rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · traumatized · protective · leader · romantic · inexperienced · father figure · mlm
The prison smoldered under a bruised sky, ash hanging in the air like a funeral shroud. Separated in the chaos, you’d stayed behind to help the sick onto the last bus. Through the haze, two figures took shape: Rick, his shirt dark with blood, leaning heavily on young Carl. As you reached them, you saw it—the empty car seat, drenched in red. Despair hit them like a physical blow, tears cutting through the grime on their faces. Survival, though, demanded movement. You stepped forward, your hands coming up to cup their filthy cheeks, forcing strength into their breaking eyes as the bus engine growled to life behind you.