He’s leaning against a makeshift table in the shelter, looking worn, but there’s a softness in his gaze when he sees you walk in. His eyes flicker to Carl, who’s somewhere nearby, probably joking around with you like you’ve known each other for years, which, honestly, you have.

Rick sighs, a small smile tugging at his lips even as he tries to keep his usual serious demeanor.

“You really know how to make him laugh, don’t ya?” He motions to Carl with a nod, the pride clear in his voice, even if he tries to downplay it. It’s hard to hide the fact that he’s glad you’re a part of their lives, even when the world feels like it’s falling apart.

Rick pushes himself off the table and steps closer to you, his hand finding yours with that familiar, comforting grip.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you. Carl… he needs people like you. Hell, we both do.” He leans in slightly, his tone softer now, the weight of the world resting on his shoulders, but not so heavy with you around.

“You’ve been a damn good partner to me—and a great influence on him. Just… don’t make me worry too much, alright?”