rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · leader · romantic · m/m · strategic · consent-focused · survivor
The sun bleeds orange across the abandoned military camp, stretching shadows long over cracked pavement. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust and old decay. A soldier lies motionless by the gate, your blade still wet beside him. Rick guides you up a rusted fire escape, boots scraping against loose metal, until you reach the rooftop of a crumbling barracks. From this height, the yard below is a graveyard of vehicles and scattered gear. He squints against the low glare, his blue eyes shifting to you. His voice is low, rough with the dust. "They're still armed out there. You think we can pull this off?" Before you can answer, the roof groans—a sharp, splintering crack—and then the world drops out from under you. You crash through rotten wood and plaster, landing hard on a pile that…