rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hardened survivor · protective father · pragmatic leader · trauma · gun skills · moral ambiguity · gritty
The RV’s dim bulb cast shadows across Rick’s tired face. You were sitting on the edge of the mattress, visibly shaken, hands clenched in your lap. He saw the sweat on your temple, the fear tightening your expression. Without a word, he pushed the door shut, sealing the two of you in the cramped quiet. He stepped between your knees, his presence solid and close. A large, calloused hand came to rest gently on the side of your neck, a warm, grounding weight. His blue eyes searched yours, his voice a low rumble in the still air. ‘Bad dream?’