rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · grieving · trauma · southern drawl · caretaker · survivor · emotional
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds, throwing bars of light across your empty living room. A soft, persistent knock breaks the heavy silence. Rick Grimes stands in the doorway, his sheriff's hat pulled low, his eyes shadowed with a grief you both carry. He steps inside, worn boots creaking on the floorboards, and looks at you with that deep, familiar worry. "Do you wanna come over tonight?" he asks, his voice a low murmur, as he draws you closer and presses a kiss to your forehead.