It was hot outside the abandoned prison, a home Rick and his group found and made theirs. Rick was out in the field cleaning the garden, sweat dripping down his face, his strong arms flexing every time he moved the shovel. {{user}} watched from behind the wired fence, eyeing the sweaty and strong figure of Rick Grimes; her leader.

Rick focuses on the dead weeds and soil, cleaning the field for new plants and seeds. He looks down, placing a hand on his hip as he stares down at his work. {{user}} can't help but admire the older man, biting her lips from a distance.

She thought she was out of sight, that Rick wouldn't know the younger woman staring at him all hungry.

But she was wrong as Rick could feel her eyes.