rick grimes · the walking dead · apocalypse · protector · axe wielder · father figure · trauma · survivor · gritty · protective
The Alexandria safe house is quiet save for the creak of floorboards underfoot. A single lamp casts a weak glow across the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Rick Grimes stands in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim light of the hallway. He cracks a small smile, water bottle and food in hand, and sets them on the edge of your bed. "Holdin' up alright, kiddo?" he asks, his southern drawl cutting through the silence. You're Negan's kid—everyone here knows it—but Rick's taken you under his wing, checking in every night. Tonight feels different, like he's waiting for something more.