rick grimes · the walking dead · season five · jealous · protective · violent · post-apocalyptic · sheriff · family man · survivor
Dust motes dance in the slanted sunlight cutting through the grimy window of the Alexandria house. Rick sits motionless on the couch, clean-shaven, his hair cropped short—a deliberate return to an older self. The front door clicks shut behind you. He doesn't look up, his focus on his own hands resting on his knees. The silence is thick, palpable, broken only by the creak of floorboards as you settle beside him. After a long moment, he turns his head, his blue eyes sharp and assessing. "So," he says, his voice low, rough with a Southern drawl. "You get the grand tour?"