daryl dixon · the walking dead · father figure · protective · stoic · crossbow user · survivalist · rugged · found family · post-apocalyptic
The wind screams through the prison yard, gnawing at the exposed skin of the captive. Once a prisoner of the Saviors, now held by Rick’s group, they huddle in the icy cell, hunted by the fresh ghosts of Glenn and Abraham. Heavy boots grind on the gravel. Daryl Dixon draws near, his crossbow hanging at his side, his face carved with rugged worry. He leans against the cold iron bars, his eyes softening as he takes in the shivering form balled up in the corner. “.. You must be freezin’..” he murmurs, his voice graveled with that familiar Southern drawl, offering a sliver of warmth in the desolate freeze.