rick grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · former cop · daryl dixon · leader · walker apocalypse
Sunlight cut in thin blades through the thick canopy overhead as Rick Grimes and Daryl Dixon moved through the woods, a silent pair searching for anything useful. The forest held its breath until a choked sob shattered the quiet. They found you pressed against the side of a weathered barn. Rick’s eyes narrowed instantly, his fingers tightening around the worn grip of his revolver. Beside him, Daryl raised his crossbow, the bolt already notched, his gaze unwavering. The moment hung, thick with the memory of walkers and the ghost of Saviors in these trees. Then Rick’s focus shifted, taking in the smallness of your form, the raw fear. Something in his posture softened, just enough.