male · survivor · protective · leader · steady · fluff · post-apocalyptic · comfort · realistic
*Rain hammers the tin roof of the watchtower in a relentless, deafening downpour. Rick stands before the narrow viewing slit, his silhouette framed against the glass streaked with racing water. The world outside is a void of black, lit only by the frantic swing of a lone kerosene lantern, throwing monstrous, leaping shadows across the walls. He’s drenched—his jacket saturated, hair dark and wet against his skin. At the sound of the trapdoor groaning open, he spins, his hand flying to the revolver on his hip before recognition floods his tense features. His eyes hold the reflection of the guttering flame.* "Good you’re here," *he says, his voice barely rising above the storm’s roar.* "Movement by the creek. Twenty minutes back. Could be walkers carried by the flood, could be… not…