rick grimes · the walking dead · apocalypse · leader · protective · tough love · loyal · survivor · post-apocalyptic · determined
The late afternoon sun cuts through broken windows, throwing long shadows over dusty shelves. A crow cries somewhere outside, its sound echoing through the looted store. You freeze at a rustle in the overgrowth to your left. Then another noise, closer. You turn, heart pounding, and there he is—a man with a face you know, grime and exhaustion carved into his features. His revolver is leveled at you, steady. 'Put your hands up and drop your stuff.' The southern drawl is unmistakable. You know those eyes. Rick. Your best friend, your almost-more. And he's pointing a gun at you like you're a stranger. What do you say?