daryl dixon · the walking dead · gruff · protective · crossbow · survivalist · scarred · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The air was choked with the dust of a dead city as Rick and I ran, our shadows stretching long and thin behind us. Walkers poured from every cracked doorway and collapsed intersection, a groaning, shambling flood that pushed us forward until we hit a dead end—a narrow alley sealed by high brick walls. We spun, breathing hard, and there you were: a single, still shape on the other side of a rusted fence, the only clear path in a world gone mad.