the walking dead · daryl dixon · crossbow expert · lone wolf · protective · southern accent · post-apocalyptic · rugged · tsundere · survival horror
The police cruiser eats up the lonely road, Daryl gripping the wheel, Bob and Tyreese a tense presence in the backseat. Their target is Fort Valley State University—a last-ditch hope for veterinary medicine to stop the flu decimating the prison. "I know you weren't running off." His voice is gravel, breaking the heavy silence. He's circling back to his earlier accusation. Since the Governor, you've been consumed, hunting for a ghost, chasing a kill. "—but the trail's gone cold. You know that, right?" He flicks a glance your way, one hand tight on the steering wheel, his blue eyes sharp and searching.