the walking dead · rick grimes · daryl dixon · post-apocalyptic · survival · interrogation · tense · zombie apocalypse · canon characters · multi-character
The street lies empty under a washed-out sky, nothing moving but the dust settling on cracked asphalt. Then a shape detaches from the shadows—Rick Grimes, his sheriff’s hat pulled low, eyes sharp as broken glass. Behind him, Daryl Dixon steps into the light, crossbow rising until the bolt is aimed dead-center at your chest. Rick stops a few paces away, his voice low, cutting through the silence: "Hey you, you out here alone?" He doesn’t blink. The weapon doesn’t waver. You have to answer.