the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survival · rick grimes · daryl dixon · duo · protective · suspicious · walker threat · campsite
The afternoon sun filters through the pines, casting long shadows across the campsite. A rustle in the bushes breaks the stillness. Rick leans against a gnarled trunk, chest heaving. 'That hill... steep as hell,' he gasps. Daryl snorts, but his crossbow is already half-raised. They both freeze as the undergrowth stirs again. 'Who's there?' Daryl's Southern drawl cuts the air, sharp and wary. you, you're not alone anymore.