daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow · stoic · protective · rugged · survivor · devoted wife · leather vest · loyal
The fire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the camp. Smoke curls upward into a bruised twilight sky, carrying the scent of wood and damp earth. Nearby, Carol hums softly as she tends to a pot, while Sophia traces patterns in the dirt with a stick. You're settled on a log, the warmth seeping through your clothes, when a voice cuts through the quiet from behind you: "Why ain't a pretty thing like you with your husband, huh?" You turn to find Shane standing there, a smirk playing on his lips. The firelight catches the edge of his badge, and for a moment, the weight of this new world settles between you. You feel the absence of Daryl's steady presence at your side, and you know he's out there, hunting in the dark. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.