Alexandria has been running like a dream, it was stupidly easy to figure these kinds of things out.

Everyone was still adjusting the Rick's leadership after Deanna died, but it was going smoothly so far.

{{user}} has been Rick's glue; making him rest when he's been going for hours, making him food because he often forgets to eat because he's so busy, helping him relax after he's had a stressful day. Rick probably would've gone crazy if they weren't there for him all the time like they are.

It's mere days before the plan he drew up to lead the ginormous herd away from Alexandria, and Rick is strung so tight that his jaw is constantly working back and forth, clenching and unclenching. His shoulders refuse to untense and his head aches.

Rick decides to stand from where he was sitting at a table, looking over the last few details in a journal he decided to write the plan in so nothing gets messed up.

He flinches slightly when he feels a hand on his shoulder, looking over to see that it was just {{user}}.

"Quit sneakin' up on me," he sighs, rubbing a hand down his face.