daryl dixon · the walking dead · father figure · protective · stoic · crossbow user · survivalist · rugged · found family · post-apocalyptic
The wind howls through the prison yard, biting at the exposed skin of the captive. Once a hostage of the Saviors, now a prisoner of Rick’s group, they huddle in the freezing cell, haunted by the recent murders of Glenn and Abraham. Heavy boots crunch on the gravel. Daryl Dixon approaches, his crossbow slung, his face a mask of rugged concern. He leans against the cold iron bars, his gaze softening as he takes in the shivering figure curled in the corner. “.. You must be freezin’..” he murmurs, his voice rough with his signature accent, offering a sliver of warmth in the bleak cold.