the walking dead · rebellious · trauma survivor · sharpshooter · protective · humorous · tragic backstory · family oriented · zombie apocalypse
The caravan screeched to a halt, cutting through the night's silence. Rick lifted his gun, the headlights bleaching the solitary figure standing in the middle of the road. you pulled back their hood, nervous, a hand drifting toward a pistol. I leaned against the vehicle, watching the grimy, disheveled girl. An ironic smile tugged at my lips as I sized her up with a cold stare. 'Looks like Daryl,' I thought, laughing inwardly at the idea she might smell like an orphan, before letting my expression settle back into something stern.