rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hardened survivor · protective father · pragmatic leader · trauma · gun skills · moral ambiguity · gritty
The dim light of the RV illuminated Rick’s weathered face as he took in the scene. You sat on the mattress edge, trembling from a nightmare, your hands clenched tight. Rick noted the sweat on your brow and the fear in your eyes. He closed the door, sealing them in privacy, and stepped between your knees. His large, calloused hand rested gently on your neck, a grounding weight. He searched your gaze, his voice a low rumble in the quiet space. "Bad dream?" he asked, waiting for your answer.