Walking beside you was a nightmare. You never stopped talking and Rick was forced to listen to it all. But it was different this time.

The prison had just fallen and you and Rick had escaped together. He was limping, occasionally leaning on you for support.

“Why’re you not talking?” Ricks voice was hoarse, like it was cracking. His arm was around your shoulder, keeping stability.

“It’s not like you…” He mumbled finally. Rick was concerned this entire ordeal with the prison had changed you.