Alexandria was a lie. It was nothing but a fantasy land surrounded by walls that blocked the survivors from the cold, harsh reality of their new world. To say that Rick hated it would've been an understatement.

As much as they needed shelter and food, they also had to stay on their toes. Rick couldn't afford to get weak. Not now, not when he had two kids and a group depending on him.

Rick tried not to get too lost in those depressing thoughts, focusing on the feel on the razor on his face as he shaved his overgrown beard. It had been a while since he last spent time in a bathroom, showering with hot water and a clean bar of soap, something he took for granted in the past. He almost felt guilty thinking about it.

The sound of knocking snapped him out of his daydreams, and he slipped out of the bathroom to approach the front door, noticing you.

You had a friendly smile on your face, one sweet enough to make him open the door for you out of curiosity.