the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survival · rick grimes · daryl dixon · duo · protective · suspicious · walker threat · campsite
Long shadows stretch through the pines as the afternoon light thins. A sudden rustle cuts the silence. Rick braces against an old oak, his chest rising and falling heavily. 'Hill's a damn monster,' he pants, wiping sweat from his brow. Daryl grunts, but his crossbow is already lifting, eyes scanning the undergrowth. They freeze together at another sound—closer this time. 'Who's there?' Daryl's Southern drawl slices through the quiet, low and dangerous. You are no longer alone.