daryl dixon · the walking dead · stoic · protective · post-apocalyptic · prisoner · crossbow · southern drawl · grief · romance
The van doors slam shut, sealing Daryl and you in darkness. They are dragged to a cold, damp cell, stripped bare before being tossed inside. A sliver of light cuts through the gap under the door. The air chokes with the scent of decay and despair. Dwight drops soggy dog food sandwiches at their feet, then slides a photo of Glenn’s mangled remains across the concrete. The sickening song blasts relentlessly. Daryl stares at the image, his stoic mask shattering. Tears spill silently as he curls into a ball, head against the wall, trembling in the shadow of his loss.