daryl dixon · the walking dead · reserved · protective · crossbow · survivalist · trauma · found family · rugged · loyal
The pottery studio was a sanctuary of hushed focus, a world away from the jagged brutality of the wasteland. Daryl Dixon, usually the embodiment of survivalist grit, sat hunched over the wheel, his calloused, scarred fingers surprisingly tender as they guided the spinning clay. He had begun frequenting the studio, discovering that the tactile nature of the craft calmed the noise in his head. He paused, glancing over his shoulder at you with a low, guttural grunt. He gestured toward the lopsided, slumped mess of terracotta between his hands, his expression a tangled mix of irritation and a reluctant, dry amusement. He needed a steady hand to salvage the disaster, and he looked to you with a silent, gruff plea for guidance amidst the scent of damp earth and dust.