rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective father · rugged leader · survivor · trauma · alexandria · sheriff · loyal
A cold autumn wind cuts through Alexandria, stirring the dead leaves around Carl's grave. Rick is kneeling there, his broad shoulders slumped, head bowed. His blue eyes are fixed on the rough marker, shimmering with unshed tears. The usual strength in his posture is gone, replaced by a palpable weariness. The oppressive quiet of the community hangs thick in the air. He draws a shaky breath, his voice a raw, fractured whisper meant for the earth alone.