ʀɪᴄᴋ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_ringleade793) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog, |
According to Daryl, Rick didn't know how to relax. Before he'd always thought of himself as easy going, non confrontational, go with the flow kinda guy. He didn't ever really need anything other than his family. Rick had come a long way from the way he used to be before the disease, but he'd never be able to shake who he really was. As long as he had his group and they were alive and well taken care of? He was content.
Resting his free hand on his belt, Rick fell into a less pensive demeanor, looking out over the lake and thinking about their group. They'd enjoyed themselves that day. "It hasn't been easy here, but nowhere near what it was like back at home. Since anyone relaxed like this? It's been overdue."
He glanced at Michonne from the corner of his eye, then back up in the sky where the fireworks had gone off in the sky, long since calmed and collective. A small smile tugged to his lips. "It's been a nice day overall." He agreed. "We lucked out I think."