I turned my head to face Carol.

"Weddings? Oh they can be beautiful Pol. The venues are so elegant and decorated, the bride is always beautiful and the groom looks so happy. Food is always great too." Carol grinned.

"Well we may not have the best venue. But we got the best people and our bride and groom are very happy." I said smiling.

"That's true and maybe there's a chance for more than one couple to be happy." Carol raised an eyebrow before turning my head back around to finish cutting my hair.

"That would be something wouldn't it." I wondered hopefully.

"I just feel like I'm dishonouring Lori's memory." I said worriedly.

"No. I don't believe that." Carol said dismissively.

"I kissed Rick back on Hershel's farm when she was alive. I betrayed her trust then, how would it look if I told Rick my feelings now." I sighed.

"That man needs someone. His children need someone." Carol said firmly.

"Don't get me wrong I loved Lori. But thier marriage was already falling apart." Carol said.

"I love Judith and Carl, don't get me wrong I do. But I have no idea how to raise children. I have such a screwed up past that it would just end up fucking them up too." I looked at Judith who had nestled into my lap and her eyes were closing.

"don't you say that." Carol said sternly.

"You had a traumatic childhood. Then the damn apocalypse happened. I think you're handling it pretty well." She stated confidently.

"And I think Judith agrees." Carol peeked over my shoulder at the sleeping baby.

"As for Rick Grimes, losing a spouse is no easy experience. But I have no doubt that he likes you. So you kids need to get your shit in order and tell each other!" Carol exclaimed.

"There all done." She held the mirror in front of me as I looked at my newly cut hair which fell in waves.

"It's different." I said simply.

"And?" Carol prompted.

"And I like it." I smiled.

A dress. I was wearing a dress. I hated dresses. The concept of showing my legs just made me shudder. I looked at my bare legs which were toned from all the running and grueling exercise I had been doing to keep myself busy.

"Interesting." I looked at Michonne who was wearing a shirt.

"I hate it." I groaned looking at my appearance. it was a simple navy blue dress which flowed down to my knees, leaving the lower half of my legs exposed.

"Oh my you're wearing a shirt." I sniggered at Michonne who shot me a glare.

"Shut up."

"Do you have any tights to cover up?" I asked the warrior.

"Nope." Michonne stood her arms crossed over.

"Even if you had would you give it to me?"

"Nope."

"Thanks you're a real friend." I remarked.

It was such a mismatched outfit. But we couldn't be picky in the zombie apocalypse. I had my clunky black boots to match the dress, making me look odd. The only thing I approved of was Carol's hair cut job.

Karen had found some mascara. Old clunky mascara which would probably give us an eye infection. But we wore it anyway. I wanted to make an impression, on a certain someone. A certain someone I still wasn't sure I was going to tell. At least if I got rejected, I wanted to look good.

"Why aren't you wearing a dress?" I complained.

"There were no more." Michonne smiled mischievously.

"Come on they're startin' the ceremony soon." Michonne gestured.

Michonne and I left my cell, seeing how we appeared to be alone in C-block it meant everyone was ready for the ceremony we were holding in the courtyard.

"AH SHIT!" We both winced at the sound of the noise and looked upwards hearing a familiar voice.

"I got this. I'll meet you there." I nodded to Michonne who made her way out. I walked up the stairs to the second set of the cells and grinned as I heard more clattering sounds.

"Uh bride to be? You're about to be late for your own wedding!" I called out from in front of the cell.

"Quit yer yappin' and come help me!" The frustrated voice sounded out.

I walked in the cell apprehensively seeing Maggie struggle with zipping up the dress.

"Gained a few pounds?" I cocked an eyebrow at her as she glared at me through the mirror.

"Sorry, it's the closest size I could find." I apologised as I held the zipper together to close up the dress.

"Deep breath in Maggie." She inhaled as I follow zipped up the back of the dress, before exhaling.

"There." I smiled as she turned around.

"You look effortlessly beautiful." I complimented her as she rolled her eyes.

"Thanks it means a lot." She said genuinely.

"Wow I have never seen you in a dress!" Maggie exclaimed in wonder.

"Yeah don't get used to it." I chuckled.

"You look pretty though." She nudged me.

"You ready?" I asked her.

"I'm nervous." Maggie said as we walked out of her cell.

We made our way down the stairs and out of the dark shadows of C block. We walked in silence side by side down the corridors, just enjoying the atmosphere.

"Don't be nervous Maggie. You got this." I squeezed her hand.

"Thank y'all for doin' this. I mean that Pol." Maggie said earnestly as I smiled.

"Go on. Get in there Mrs Rhee."

