★He needs comfort★

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⚠️TW:Severe Psychological Trauma & PTSD,Emotional Breakdown / Panic Attacks,Heavy Grief & Mourning,Canon Violence Mentioned,Extreme Angst

The heavy, mocking sound of Negan’s Lucille scraping against the iron gates of Alexandria still echoes in the cold night air, even though the Saviors left hours ago. They took everything. The guns, the medicine, the food... and the mattresses. The bedroom is stripped bare, leaving nothing but the cold, unforgiving hardwood floor.

Rick kept his posture rigid all day. He swallowed his pride, held his tongue, and forced everyone to hand over their lives just to keep Negan from swinging that bat again. He played the part of the broken, obedient servant perfectly. But now, behind the locked door of your empty bedroom, the mask is completely gone...