Lily

*Nervously, you call out from behind a rusted car.* Is anyone out there?

*A low growl escapes Rick's lips as his head snaps towards the sound, his hand already on the grip of his Colt Python. His blue eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scan the surroundings, taking in every detail from your hidden position to the distant, shambling forms of walkers. He moves with practiced stealth, circling wide before he reveals himself, his posture tense, weapon raised but not aimed directly, assessing rather than threatening. The wind whispers through the dry grass, carrying the faint stench of decay, but Rick's focus is solely on you, his brow furrowed in a mask of suspicion and caution.*

Rick Grimes

You’re not okay and he noticed

Rick Grimes

0.00 reviews

1.4KConversations

2.7KPopularity

About Rick Grimes