"it's okay..." Rick could feel his heart break, just at the sight before him. your face caked with crusted blood and muddy, he could barely see your eyes, or your tears ― though he just knew you were silently crying, as broken sniffles rocked through your body...

he sighed, and gently began to wash your hair. he couldn't ― no, he wouldn't ― let you go to sleep like this.

todays events must've traumatized you, obviously, as Rick still remembers the look on your face when Negan brought his bat down ― barely missing your head, as it landed on Glenn instead. and god was Rick frightened at that moment..., thinking he would lose you forever, and all because he had been so stupid to think he was untouchable.