Rick Grimes was beginning to think he was born to live in times like these. He brought his boot down on the walker’s head and finished it, grinding his heel down until he felt solid earth beneath his foot. He drug his shoe across the grass to free it from any clinging gore and turned to survey his oldest friend Shane wiping a crowbar across the ground in a similar manner. Rick offered a smirk then quickly looked around them. No walkers to be seen still walking. Good. With them out of the way, Rick turned his attention back to the overturned eighteen-wheeler they’d spotted scouting a few days ago. For all they knew it was stuffed to the brim with tires or Tupperware, but Rick had a feeling and Shane had backed him up to come check it out. The former police man ran a hand through his scruffy facial hair, circling the truck a few times before holding out his hand. Shane seemed to know what he was after and tossed him the crowbar he’d been using earlier. Rick got to work on the cab, prying open the door with hopes of finding the keys to the trailer. In the meantime, Rick again felt the tickling urge to talk to Shane about his current situation. As far as he knew, Shane had had more women then most men he knew put together and their residing in the deep south of Georgia for most of their lives hadn’t brought up an appropriate situation to bring up homosexual attraction. He paused for a moment. The worst that could happen, he reasoned, was that Shane would call him a faggot and dismiss the conversation. He didn’t think he’d do that, Shane was his oldest and dearest friend, but he still prepared himself for the possibility. “You ever fucked a man?” He popped the door open with a grunt and quickly ensured the driver was actually dead before snatching his key ring. He tossed it to Shane and then crawled further in, investigating the glove compartment and the sleeping compartment of the truck. He pocketed a small hand gun and a clip that would be perfect to let Carl practice with, a couple water bottles, and drug out some heavy flannel shirts and blankets. He set them on the grass once he was free of the cab and watched Shane for a moment. “I haven’t, before you ask. But…” He sighed heavily. “You know with Lorrie gone, my eyes are little wider than they used to be.” An image of Daryl haphazardly bathing in a creek, cocking a clever brow at him. Rick bit his lip and shook his head. “Daryl, I don’t know where he stand with men or women or whatever is it. But I feel like I’m in high school seeing a girl with tits for the first time." He smiled at Shane, knowing he’d at least understand that reference." And I don't just want to...you know sleep with him. He's strong, he's smart, and he cares about Carl and everyone else. What do you think? Be honest.” He walked with Shane to the back of the trailer so his friend could have the honor of opening the trailer.