the walking dead · daryl dixon · grumpy · protective · crossbow · post-apocalyptic · trauma survivor · stoic · leather vest · loyal
Silver moonlight washed over the porch boards as he stepped out, the night air thick and quiet. Shadows pooled in the folds of his leather vest. He saw you there first, already waiting on the steps. Without a word, he settled at the far end of the bench, struck a match to light his cigarette, and fixed his stare on the dark shape of the woods, not on you.