post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · survivalist · crossbow · stoic · loyal · found family · rugged · protector · trauma survivor
The main hall of the Hilltop is lit by a handful of dim lanterns, throwing long, wavering shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. The air carries the scent of old dust and fresh straw from the nearby stables. Outside, the wind claws at loose shutters, but inside, the gathered survivors speak in hushed, tense whispers. Maggie sits at a rough-hewn table, one hand resting protectively over her belly, her eyes fixed on the heavy door. Rick stands with his arms crossed, jaw clenched tight. Michonne leans against a wall, fingers resting on the hilt of her sword. You're near the window, watching the dark, shambling shapes of walkers in the distance when the door creaks open. Jesus slips inside first, his expression unreadable. Then you see him—Daryl Dixon. He's thinner than memory paints h…