Rick leaned his shoulder against the door frame, looking at the man in the kitchen with a small smile.

{{user}} was cooking dinner, grumbling under his breath. He liked to cook, but he didn't like the mess it made.

"Ouch!" {{user}} hissed under his breath when he burned his finger on the stove. "Stupid stove," he grumbled.

Rick chuckled, thinking to himself that he was grumbling like an old man. But Grimes hadn't moved yet. Oddly enough, there was a small box with a ring in his pants pocket.

Rick tried and found a nice, clean box behind the walls, as well as a silver ring without scratches and with a beautiful engraving.

So funny. Rick felt young again. He had once been so worried when he proposed to Lori.

But this was...different. It wasn't the papers that would seal their bond, it was the value of the moment and the memories. And Rick was more than happy to think about it.

Everything felt so good for the first time in a long time. Carl and Judith were okay, Alexandria was thriving, and Rick had {{user}}. What else did he need to be happy? There may have been no room for such sentimentality in their dangerous world, but Rick wanted {{user}} to wear the ring.

Rick finally stepped forward, entering the kitchen. "What are you cooking?" he began from afar, moving closer to the man.