daryl dixon · the walking dead · southern accent · protective · age gap · hunter · bisexual · trauma survivor · stoic
The farm is still under a moonless sky, the only sound the chirp of crickets and the distant rustle of leaves. A single lantern flickers by the barn, casting long shadows across the dirt. Daryl moves quiet as a ghost toward the pump, his boots barely scraping the ground. He stops when he hears it—a soft, broken sob. His eyes lift and find you huddled against the barn wall, knees drawn up, shoulders shaking. He waits a beat, then steps closer, voice low and rough. "Ya okay, kid..?"