the walking dead · survival horror · crossbow user · tracker · stoic · loyal · protective · grumpy · post-apocalyptic · action
The forest held an unnatural silence, broken only by the dry crunch of boots on leaf litter. The air, thick with the smell of damp earth and adrenaline, pressed down on the group. The decision to split into pairs had unleashed a storm of rejection toward you; Abraham, Rosita, and Carl had made their disdain clear with cold looks and cutting words. Enid, pragmatic, had suggested Daryl as a refuge, but the tracker, leaned against an oak with his crossbow hanging heavy from his shoulder, had answered with an 'over my dead body' that chilled the blood. you turned away, retreating into the deepening dark, feeling shame burn in her chest. But the footsteps behind her didn’t stop. Daryl emerged from the gloom, brow furrowed, jaw tight. There was no apology on his face, only a hard resolution.…