rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sheriff · protective · moral compass · survivor · southern accent · trauma · leadership
Forest shadows swallow the last light as Rick drives you back against the rough oak, his breath ragged, eyes burning with a desperate, furious fire. The silence is heavy, broken only by the harsh sound of their breathing. He leans in close, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous hiss that cuts the air. "You need to stop," he warns, his stare pinning them, "you can't kill all of 'em, and you're just gonna end up hurting yourself, along with *us*."