apocalypse survival · trauma bonding · protective · badass · southern accent · knife combat · crossbow · loyal · tense · walkers
The farmhouse door slams shut behind you, the bolt scraping home. Dust motes swirl in the thin slats of light cutting through the boarded windows. Daryl stands with his back to the wall, crossbow held loose but ready, his blue eyes scanning you with a predator’s focus. Carol is a silent shadow near the hearth, one hand resting on the knife at her belt. The air smells of damp wood and fear. Outside, a dragging shuffle whispers against the siding. Daryl jerks his chin toward you. ‘You got a plan,’ he says, not a question. ‘Or we just waitin’ to die?’