We opened the doors to the cafeteria which were decorated in candles and flowers. We had lined chairs and benches for the guests to sit in the ceremony and they turned around when we entered. I quickly found my place beside Carl, Rick and Judith towards the front as Hershel led his daughter down the isle.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing the whole community sitting beside each other. I was watching the joining of my two good friends who promised to cherish and love each other.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today. In this fine prison-" Hershel began the official ceremony.

"Hey," Rick whispered down to my ear.

"Hey." I looked at him.

"Thank god you're not wearing that awful brown shirt." I sighed in relief seeing him in a dark blue one.

"What's wrong with my brown shirt?" Rick asked, his voice an octave higher.

"You wear it all the time." I defended.

"It's my favourite shirt." Rick exclaimed.

"You have zero fashion sense." I rolled my eyes.

"Says the girl wearing combat boots with a dress!"

"Shhh!" We turned beside us as Carol scolded us.

"You look nice though." Rick said a smile on his lips.

I shot him a grin which he returned as we turned out attention back to the ceremony.

"Do you Glenn take Maggie to be your wife? To love and cherish for all days? In sickness and in health?" Hershel asked the groom who couldn't take the smile off his face.

My heart swelled at the pure adoration on his face. Now there was a man who loved a woman. It was how I wished to be looked at. How any girl wants to be looked at.

"I do." Glenn said affirmative.

"And do you Maggie, promise to take Glenn to be your husband? In love and devotion? For better or for worse?" Hershel turned his attention to his daughter, as he teared up.

"I most certainly do." Maggie fought to keep the wide smile of her face.

"By the power invested in me, I name you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Hershel finished the ceremony.

Maggie grabbed the front of Glenn's shirt and pulled him towards her, kissing him as the ceremony erupted in cheers for the happy couple.

Later the wedding company had dispersed into a reception feast in the courtyard. Sasha and Karen claimed they had a special surprise for us but it would have to wait until after the food.

"I just wanna say thank y'all for coming and doing this for us, I couldn't have asked for a better group of people." Maggie spoke to us as he clapped her.

"But I wanna say a special thanks to a certain girl." Maggie's gaze fell on me as I blushed.

I could feel Rick and Carl's eyes on me as Judith fussed in my arms.

"Many of you know her as the one always pounding on that damn boxing bag." This earned Maggie a few chuckles from around the room.

"But the dedication and work she put in to plan this wedding is amazing. The decoration, the food, the clothes. Pol without you this wedding wouldn't have happened, Glenn and I will be eternally grateful." Maggie finished.

The rest of the prison applauded me. I felt honoured but embarrassed by the attention I was getting.

How worried me and Carol were that there wouldn't be enough food, enough beef, but it turned out to be more than enough with people even going back for seconds! The courtyard was lit with candles in glass jars, the ambience was so lively that we almost forgot about the flesh eating monsters outside of our gate.

"Everyone's got enough food here?" Carol came over to our little section.

"More than enough, my compliments to the chef." I winked at her as she smiled at me before walking off.

"I don't know how you pulled this off." Rick shook his head incredulously.

"Oh Grimes you should know by now to not underestimate me." I grinned at him.

Suddenly a melodic sound filled the air. It was faint to not attract outside noise but we in the courtyard could still hear it.

"Oh my God. Music, they're playing music out loud!" I looked around as the chatter became more excited. Couples were jumping up from their seats and clearing space. Space to dance.

The first on the dance floor where the happy couple, content in each others arms.

"I'm taking Judith to Daryl. Then I'm getting more food." Carl grinned at us before taking his leave with the baby.

"Wait I know that song!" I exclaimed humming the tune.

"La vie en rose. Edith Piaf." Rick mused.

"Wouldn't have thought it was your kind of music!" I looked at him in surprise.

"Oh come on everybody knows this." The corners of his lips upturned.

"I always thought this song was the perfect song to dance to." I mused out loud hoping Rick would get the hint.

"It is. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't ask you to-"

"Rick Grimes! Dance with me now." Carol commanded her friend. Rick looked at me helplessly.

"Go on." I smiled at him.

"Are you sure?" His blue eyes looked into my brown ones.

"Yeah go! Have fun. Don't break him Carol." I said nonchalantly as Carol dragged him off.

I looked around seeing most couples slow dancing together to the song. So close. I sighed watching Rick dance with Carol. It's not like I was jealous of Carol, she was my friend. I was jealous that I had almost got the opportunity to dance with Rick. But the wedding was fun, the company enjoyable.

"What are you doing sitting here by yourself? Up now!" I looked up at Sasha who had her arms on her hips.

"Yes ma'am." I saluted her as she gripped my hand dragging me into the centre of the courtyard.

