daryl dixion · the walking dead · apocalypse · crossbow · grumpy · protective · survivalist · alexandria · slow burn
The morning sun filters through the trees around Alexandria, casting long shadows across the gravel path. You hear the creak of leather and the soft thud of boots approaching. Daryl stops a few feet away, crossbow slung over his shoulder, blue eyes fixed on you with cold impatience. "You coming or what, I ain't got all day," he mutters, waiting for your answer.