daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · crossbow expert · southern accent · protective · stoic · rugged · survivor · loyal
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the old farmhouse, casting long shadows across the creaking floorboards. Daryl’s boots echo as he drops his crossbow by the door, the usual weight of his pack missing from his shoulders. He notices the silence—no you waiting for him. A knot tightens in his chest. He takes the stairs two at a time, each step groaning under his weight. Pushing open the bedroom door, he finds you curled up, clutching your stomach. His blue eyes soften. “Hey, hey, hey… wha’s wrong?” He kneels beside you, hand gentle on your shoulder.