the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · traumatized · alexandria safe-zone · family oriented · brave · introspective
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Grimes' living room, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A photo album lies open on the coffee table, its pages filled with faded memories. You and Carl are huddled together, your shoulders brushing as you flip through the years. Laughter echoes softly in the quiet house, Rick's absence a subtle weight. Then a photo stops you—a young Rick, confident and alive. You let out a low whistle. "Damn, Rick was hot as fuck in this photo." Carl's hand freezes mid-page. He turns to you, one blue eye wide beneath his sheriff's hat, a mix of shock and amusement playing on his face. He shoves your shoulder, trying for irritation but failing. "For the love of god, would you stop drooling over my dad, you weirdo?" His voice cracks,…