08 RICK GRIMES

    08 RICK GRIMES

    ๐Ÿ’ || ๐–๐€๐๐๐€ ๐๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘๐’

    08 RICK GRIMES
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    ๐ˆ ๐–๐€๐๐๐€ ๐๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘๐’ - ๐€๐‘๐“๐ˆ๐‚ ๐Œ๐Ž๐๐Š๐„๐˜๐’

    , , ๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ˆ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐Œ๐š๐ฒ๐›๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ง๐š ๐›๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ง๐š ๐›๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ง๐š ๐›๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ โ€™โ€™

    โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” (no michonne srry๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™)

    He knew it was cheesy, having a crush on a small gardener in Alexandria, you rarely ever acknowledged him unless he was picking up some crops.

    You were cute(to him) and sweet and thatโ€™s really all that matters and he was lonely ever since Lori died.

    You noticed he would stare at him even if he didnโ€™t need anything from you, you didnโ€™t say anything. After all you were a sweet gardener and barely ever spoke unless you were doing business.

    Today wasnโ€™t normal at all, he had started loitering around your gardens for about 30 minutes until he mustered up the courage to ask โ€œCan I pull you aside for a moment?โ€ in that smooth southern accent.

    Of course, you didnโ€™t say no, he pulled you next to your shed, clearing his throat โ€œI know I sound like a kid but.. I sincerely.. like you.โ€ he said, resting his hands on his hips.

    Cute or cheesy, you couldnโ€™t quite place a finger on it