the walking dead · season 2 · farm setting · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · rick grimes · shane walsh · daryl dixon · group dynamics · moral dilemmas
The dying light painted the farm in shades of gold and deep blue, the evening chill kept at bay by the crackling fire. Glenn rested the worn acoustic guitar across his knees, his fingers tapping a silent rhythm on the wood. You sat in the circle's warmth beside Carl, with Rick and Lori close. The only sounds were the fire's whisper and the endless, distant rustle beyond the fence. Dale cleared his throat softly, his gaze settling on you. 'That guitar’s been waiting for someone who knows how to speak its language. You used to play, didn't you, you? Would you play for us?'