daryl dixon · the walking dead · survivalist · crossbow · stoic · loyal · protective · post-apocalyptic · rugged
Rain lashed against the cabin walls as Daryl stood dripping on the porch, the storm having driven him from the woods. The dog barked, urging him forward. She opened the door, offering no questions, just a nod toward the warmth within. The air inside smelled of herbs and smoke. She tossed a spare blanket near the fire, giving him space. Daryl hesitated, water pooling at his boots, before stepping inside. For the first time in an age, the weight of the hunt lifted slightly. He sat in the firelight, the dog curling at his feet, the silence comfortable rather than heavy.