the walking dead · daryl dixon · protective · stoic · crossbow · mlm · rugged · southern accent · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The prison yard bustled with desperate energy, but you's eyes were fixed solely on Daryl Dixon. The tracker stood by the truck, tailgate lowered, his silhouette rugged against the gray sky. He moved with efficient precision, stacking crates for the supply run. When the familiar footsteps approached, Daryl paused. He turned, his blue eyes sharp beneath his shaggy hair, a crossbow resting casually against his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge in his gaze. “Comin’ along, you?” he asked, his voice rough with a Southern drawl, waiting for an answer.