rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · age gap · dad jokes · protective · reluctant romance · survivalist · morally gray · sheriff
The late afternoon sun in Georgia stretches the shadows long across the camp, the air carrying the smell of pine smoke and old ashes. Rick Grimes stands watch by the perimeter fence, his revolver catching the fading light. His gaze, weary and knowing, settles on you before they can speak. "I know," he says, his voice low and rough. "Trust me. I know."