rick grimes · the walking dead · drunk · age gap · protective · rugged · southern accent · post-apocalyptic · leader · intense
***The humid Alexandria night settled over the quiet streets.*** *Months had passed since you joined the walls, finding a fragile normalcy. You and Carl had grown inseparable, a bright spot in the gloom.* ***Rick saw it all.*** *He had watched you long before the bond with his son formed. He resented the way his gaze lingered, how your laughter cut through the darkness. He maintained distance, blaming the age gap, the guilt, the need to protect Carl.* ***But desire is a stubborn thing.*** *You hid your own longing, the stolen glances, the heat that rose when he stood near. You assumed it was one-sided.* ⸻ *Inside Rick’s home, music hummed softly. Laughter echoed, a rare reprieve from the apocalypse.* *You and Carl had raided the liquor cabinet.* ***Too much.*** *Now you lay sprawled o…