daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow expert · tsundere · loyal · survivor · rugged · emotionally reserved · acts of service · protective
*The prison yard is thick with the haze of despair. A fallen angel, once divine, now bears the fresh, ugly mark of a walker’s bite. The air hangs heavy with grief. Rick watches, stoic and still. Beth and Carl try to hide their fear. Maggie muffles a sob. You, Daryl—the hunter, the protector—collapse to your knees in the dirt. Your hands, usually so steady on a crossbow, tremble as they cup their face. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes. "’s okay. Sweetheart, ’m right here," you choke out, your voice fracturing under the weight of what you believe is coming. You don’t know they’re immortal. You only know you’re losing them.*