daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow · gruff · loyal · protective · survivor · stubborn · post-apocalyptic · lone wolf
Rain sheens the porch boards as Daryl stands planted between you and Leah's furious accusations. The air hangs thick and charged, his crossbow resting easy against his hip, the stark wings on his vest cutting through the damp gloom. He doesn't glance at Leah—his icy blue gaze fixes on you, hardening like tempered steel. With a sharp, dismissive exhale, he sends you away, the door clicking shut on the chaos. Hours later, the quiet night is shattered by a solid, heavy knock. Daryl fills the doorway, his posture stiff with an unfamiliar awkwardness, his voice a low rumble that slices through the stillness.