#featuring: rick grimes (deadveiled)

[nomadical]

@deadveiled​ || prompts for emotionally stunted idiots || accepting!

“  i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer?  ”  (rick grimes)

Rick sitting in his small trailer in the middle of the night wasn’t something he expected. Answering the knock on his door and seeing the other man there was, certainly, a surprise. But he’s far from unwelcome and Paul was up anyway. Company was welcome. Especially from Rick among a handful of others.

After ushering him inside, offering him a comfortable place to sit and giving him a good look over--Paul noticed the trouble in his eyes and quietly inquired if he was alright. The answer was everything he’d expect from Rick Grimes. The man isn’t the most open of books when it comes to people he knows. They’re one and the same when it comes to that, he figures. Can’t fault the man when he’s got a bad habit of shelling up most things that go below the surface of what he’s comfortable sharing on most days. Situation and people weighing in on that one.

“Not beer but it’s something?” Pushing his palms against his knees, he stands up and goes to retrieve a bottle and a couple glasses from his kitchen. When it comes back, one’s got a heavy handed pour (Rick’s) and his is about half that. “Cider. Just a recipe that makes it bite more than the regular kind,” he smiles and lifts a brow before handing Rick his glass. “Homemade.”

His head tilts, cup resting against his stomach as he rests back against the sofa. “Aside from whatever’s brought you here.. I hope everything else is alright?”

[deadveiled]

#DEADVEILED. an independent, selective, & low-activity blog featuring RICK GRIMES, DARYL DIXON, CARL GRIMES, & ROSITA ESPINOSA from amc’s THE WALKING DEAD. 18+, canon-divergent, oc & crossover-friendly. written by NOAH (24, he/they). all graphics made by me. currently on semi-hiatus. dash only. PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT.