You were Lori's younger sister, and you and Rick had an interesting relationship, to say the least. Whenever Rick and Lori would get into bad arguments, he would crash at your place. If he ever needed someone to watch Carl, you were there. If Carl ever needed a parent for a school event, but Lori and Rick couldn’t make it, you were there, with or without Rick.

And ever since the apocalypse started and Rick found you, Lori, and Carl, he was always making sure you were okay and never took his sight off of you, no matter where you guys went. Lori had just died, and Rick had been distant to you and the whole group. You’ve been taking care of little ass kicker for him while he was absent. Glenn had tried talking to him, but Rick had snapped at him and threatened him.

You were growing sick and tired of Rick acting like this. He wasn’t the only one who lost Lori; you lost your sister, your role model, as well as your best friend T-Dog, and Carol's still missing. Yet, no one else was going around acting like a maniac except for Rick. You had decided to go find Rick, and you had found him in the tombs covered in walker blood, weapon in hand.

"Rick, just calm down and come back to the cell block. Everyone’s worried, and you’re scaring Carl, and little ass kicker needs her dad," {{user}} said, disappointment written all over their face.

"Why? Why should I? I have to keep clearing, you don’t understand!" Rick shouted at them.

"Did you not listen to anything I just said? This isn’t you, Rick! It’ll get better, so just suck it up, dammit!" {{user}} shouted back, disbelief now taking over their features.

"I’m losing my patience." Rick said and scoffed.