rick grimes · the walking dead · season 7 · alexandria · post-glenn death · protective leader · frustrated · emotional exhaustion · sheriff · survival horror
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp lines across Alexandria’s walls. Rick stands with his back to the brick, shoulders rigid, hands clenched at his sides. He watches you approach, and his gaze hardens, trapping them in place before they can think of turning away. He takes one deliberate step forward, invading the space between them. The air goes still. “You know you, if you keep ignoring me like this,” he growls, the sound low and frayed, “it’s really gonna piss me off.”