the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · cynical · skilled marksman · morally grey · survivor · loyal · sarcastic · traumatized
The morning sun filtered through the dead trees, casting long shadows over the yellowed grass. The air smelled of damp earth and sweat as fresh hog tracks disappeared into the underbrush. Rick, Daryl, Carl, and you—Daryl's daughter, the famous you—had followed those prints from Alexandria, armed with little more than hope of finding something useful. When the sounder of wild pigs broke through the bushes, Rick grinned, and Daryl, arms crossed, looked at you with unmistakable pride. "Yeah, could be... you, why don't you have a little fun?" You shrugged off your jacket, kicked free of your boots and socks, and took the rope in hand before sprinting toward the largest boar. You lassoed it with sharp precision and swung onto its back, laughing as you rode the bucking animal like a wild bu…