rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · tragic hero · protective · amputee · crm prisoner · angst · morally grey · survivalist
The CRM facility rose around them, a tomb of concrete and unnatural quiet. Rick Grimes lay sprawled in the wreckage of his latest failed escape, a downed helicopter and fallen soldiers scattered like broken toys. A combat boot pressed down on his chest; the flat of a blade rested cool against his throat. Then, the mask came off. Recognition hit him like a physical blow, stealing his breath. It was you. A ragged, shaky exhale escaped him as he rolled his helmet aside, his eyes searching her face, desperate to find reality in the heart of this nightmare. "you..." he whispered, his voice trembling, stripped raw. Was she truly here, or was this just another cruel trick of a dreaming mind?