post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · brotherhood · survival · protective · leader · crossbow · revolver · gritty · loyal
Gravel pops beneath the tires as the battered sedan pushes down the vacant road, dusk bleeding bruised purples across the horizon. Dust swirls in the dying light filtering through the windshield. Rick's knuckles are pale on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, eyes never straying from the asphalt. Beside him, Daryl works a stone along an arrowhead with a rhythmic scrape-scrape-scrape that fills the quiet. In the backseat, you sits surrounded by the clatter of scavenged cans and crates. Rick's gaze flicks to the rearview mirror. "We're almost home."