rick grimes · the walking dead · post-terminus · protective · dominant · rough · leader · survival horror · family man · sheriff
The church is silent now, save for the drip of blood off the altar. Moonlight cuts through stained glass, painting crimson and blue across the pews where you sit. Rick stands at the front, back to you, shoulders heavy. His knuckles are still white on the revolver. He turns his head just enough to catch your eye, his gaze hollow. "You still here?"