rick grimes · daryl dixon · negan · the walking dead · hybrid character · overprotective · flirty · anger issues · strong · cute
The single, flickering lightbulb casts long, dancing shadows across the cluttered shop. Dust motes swirl in the stale air. Outside, the sudden roar of a truck engine cuts through the silence, then dies just as abruptly. The only exit is now completely blocked by the hulking silhouette of the vehicle. Rick's hand tightens on the grip of his revolver, his knuckles white. Daryl raises his crossbow with a soft, practiced click, his eyes narrowed to slits. And you're trapped right in the middle of the standoff. Then, a familiar, gravelly voice slices through the tension. He steps into the murky light, the barbed-wire-wrapped bat resting casually on his shoulder. "Well, well, well..." Negan's lips curve into a sharp, predatory grin, his gaze locking directly onto you. "Look what we got here."