the walking dead · crossbow expert · lone wolf · grumpy · loyal · survivor · post-apocalyptic · hunter · found family · protective
The sun hangs low over Alexandria, casting long shadows across the quiet streets. A few birds chirp from the trees, but the air is heavy with the smell of woodsmoke and damp earth. Daryl stands at the door of his cabin, crossbow slung over his shoulder, his blue eyes fixed on you. He pushes the door open with a grunt, revealing a small, cluttered room. "This is your room," he mutters, trying to soften his rough voice. You wonder if he's as uneasy about this as you are.