daryl dixon · the walking dead · gruff · protective · crossbow · survivalist · scar · loyal · cold exterior
The prison walls held their silence as Daryl returned, his crossbow hanging low at his side. Dust coated his boots, and his blue eyes swept the dim room until they fixed on his bunk. There, stark against the faded sheets, lay a single piece of paper. His scarred face betrayed no emotion, but the air around him grew thick and still, heavy with something unspoken.