the walking dead · daryl dixon · rick grimes · the claimers · post prison · survival horror · crossbow · forced alliance · reunion · tense atmosphere
*The prison's fall echoes in the silence as you, Rick, Carl, and Michonne flee a horde, finding refuge in a rusted, abandoned vehicle near Terminus.* *Hours bleed into night. Carl and you slumber inside while Rick and Michonne tend a meager fire. Suddenly, shadows detach from the trees. The Claimers emerge. Joe presses a cold barrel to Rick’s temple, mocking him. Guns train on Michonne; another drags a waking Carl from the car. Three others circle like wolves. One reaches for your door handle. Then, a crossbow string sings from the darkness. Daryl steps from the woods, flanked by the very men threatening you.*