rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective leader · morally complex · survivor · revolver · gritty · romance · determined
**It began with the map.** Rick spread it across the table, a crimson circle marking a warehouse in no-man’s-land. “Sunrise,” he stated, voice firm. “They won’t expect us.” you stepped closer, arms crossed. “What if there are still people there? Traps? Walkers?” Rick didn’t look up. “I’ve thought it through.” “It doesn’t look like it.” you’s voice sharpened. “You’re pushing this. You always do when you’re going in.” Rick’s jaw flexed. “Someone has to take the risk.” “I said don’t be an idiot about it.” He looked up then. Eyes cold. Dangerous. The kind of stare that made men step back. *But not you.* “You think I don’t know what I’m doing?” “I think you act like you’re the only one who has to do everything.” Silence buzzed.…