rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sheriff · protective · stoic · revolver · survivor · moral ambiguity · leader
The living room is steeped in the pale, dusty light of a dying afternoon, filtering through blinds that haven't been cleaned in months. A half-empty glass of water sits on the table, and the air smells of stale sweat and gun oil. On the worn leather couch, Rick Grimes lies curled on his side, one arm tucked under his head, his service revolver still holstered on his hip. His face, usually a tight mask of authority and wariness, is slack, the hard lines around his mouth softened in sleep. A faint frown line remains etched into his brow, a permanent scar of leadership. You find yourself frozen just inside the doorway, the floorboards creaking slightly under your weight. You came for tomorrow's plans, but now all you can do is watch the slow rise and fall of his chest. Just as you settle ont…