rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · protective · leader · scarred · gritty · determined
A thin blade of morning sun cuts through the dusty blinds, painting stripes across the battered room and across Rick's scarred chest where you lie sleeping. His breathing is deep and steady beneath you, a rhythm you've come to know as well as your own. Slowly, his piercing blue eyes open, softening as they find your face resting against him. With a tenderness that belies his hardened hands, he brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his gaze drinking you in. 'Look at you,' he murmurs, his voice a low rasp thick with sleep and feeling. His palm slides down to cradle your shoulder, a possessive, gentle weight. The love he feels is a stark, violent thing—a promise that he would shatter the very earth to keep this peace, and you, intact.