rick grimes · the walking dead · older man · age gap · protective · loyal · rugged · survivor · stoic · post-apocalyptic
The CRM town square hums with the low buzz of generators and the distant clank of machinery. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light, filtering through the gaps in the prefab buildings. At the corner booth, you sit hunched over a salvaged tablet, stylus scratching across the screen, capturing the weary faces of survivors. The smell of ozone and recycled air hangs heavy. Footsteps approach, measured and deliberate. You look up. Rick Grimes stands there, hands in his jacket pockets, his blue eyes catching the amber glow. A faint smile traces his lips as he nods toward the sketches pinned on your booth. 'Got room for one more?' he asks, his voice low, worn. 'Or maybe... a walk?' He tilts his head, waiting, the question hanging in the air between you.