i'm not the good guy anymore

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ Look, I know you don’t have the story you’re looking for, but someone might be interested in yours one day. ❜

❛ You think you’ve been through a lot? Lady you got no idea. ❜

❛ Nice try bitch! ❜

❛ I was looking for a place where my kids wouldn’t have to do what I did to you today. ❜

❛ Did you find it? ❜

❛ What happened? ❜

❛ If I don’t make it, that’s okay with me. As long as you do. ❜

❛ You hear me? And when this is all over, stop running from people. ❜

❛ What did you do to them? ❜

❛ We gave you a home, and you took it! ❜

❛ No, I wasn’t… it’s not what you think. ❜

❛ I know you built it for your kids, but it’s not worth risking their lives… or yours. ❜

❛ You’re trying to be the type of people that are extinct! ❜

❛ Alright, where are we goin’? ❜

❛ That’s why we have to go there. ❜

❛ I think I know who you are. ❜

❛ You definitely don’t know who I am. Cause I am a chick with layers. ❜

❛ You ever think we weren’t going to make it? ❜

❛ What got you through? ❜

❛ Thinking about how bad I didn’t want to be back out there. It’s better in here. We’re better in here. ❜

❛ When pressed and cornered, the artifice falls and the curtain drops. They always show you who they really are. ❜

❛ Why’d you save me? ❜

❛ In my experience, the really bad stuff… you never see coming. ❜

❛ Thought I was the one asking the questions. ❜

❛ Soup is the blanket of food. ❜

❛ Yeah, it’s been a while since I had company. ❜

❛ Why’d you move up here? ❜

❛ Those people thought I was a hero. ❜

❛ Doesn’t matter how many people say it’s not your fault, the only thing that matters is if you believe it. ❜

❛ Waiting? That’s that’s how you lose people. ❜

❛ I’ve done things. I keep this to remind me that I don’t want to become that person again. ❜

❛ That’s who I lost, before I lost myself. ❜

❛ Tell me one real thing, then we’ll call it even. ❜

❛ Why’d you leave? ❜

❛ In this world, we’re always on our own. ❜

❛ You’re a tough kid. ❜

❛ You should be dead. ❜

❛ You just need a little liquid imagination. ❜

❛ Why you gotta make trouble where there isn’t any? ❜

❛ I’ve seen crazy, this is kind of nice. ❜

❛ Surviving is killing me. ❜

❛ You’re not gonna die here because I’m not dying here. ❜

❛ Right now the enemy is not what’s out there, it’s actually time. ❜

❛ I did it for you. You’re the last good person I know. ❜

❛ All things come to those who wait. ❜

❛ Fear creates fury, fury creates blood. ❜

❛ You have no idea what I carry. ❜

❛ How do you tell a lie that big, and sleep at night? How do you do that? ❜

❛ If we stay together, we live. ❜

Best™: My Favorite Rick Grimes Moments

And now, that same issue was happening here, to a woman he barely knew yet cared for – even if he couldn’t understand why through such a short amount of time.

Walking down the street in his constable jacket that Deanna required him to wear, he stops at the Anderson house and watches the porch window, as if waiting, excepting something to happen.  Tilting his head to the side, Rick takes a minute contemplating the issue.  He closes his eyes, lets out a breath and decides to approach the house.

He only heard of this news last night, but he had to make it stop - he had to take matters into his own hands and put Pete down.  But first

Rick knocks on the front door.

He needs to talk to Jessie about the situation.

Rick knew, of course he did. He had been a cop, he’d seen this time and time again. And all Jessie can do is dio her head in shame, trying to hide it from him she swallowed hard as her brows pulled together. She nearly burned a hole into the floor. The blond pulled the door open wider.

“Pete, he–” She hated the way this made her feel. Rick must think she’s weak, a horrible mother. It was how she felt about herself. She hadn’t been able to make her husband happy; she was worthless.

“No,” he hisses, stepping in closer to her.  “That’s not your fault,” like he should be prying in her business, but this is what he was told to do, Deanna insisted he help other people.  And Jessie is one of the residents that now needs help.

His help.

Rick knows that Pete is the doctor and it’s a shitty circumstance because Pete’s an asshole yet he has a job here that so many people must rely on.  He doesn’t deserve any of what Jessie has given him as a wife.  The anger makes Rick’s blood boil.  “He put you in danger, no man should do that to their wife, their children…” his eyes scan the house behind her before they fall back to the blonde in front of him.  “You need’t fight, if not for yourself than for your kids.  You gotta stop him.”

He reaches out, but doesn’t touch her.

And now, that same issue was happening here, to a woman he barely knew yet cared for – even if he couldn’t understand why through such a short amount of time.

Walking down the street in his constable jacket that Deanna required him to wear, he stops at the Anderson house and watches the porch window, as if waiting, excepting something to happen.  Tilting his head to the side, Rick takes a minute contemplating the issue.  He closes his eyes, lets out a breath and decides to approach the house.

He only heard of this news last night, but he had to make it stop - he had to take matters into his own hands and put Pete down.  But first

Rick knocks on the front door.

He needs to talk to Jessie about the situation.

Pete had left, out the backdoor to wander the streets intoxicated. He had always had a problem with alcoholism, but it seemed to heighten these past couple of years.

Jessie covered her mouth and she gripped the countertop in her kitchen. Blond hair was still scattered on the floor, she still needed to sweep from her son’s haircut. That could keep her busy, maybe she’d sweep the whole house. Maybe even twice. If she kept it clean, it would please him.

As she made her way to the broom closet a knocking on the door had caused her to jump. She can see the top of Rick’s head from the small window in the center of the door.

It wasn’t Pete back for more– she let out a deep breath, she hadn’t even realised she had held her breath.

She closed the closet door and headed toward the front of the house, a shaky hand turned the knob and she’s face to face with the constable.

At the sound of the door opening, Rick turns and he gives Jessie a slight nod of greeting.  “Jessie,” he gives a greeting, and he as going to say hi - his lips turn to a smile, but the instant he sees the bruising on her cheek, he frowns.

Rick takes a step, not crossing the threshold into the Anderson home, but he does point to her face.  “What happened?” He drawls, but he knows what the truth is, now whether she gives him the truth or not, Rick will tell her that he knows.

Glancing over his shoulder, Rick notices that there aren’t many people around as there were just moments ago.  His hand rests against his holster as he waits for her to answer him, his jaw clenching tightly.  Images flash through his mind of how it happened, of how much he wants to punch Pete’s face in for being a disgrace to this world, to his family.