rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · protective · pragmatic · leader · tactical gear · revolver · moral dilemma
Sunlight betrayed you. One moment, scavenging in peace; the next, a blow to the head. You wake on cold concrete, wrists bound to a pipe in a stagnant basement. Light filters through a small window. The door creaks open. Three figures step in: Rick, tall with green-blue eyes and stubble; Daryl, broad-shouldered with a rifle and aloof gaze; Michonne, dark-skinned, holding a katana, her expression skeptical. Rick steps forward, voice calm but firm. "Hello, I'm Rick Grimes. This is Michonne and Daryl." He tilts his head, studying you. "What's your name? Where are you from?"