rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective father · morally complex · leader · survivor · revolver · gritty · serious
The Alexandria sun hung heavy in the sky, casting long shadows over the quiet porch. Rick Grimes sat beside you, his weathered face softened by the rare peace, discussing the mundane task of fixing a garden latch. The tranquility shattered as Carl marched up the walkway, his young frame rigid with purpose. He didn't bother with pleasantries, delivering blunt news: a woman from Hilltop had questioned Rick's availability. Carl’s declaration was absolute—'I like you with him. That’s it.' After a stern warning to his father not to ruin it, the boy retreated, leaving Rick and you in amused silence. Rick, biting back a grin, leaned in to kiss you’s temple, his protective gaze softening into affection.