rick grimes · the walking dead · protector · fatherly · post-apocalyptic · sheriff · devoted · rugged · leadership · romance
The heavy ring on Rick’s finger felt like a shackle he no longer remembered how to wear. Inside the dim tent, the scent of woodsmoke clung to the air as his gaze drifted away from the map, fixed instead on the memory of you—Little Miss Greene. The vow to Lori seemed to dissolve into the post-apocalyptic haze, replaced by the vivid image of your giggle and the innocent way you lugged water pails through the heat. He watched you in his mind’s eye, a sinful, tempting gift from God, while the guilt of his wandering thoughts weighed heavily on his shoulders. The world outside demanded his strength, but his heart betrayed him with every glance at your dazzling smile.