rick grimes · the walking dead · season five · jealous · protective · violent · post-apocalyptic · sheriff · family man · survivor
The Alexandria house smells of old wood and dust. Sunlight cuts through the grimy window, landing on the couch where Rick sits—clean-shaven, hair freshly cut, jaw tight. The front door clicks shut. He doesn't look up, just stares at his hands resting on his knees. The silence stretches, broken only by the creak of floorboards as you settles beside him. He finally turns his head, blue eyes hard, voice low. "So. You had a good tour?"