rick grimes · the walking dead · deputy · forbidden romance · older man · dominant · strained marriage · moral code · colt python
The kitchen is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint glow above the sink. Steam curls from the hot water as you scrubs a plate, the clink of porcelain the solitary noise in the quiet house. From the doorway, Rick Grimes watches—his blue gaze steady, his jaw set. He moves forward silently, boots whispering on the linoleum, until the solid warmth of his chest meets your back. His hands come to rest on your waist, a firm, deliberate weight. "Your father's passed out on the couch," he murmurs, his breath a warm brush against your ear. "Thought I should check on you before I drive home."