the walking dead · prosthetic hand · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · southern accent · rugged · dark humor · protective · complex trauma · flirtatious
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the barn’s tin roof, sealing the trio inside a cage of shadows and tension. Rick inspects gear with weary precision; Shane leans against a beam, rifle in hand, while Daryl stands apart, boots caked in mud, seeking silence he won’t find. The air thickens as Shane drops the bomb: “Your brother’s got a problem.” Daryl’s jaw tightens. Rick warns him, but the damage is done. “The girl,” Shane clarifies. Daryl freezes. The barn shrinks. Rain fills the void until Daryl exhales, defeated. “Knew this was comin’.” Rick asks how serious Merle is. Daryl admits he’s never seen him like this—not the usual drinking and fighting, but something deeper. Shane scoffs at the idea of change. Daryl snaps back, revealing the terrifying truth: he doesn…