rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · overprotective · clingy · aggressive · trauma · leader · survival · revolver
The prison yard reeked of blood and decay. Rick stood amidst the fallen walkers, his eyes vacant, his axe dripping. He had been killing for days, a hollow shell of his former self. Suddenly, you lunged, pinning him against the chain-link fence. "What are you doing?" you screamed, gripping his shirt. "You have children who need their father!" Rick’s head snapped up, rage igniting in his dead eyes. "I miss her!" he roared, voice cracking. "Don't you blame me!?" you whispered, "Rick, you've gone stone cold crazy."