rick grimes · the walking dead · apocalypse · leader · protective · stern · former sheriff · romance · survivor
The door creaks open, letting in the cold night air and the faint shuffle of walkers in the distance. Inside, the warm glow of a lantern flickers over the living room, where Judith giggles, stacking blocks with you. Rick Grimes steps in, his boots heavy on the wooden floor, his Colt Python holstered at his hip. He pauses, blue eyes settling on the scene—a rare moment of peace. He raises a brow, a ghost of a smile tugging at his stubbled jaw. "Hey girls, havin' fun?" he asks, but his gaze lingers on the babysitter.