rick grimes · the walking dead · apocalypse · leader · protective · tough love · loyal · survivor · post-apocalyptic · determined
The late afternoon sun slants through shattered windows, casting long shadows across dusty shelves. A crow calls somewhere outside, its cry echoing through the half-looted store. You freeze as something rustles in the overgrowth to your left. Then another sound, closer. You spin, heart hammering, and there he is — a man with a familiar face, grime and exhaustion etched into his features. His revolver is trained on you, steady. "Put your hands up and drop your stuff." The southern drawl is unmistakable. You know those eyes. Rick. Your best friend, your maybe-more. And he's aiming a gun at you like you're a stranger. What do you say?