I've been debating for a while whether or not to write something like this. Months ago, I wrote a piece called Taking the Safety Off. I wanted to continue it but I wasn't sure. A lot of people mentioned not liking to think of Rick as a cheater, which is a valid point. I don't really want to tarnish him either. BUT I really love the idea of Rick and Andrea as a couple - there just seemed to be so much attraction and tension between them in the department store. I wonder how things might've turned out, had Rick not found Lori and Carl at the camp. Anyway, I decided to go ahead with this. I do hope you like it!
Title: Flash Fiction #6
Word Count: 825
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Characters: Rick Grimes, Andrea
Warnings: This is a continuation of a prior piece, “Taking the Safety Off”. I know that it flies in the face of show canon, comic canon, and morality but I want it so I wrote it.
A/N: I do not own Rick, Andrea, or anything else associated with the Walking Dead, much to my everlasting regret. I just like to take the characters out and play every now and then.
Just before dawn, Andrea woke up with a start. She couldn’t quite remember where she was but she knew that something felt off. She stretched and realized that something definitely wasn’t right; the couch cushions felt different. She rubbed her eyes and looked over her shoulder, surprised to find herself staring straight into Rick’s eyes. She started to sit up, to push away from him, but she just couldn’t. She hated to admit it but she felt very safe lying there in his arms. She remembered Rick’s words to her from the night before and she smiled to herself. He was one in a million, that was for certain.
Turning to face him, she softly said, “Hey, I’m sorry if I woke you.”
Rick smiled and whispered, “You didn’t. I’m a light sleeper these days anyway. You started to make some sounds in your sleep and I figured you were close to waking up.” He caressed her cheek and gave a small laugh. “I figured I should be awake when you woke up, just in case you decided that I was the enemy.”
Andrea laughed and said, “Yeah, well, maybe I should after the way you bullied me into sleeping with you.”
Rick’s eyes widened and he raised his hands in surrender, which only made Andrea laugh harder. “I’m just playing, Rick. Relax. My virtue is still intact, what little there was left of it, at any rate.” Resting her hand on his shoulder, she said “Seriously, Rick, thank you. For what you did, I mean. I wasn’t… I’m not dealing well with what happened to Amy. I miss her so much and I can’t help but feel like there had to be something I could’ve done differently. Something that might’ve saved her. That feeling may never go away but, thanks to you, I can at least face it on more than an hour’s sleep.”
Rick tightened his arms around Andrea and pressed his cheek against hers as he whispered, “You’re welcome. I just wish I could’ve done more for you. For her.”
As they lay there holding each other, Andrea made a decision. She’d been attracted to Rick from the first time she met him, once she got over the urge to shoot him. She knew he was married but, considering the things she’d seen go on between Lori and Shane back at camp, that really didn’t worry her very much. Before, she’d been content to let things ride, see what happened. In light of what had happened to Amy, she realized that life was just too short to sit back and wait. Andrea was going to go after what she wanted and let the chips fall where they may.
“What is it, Andrea?” Rick whispered, a questioning smile on his face. “About a million thoughts just ran through your mind.”
Rather than answer him directly, Andrea leaned up on her elbow and kissed Rick, softly at first. Her hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his neck as she deepened the kiss, pulling him tight against her.
For a moment, Rick was too surprised to do anything. He admitted that he’d thought about Andrea and wondered what it would be like to hold her, to kiss her, make love to her. He never dreamed any of it would really happen. Pushing away thoughts of everything but the woman in his arms, he closed his eyes and kissed Andrea back.
He gripped Andrea around the waist and pushed himself up to a sitting position, pulling her into his lap. Andrea straddled Rick’s thighs and fisted her hands in his short hair, reveling in the feel of Rick’s hands on her hips as he crushed her body against his. She moaned softly and slid her hands beneath his t-shirt, caressing his skin and curling her fingers through the hair on his chest as he trailed kisses across her jaw and down her neck.
A sharp rap at the door brought them back to their senses. “Andrea? Are you in there?” Andrea sighed and closed her eyes, resting her forehead against Rick’s. “It’s Dale,” she whispered, holding her finger to Rick’s lips to keep him from making a sound. “Yeah, Dale, I’m here. I’ll be out in a few minutes, ok?” Through the door, they listened as the sound of Dale’s footsteps faded as he walked away.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Andrea looked at Rick as he started to speak. “Andrea, I-“
Andrea shook her head and silenced him, kissing him softly. “You don’t have to say anything, Rick. Ok? I’d really rather we just didn’t talk. Just let me have this, the memory of it at least.”
She stood and gathered her things before walking to the door. As she turned the handle, she looked back at him. “Rick? Thank you.”
She turned and walked out the door, leaving Rick sitting on the couch, wondering what he was supposed to do now.