The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Rick Grimes] Spoilt Brat

PROMPT:
You and Spencer are together and happy but when Rick wants something, he gets it. That just so happens to be you.

You woke up with a sore head. A headache rang through your skull and rocked around. You cradled yourself, turning to see Spencer. Who lie next to you, stirring in his sleep. Or at least you thought he was asleep. You were pleasantly surprised to see him awaken, with a goofy look on his face and a crazy grin spread across it.
"What're you smiling about?" You asked him, stretching your arms. He too stretched but not before replying to you with a sleepy: "you."
"Me?" You asked, laying back down against the pillows on his bed.
"Yes you. Can't a man look down at the beautiful women he has in his bed and grin? Grin to say he's the luckiest man in the world?"
You punched him lightly and gently on the arm, then turned to crawl out of bed.
"You're so full of shit." You said, grinning wildly.
You pulled down your pyjama shorts and pulled up some jeans and swapped your tank top for a baseball tee.
"You're making breakfast." You called over at him. He exhaled, still smiling.
"Okay."

The rest of the morning went as it usually did with Spencer. Wake up, eat breakfast, spend a matter of time hugging or having irrelevant conversation about something completely mad. You didn't know what on earth he saw in you.  When you arrived at Alexandria you were broken. You were a survivor that had done bad things to survive and had bad things happen to her. Him and his family took you in and you became whole again.
You wouldn't say you loved Spencer but you had a lot of gratitude towards him. He'd done a lot for you and you would always be grateful for that.

When you left the house that morning he stayed inside to talk with his mother and work on some things. You didn't object that. He did what he needed to do during the day and you did what you needed to do. After that, you met upstairs in his bedroom, went to sleep and repeated the whole thing again and again. Some part of you hated the routine. You just felt like a zombie, roaming around endlessly without a point.

On your way over to the wall you picked up a rifle at the armory and climbed to the top of the wall at the lookout. As you got up there, you noticed someone else stood there. Rick Grimes.
He'd waltzed into Alexandria and the second he stepped foot into the place things started changing. Alexandria got stronger. You noticed a fellow survivor and you noticed the bravery in him that you hadn't had in yourself.
"I'll take watch." You told him, climbing up the ladder. He took a long look at you up and down before shaking his head.
"Nah- I got it."

You tilted your head, steadying your footing and gazing over the wall.
What could you say to that?
"All due respect, Rick, standing guard is the only time I actually feel like I'm doing something, so could you uh-"
He shrugged.
"I never said you had to leave. I just said I wasn't."
You smirked. "Seems like a bit of a waste, since you could probably be doing something more useful."
He stared at you with cold light blue eyes.
"What?" You asked, breaking the silence.
"Nothing." He quickly replied. Repositioning his gun and staring through the scope.

You two spend a few hours or so like that before the sun scorched your shoulders and you leaned back against the wall.
You decided he wasn't going anywhere and having both of you up there was a waste. So you began climbing down the ladder.
"Where are you going?" He asked, peering down at you as you descended the ladder.
"I'm going to go serve my purposes elsewhere." Maybe he wasn't use to someone standing up to him because everyone in Alexandria was shocked to see a real survivor. You weren't though. Game recognises game.
You were too far down the ladder to hear what he yelled back and to be frank you didn't really care. Your feet landed on the ground and you made your way over to the infirmary, checking in there. Nobody seemed to be guarding it so you sat down and did that for most of the day.