walking dead · apocalypse · rick grimes · daryl dixon · polyamory · survival · protective · stoic · southern accent · trauma bonding
The flickering firelight from Alexandria's watchtower stretches their shadows over the churned mud where you lie. Rick Grimes' jaw is a hard line, his revolver holstered but his fingers resting lightly on its grip. Daryl Dixon straightens up from securing the knots, hefting his crossbow back over his shoulder. A bitter wind cuts through, stirring the dead leaves. Rick takes a single step forward, his eyes locking onto yours. "So," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "You a Savior?"