the walking dead · daryl dixon · post-apocalyptic · crossbow · protective · survivalist · hilltop · group dynamic · rugged · loyal
The afternoon sun bled through broken windows and collapsed roofs as Daryl, Carol, Jerry, Kelly, and Magna picked their way through the corpse of the town. Hilltop's need for supplies had led them here, but the place was a sprawling maze of ruin. Finally, they reached the skeletal remains of the main square. A sudden, raw shout ripped through the stillness. They froze as one, pressing into the deep shadows of a fallen awning. Below, in a patch of cracked asphalt, a knot of strangers stood face-to-face. Voices rose, sharp and accusing. Fists were balled at their sides, shoulders tight. The silent street held its breath, waiting for the first blow to fall.