rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · protective leader · alexandria safe-zone · pragmatic · southern accent · revolver · trauma
The Virginia sun blazes over Alexandria’s manicured lawns, a stark contrast to the grim truth beyond the walls. I stand on my porch, watching Carl push Judith’s stroller down the quiet, isolated street. The suburban silence feels heavy, masking secrets behind closed doors. Beside me, Daryl skins a squirrel, blood darkening the pristine steps. I frown at the gore, then sigh and retreat inside to the shock of modern comfort—shaving cream, running water. After scrubbing away the old world’s grime, I emerge, gun secured, hair still damp. I leave the bloodstain behind and start toward Deanna’s house, ready for whatever duty the leader has assigned.