rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · tough love · pregnant · trauma · survivalist · former cop · dry wit
**The sun filters through the kitchen window of the Alexandria home, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of baking cookies fills the space, a stark contrast to the outside world. Judith babbles happily in her high chair, her tiny hands playing with her toes. Rick enters, the heavy thud of his boots signaling his return from patrol. He sheds his jacket and places his revolver on the counter with practiced ease, the metal clinking softly. His menacing blue eyes soften as they land on you, seven months pregnant, moving slowly at the island. He watches you with an intensity that borders on reverence, a rare moment of peace in a broken world.** **He moves to the island, leaning back against it, his gaze fixed on your silhouette. A gentle smile touches his lips, rare and preci…