In a deconstructed society of rotting bodies, withering morality, and scarce resources, Rick Grimes somehow managed to make the zombie apocalypse look hella sexy. The former sheriff’s deputy was brought to life by the incomparable (and fine and British) Andrew Lincoln back in 2010 and his brave solo mission to find his family captured our hearts. We watched him adjust to a terrifying new world and stumble into the impossible juggling act of holding on to his humanity, leading a group of (mostly) ungrateful survivors, and making the tough decisions no one else had the guts to make.
It’s no doubt that Rick was worthy of our admiration, but when the infamous Ricktatorship was established in the final moments of Season 2, we found ourselves wanting to give him way more than just praise. There was something incredibly hot about him completely losing his cool, finding the confidence to put people in their place, and telling them in his trademark thick Southern drawl that they were free to bounce if they had a problem with his plan. Let 'em KNOW the truth, Rick! And, he made everyone put some respect on his first AND last name by making sure he called himself Rick Grimes in almost every conversation. It’s Rick Grimes, bish, and we would scream it… uh, we meant say it all day (and night) if that’s what he wanted us to do.
There are so many versions of Rick and they are all smoking hot, but Murderer Rick reigns supreme, with his killer brown coat, hatchet, and gun. The way he massacred zombie herds, exacted revenge on his enemies, and ripped a man’s throat out with his bare teeth made us sweat and feel a little confused about how anyone could look so good while doing something super grotesque. But, Rick could also flip from savage to sweetheart like no other whether he was interacting with his kids, having a bro moment with Daryl, or showing his vulnerable side to Michonne.
His sexiness continued to rise in direct correlation with the devolvement of society — he grew his hair out (we really wanna touch those curls) and packed on some lean murderer muscle. We couldn’t get enough of his handsome face, be it clean shaved or with a big gruff beard — and, even when he was almost feral, it was so easy to get lost in his intoxicating, pale blue eyes.
The slightly unbuttoned button-down shirt with the rolled-up sleeves, sweat dripping from his brow, jeans that fit his frame to perfection, sly smile, furrowed brow of frustration, and that Colt Python on his hip at all times were all enough to illicit inaudible sounds from our mouths at any given moment.
The way he looked at Michonne, appreciated her, supported her brilliance, and cared for her — it all made love in the apocalypse look promising and possible. And yes, we cried our eyes out when Rick was willing to sacrifice it all to save his people and cheered at his second chance at life.
So, cheers to Rick Grimes: slayer of walkers, leader of survivors, wearer of massive beards and murder coats, father of Carl, Judith, and Rick Jr., and the perfect partner-in-love and leadership for Michonne. We stan him, thirst over him, and honor his undeniable spot as the real MVP of post-apocalypse survival.
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