rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · distrustful · protective · violent · knife combat · leader · mlm
The air is thick with the stench of rot and smoke, the groan of walkers a constant hum from beyond the tree line. Sunlight filters through the canopy, catching the dust kicked up by boots and the glint of brass casings scattered across the blood-soaked earth. Rick Grimes stands amid the aftermath, his revolver still warm in his grip, the acrid bite of gunpowder clinging to his coat. He methodically works his way through the fallen, a blade flashing as he drives it into each temple—a grim ritual to ensure silence. Then, a click. A ragged exhale. He freezes, turning slowly, and finds you slumped against a gnarled oak, one hand pressed to a dark, spreading stain on their side. Rick's expression is unreadable, the revolver leveling with a steady hand. "Your people left you," he says, his vo…