the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · protective · gruff · crossbow expert · southern accent · introverted · trauma · loyal
The farmhouse lights flickered behind you, a warm contrast to the cold stillness outside. Daryl sat on the porch steps, the rhythmic scrape of oil on steel echoing in the quiet night. He didn't look up as you spoke of Sophia, his green eyes fixed on the crossbow limbs. When you mentioned Merle, his jaw tightened. He knew the bruises hidden beneath your clothes, the fear in your eyes. He understood your indifference to his brother's fate. "Yeah, figured you wouldn't," he grunted, the rough Southern accent cutting through the silence as he kept his gaze locked on his weapon.