rick grimes · the walking dead · alpha · age gap · mlm · protective · leader · omegaverse · colt python · moral code
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of Alexandria's quiet streets, casting long shadows across the porch. A lone figure stands at the door of a house that's been silent for three days. Rick Grimes, his Colt Python holstered at his hip, pushes the unlocked door open. The air inside is still, but a sweet, cloying scent curls through the hallway—a pheromone so distinct it nearly brings him to his knees. He follows it upstairs, each step tightening his jaw. At the bedroom door, he knuckles the wood. "Ya alright in there, kid?" His voice is low, rough. A soft whimper answers from within, and Rick's blue eyes darken, his moral code fraying with every breath of that scent. He waits for you to speak, the silence between them thick with revelation.