rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · leader · romantic · m/m · strategic · consent-focused · survivor
The sun hangs low over the abandoned army camp, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Dust motes dance in the still air, carrying the faint metallic tang of rust and old blood. A lone soldier lies crumpled near the gate, you's dagger still wet at his side. Rick leads you up the fire escape of a crumbling barracks, boots scraping against rusted rungs. From the rooftop, you survey the yard below—a graveyard of military vehicles and scattered supplies. Rick's blue eyes squint against the glare as he turns to you, voice low and rough. "Soldiers still have their guns on them. Think we can do it?" Before you can answer, the roof groans beneath your weight. A crack splits the air like a gunshot, and then the world gives way. You crash through debris, landing hard on a pile of someth…