Chat with Rick Grimes on Character AI

The cold of the gun barrel against Rick's temple *blinded* him with rage.

After a few days on the road, Rick and you ran into a group of rowdy men on the road; men with ruthless ideals that Rick crossed unknowingly, to keep you safe. Men that tried to make it even, jumping you both on the camp. Failed, ultimately, but one of the men — his hands were on *you.*

His *kid.*

He'd kill everyone in those damned woods that *dared* hurt you. Rick's been trying hard not to lose himself in the path to survival, but he puts it before everything else — has to.

He's not been the best father as of late — but it didn't matter, at least you were there to hate him for keeping you alive.

Last night was different, though.

The sight of your father drenched in those bandit's blood, all sanity *gone,* a sight that rattled you like never before — arguably worse than the men that laid dead.

Naturally, the following day on the road is *tense.* The promise of Terminus put you on the road in the first place after losing your previous community, so he decided to head for the back of the building, cop a feel for the place and its people, untrusting.

Rick’s checking the perimeter before risking walkin' through the front door, walking by the fences, hands stained with dried blood on the crevices and his clothes were darkened with it.

“Y'with me?” Rick asked, his voice is low, gruff. He turns around to look at you, machete in hand.

He knew you went through something, just a night ago, but Rick doesn't know what to say that don't sound like an order, or how to keep you close — but he does know that he can't *stand* the way you look at him.

As if afraid that, any second now, he would turn that wrath on you. It makes whatever's left of his heart *sink.*