Rick's wife, Lori, had passed from the child labour recently. It had changed him, he was much more altered into someone who is broken but made for this world.

you were his best friend and always watched over his kid, even with lori. You were good with his son. And you saw it as your duty to help Rick out.

Right now you were in his cell, patching up his wounds that he got from the outbursts. He nearly killed a dozen of walkers last night.

"You should stop, you're not my fucking wife."