"May I have this dance?" I looked at Sasha who was jokingly smiling.

"How could I refuse such an offer?" I laughed.

And so I danced with Sasha as we joked and giggled at the reactions of everyone else. I looked around for the one person I wanted to see. But he was gone.

"Have you seen Rick?" I asked her as we stopped swaying to the music.

"He left a little while ago I think." Sasha scanned the courtyard.

"Oh." My face fell. He promised me a dance, so why did he leave so early?

"You should go find him." She hinted.

"I could." I bit my lip nervously.

"You should." She corrected.

"I will." I said confidently.

"Atta girl. Let me know how it goes." She winked before walking towards Tyrese and Karen.

"Pol." I turned around to find Glenn with an arm outstretched.

I smiled at Glenn taking his hand and swaying around the courtyard with him.

"This wedding wouldn't have happened without you. It means a lot to us." Glenn said seriously.

"Well technically it wouldn't have happened without you." I shot back.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"If you hadn't found a dumbass in a tank, then that dumbass wouldn't have saved the helpless girl from the walkers and met you on the roof." I explained as Glenn's mouth formed a grin.

"True. So really I should thank myself." Glenn smirked.

"Oh so humble." I mocked.

"You and Maggie do make a great pair. She is however severely out of your league." I said dramatically.

"I know." Glenn looked over to where his wife was dancing with Hershel.

"I was kidding Glenn."I joked.

"Hurt her and I'll kill you." I said seriously as Glenn looked mortified.

"But I love you." I said sweetly.

"don't worry I'm not smart enough to do that." Glenn said reassuringly.

A number of dances took place, the details of which I won't bore you with.I left the ceremony quickly, ignoring the protects from Carol and the others back to C block. But there was no one there.

Not bothering to change out of my dress, turns out I didn't mind it so much especially since someone complimented me in it.

I picked up the rifle from my cell and walked towards the tower. I squinted upwards into the darkness and sure enough there was an outline of a dark figure. That had to be him. I unlocked the heavy door and ran my way up to the top seeing Rick leaning over the edge.

"Pol. If I had to guess." He said in the darkness, amusement laced in his voice.

"Perceptive." I joined him against the railing.

"Whatcha doing out here?" I asked feeling the wind against my face.

"Keepin' watch. You?" Rick asked.

"Looking for you." I said as Rick faced me looking confused.

"You promised me a dance, mister." I pointed an accusing finger at him. Rick's eyes widened in realisation.

"Damn it I can't believe I forgot. I'm so sorry." Rick said genuinely, rubbing a hand on his chin.

"Nah don't worry about it." I shrugged.

"So why are you looking for me?" He changed the question.

"Hold on I'm working up the courage to it." I chuckled feeling all too scared and nervous. Facing the Governor off and fighting the walkers was a lot easier than this!

"Rick, I'm in love with you." I said holding my breath. Rick whipped his head around in shock.

"What?"

"I'm in love with you. I just I can't help it and I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I love you." I smiled slightly.

"You do?" Rick asked shocked.

"Yeah. I do."

"Oh." Rick said dumbfounded as my face fell into a frown.

"Oh?" I asked in a whisper, an unsettling feeling coming over me.

"Have you got nothing else to say?" I asked. Maybe I was reading the vibes wrong between us, maybe it was unrequited.

"I mean I like you too Pol." Rick said thoughtfully.

"Like." I repeated.

"But it's just, it's not the best time. Lori passed not to long ago and everything with the Governor." Rick defended.

"Okay I get it." I picked the rifle not looking at Rick, not letting him see the tears prickling in my eyes.

"Pol," Rick said sympathetically as he caught my wrist with his fingers.

"Don't." I grounded out with my teeth. He released my wrist as I ran down the steps.

I walked briskly away from the tower, trying to get away from him. I wanted to be miles away from Rick Grimes at the moment. I was wrong. So wrong to think he felt even remotely the same.

The courtyard no longer held the charm of the wedding, the corridors no longer felt like hope. It was just cold grey steel and brick. Brick and steel.

I entered C block to find it empty, save for Daryl who was up in his perch.

"Pol." He said gruffly and noted my tears stained face. I walked up the stairs silently and sat beside him.

"You alright?" Daryl shifted uncomfortably.

"No." I replied simply.

"What happened?" Daryl probed. It wasn't his strong suit, comforting women. But I didn't need to say anything, he knew. He just knew.

We sat in silence for the rest of the night. Pondering on the events to come.

A/N: aww poor Pol! Rick why are you so emotionally unhinged? I feel like this is more of a realistic reaction for him, as opposed to him professing his love for her. I mean his Rick, it'll take him take to process his feelings and get over Lori. Next chapter is season 4!