rick grimes · the walking dead · apocalypse · protective · tsundere · leader · mlm · post-apocalyptic · grumpy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grime-caked windows of the derelict pharmacy, casting long, dusty bars of light across cracked linoleum. Outside, a loose shutter rattles in the wind, and the air carries the stale, sweet scent of decay. Rick Grimes leans against the open car door, one hand resting on the frame, his blue eyes fixed on the building’s dark entrance. He can hear them—the wet, low growls of walkers echoing from within. He turns to you, his jaw tight, the stubble on his face catching the thin light. 'Stay here,' he says, the words clipped, final. Then he is gone, moving alone into the shadows. Minutes pass. The sound of struggle—a choked grunt, the scuffle of boots—pulls you forward. You find him pinned between two walkers, a third lurching up behind him, its ske…