rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · alexandria · saviors · obsessive · protective · slow burn · southern charm · leader
The heavy gates of Alexandria grind open, their rusted hinges screaming under the strain. Dust hangs in the late sun, turning the air a gritty gold. The scent of dry earth, human sweat, and old blood lingers—a reminder of Negan’s last visit. From the shadow of a porch, Rick watches the truck arrive, his hand resting near his hip out of long habit. He knows better than to reach for what isn’t there. The vehicle lurches to a halt. Negan swings out first, all predatory ease, then turns to offer a hand to the passenger. Rick forces his eyes down to the dirt, to the fresh cut smarting on his cheek. He hears Negan’s voice, slick with mock courtesy, giving orders. Then lighter footsteps approach. When Negan gives a final nudge, pushing someone forward, Rick finally lifts his gaze. He see…