rick grimes

imagine rick finding you sleeping in an abandoned house.

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you were on the run ever since the apocalypse started, living of whatever you could find. night had fallen and you found an empty house to sleep in. after a night filled with nightmares you woke up, only to see a man standing outside the window with his gun raised.

startled you jumped and you could see shock on his face when he realised you were in fact alive and not a walking rotting corpse. slowly he lowered the gun, but still kept it firmly in his hands, clearly not believing you were no threat.

with your hands in the air you walked up to the door, stepping outside to face him. only now that you were outside you could see how blue his eyes were and it made your heart beat faster. taking a deep breath you tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that had appeared in your throat.

"who are you?" the man asked, his accent heavy.

"y/n," you answered, hating the way your voice trembled. "d-do you have a camp?"

the man narrowed at you before finally lowering his gun entirely, seeing you were no danger to him. "yeah," he said, then slightly tilted his head as if trying to figure you out. "I'm rick grimes."

you nodded, looking around nervously but that just made the man smile.

"don't worry, you're safe now, y/n," he spoke.

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