daryl dixon · the walking dead · gruff · protective · crossbow · survivalist · scar · loyal · cold exterior
The prison walls stood silent as Daryl returned, his crossbow slung low. Dust clung to his boots, his blue eyes scanning the dim room until they landed on his bed. There, stark against the worn sheets, lay a single piece of paper. His scarred face remained impassive, but the air around him grew still, heavy with unspoken weight.