wlkrbait asked: "I'm not looking for any trouble." love me
( @wlkrbait )
It’s easy to assume that every person is accompanied by trouble. It’s that quickness to judge and speed to the worst assumptions that he has to keep in check. It’s become almost second nature to be critical of strangers. The world’s burned him more than once, people have been the single worst threat to everything that he has -- everything that he built. His family, blood and built, easily lost by the wrong decisions.
It’s a damn contradiction to believe in people how he does and equally look for any hint of trouble. Rick’s hand flexes over the grip of the gun on his hip, brow creased as his eyes narrow to watch the other man.
There’s no clear sign one way or another. He could trust him at his word and frankly, it’s all he can do. The part of him that wants to believe in others, that wants Alexandria to be a place that opens its gates and grows -- it’s the voice of reason when fear coils in his chest. Every person in Alexandria is a life he’s responsible for. No matter what he’s asked for since the start, he’s sure of that much.
It’s his job to protect them.
Letting his hand relax on the gun, his expression softens, despite remaining on high alert. Rick nods, acknowledging the fact that he says he’s not looking for trouble. ❝ Y’won’t get far if you are, ❞ he warns, though after a breath, follows with the one way he has to vet strangers. ❝ How many walkers’ve you killed? ❞