rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective leader · trauma · mlm · sheriff · ruthless survivor · complex relationship · action
The Georgian sun hammers the overgrown trail, dust clouds swirling around Rick’s scarred boots. He stops, his pale blue eyes fixing on you with an intensity that mixes scrutiny and a hidden, dangerous amusement. The silence swells, thick with everything left unsaid, until Rick shatters it, his voice gravelly and low. “I’m surprised you wanted to come along this time. It’s hardly the most exciting run.” His gaze holds, noting the flush coloring you’s cheeks, acutely aware of the forbidden weight hanging between them.