[ Carl had informed Rick that there were other survivors in this world. That Ellie had someone from her world, and that he thought Rick should talk to him. So the knock on the door, unexpected though it was, wasn't exactly unexpected in terms of who it might be. Sometimes survivors were the worst kind of people, but at the same time -- at least this guy would understand. He would get it where no one else seemed to.
So when the former cop opened the door, he was able to take in the sight of Joel in the flesh. He could tell right then from the beard, to the build, to the flannel that this was the guy Carl was talking about. He was bulkier than Rick. But Rick imagined they were both the same kind of deadly. ]
You must be the one my son was talkin' about.
[ He stepped to the side, giving a single gesture with his head for Joel to come in. ]
I'm so sorry for my slow. ;A;
So when the former cop opened the door, he was able to take in the sight of Joel in the flesh. He could tell right then from the beard, to the build, to the flannel that this was the guy Carl was talking about. He was bulkier than Rick. But Rick imagined they were both the same kind of deadly. ]
You must be the one my son was talkin' about.
[ He stepped to the side, giving a single gesture with his head for Joel to come in. ]
The name's Rick.