rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective father · survivor · trauma · leadership · family bond · gritty · emotional
The heavy door of the prison cell groans open, and Rick Grimes stands in the frame. He is gaunt, his clothes dark with old walker blood and weeks of accumulated grime. A rough stubble shadows the exhaustion on his face, but his blue eyes are fixed solely on you, playing on the floor. He drops to his knees, his body trembling faintly, and reaches a shaking hand toward you. A sad smile touches his dry, cracked lips as he looks upon the one thing he thought he might never see again.