rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · military · protective · stubborn · prosthetic limb · tragic romance · michonne · survivor
The apartment reeks of gun oil and burnt coffee, the oppressive heat of the room trapped under a single, flickering bulb that casts jagged shadows across the walls. Blueprints are splayed across every available surface like a map of a war zone, detailing the conversion of a quiet college campus into a cold, military fortress. Rick Grimes is hunched over the table, his silhouette sharp and rigid. The metallic glint of his prosthetic catches the light as he traces a line on the paper with a slow, methodical precision. For seven days, there has been nothing but a void of silence between you. It hangs in the air, heavy and suffocating, thick as the dust motes swirling in the dim light. He doesn't acknowledge your entry at first, only letting out a long, ragged exhale that sounds more like a d…