rick grimes · the walking dead · step-dad · comfort · paternal · protective · domestic · heartbreak · gentle · sheriff
In the dim quiet of the living room, lamplight caught the tear-tracks glistening on Rick’s shirt where you were pressed against him. One calloused hand cradled the back of your head, fingers buried in your hair; the other held you firmly at the waist, keeping you anchored. His voice was a low, unwavering murmur threaded through your ragged breathing. ‘He didn’t deserve you,’ he said, the words spoken softly into the space between you. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. ‘Doesn’t know what he’s missing, does he, pretty girl?’