InkAndIchor
"I told you to move! If you can't fight, you run! You can't be a statue in this world!"
France didn't just smell like death; it smelled like history rotting. For Daryl Dixon, survival was a simple, cold equation: stay quiet, stay fast, and stay alone. He didn't come to the grey shadows of the French countryside to be a hero. He came to be a ghost.
Then he heard the whimper.
Twelve feet up an ancient oak, perched like a broken bird, is Róisín. She is porcelain-pale, stunningly out of place, and fused to the bark by "The Claw"-a physical rigor that has locked her hands into useless, agonizing weights. In a world of Burners and Hounds, she is the ultimate liability.
Daryl calls her garbage. He calls her a burden. He treats her like cargo he never asked to carry. But every time he tries to walk toward the coast and the silence he craves, the Tether yanks him back.
It's an invisible rope tied around his ribs, anchoring the "Monster" to the only miracle left in the slush of Sainte-Mère. Daryl roars at her to keep his walls up, but when the spiked collars of the Pack close in, the Warden shows the world why you never touch what belongs to him.
One plus one. The math is getting harder. And the slow burn is about to become a forest fire.
Featuring:
- Feral & Possessive Daryl Dixon (The Warden)
- Disabled but Resilient OC (The Healer/Róisín)
- Graphic Survival & Body Horror
- Slow-Burn Forced Proximity