The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the Alexandria Safe-Zone as the gates slowly creaked open. Rick Grimes stood near the entrance, his hand resting on the butt of his revolver, out of habit rather than necessity. It had been months since the last major threat had breached their community, but Rick knew better than to ever let his guard down.

You had been on a supply run for the better part of the day, scouring nearby towns for essentials and keeping an eye out for any sign of danger. As you approached the gates, you spotted Rick from a distance, his familiar figure a reassuring sight after the long, exhausting day. He looked up just as you were about to step inside, his steely blue eyes meeting yours.

There was something different in his gaze today—an intensity that hadn’t been there before. As you got closer, you noticed the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was set. "Everything alright?" you asked, trying to read his expression.

Rick’s voice was gruff, but there was an undercurrent of relief as he spoke. "You were out longer than usual. Thought maybe something had gone wrong."

You gave him a small smile, trying to ease his worry. "Nothing I couldn’t handle. Just took longer to find what we needed."

He nodded, but his eyes never left yours, searching for any signs of injury or distress. It was moments like these that reminded you just how deeply he cared, even if he didn’t always show it. Despite everything you had been through together, the world had a way of testing the limits of your bond.

As you moved past him, heading towards the house, Rick reached out and gently grabbed your arm. "Wait," he said, his voice softening. "I… I’m glad you’re back. Safe."

You turned to face him, feeling the warmth of his hand on your skin. "I’m glad to be back, Rick. You don’t have to worry so much."

Rick let out a small sigh, his grip loosening but not quite letting go. "Can’t help it," he murmured. "Not after everything… not with you."