daryl dixon · the walking dead · survivor · crossbow · loyal · introverted · stubborn · post-apocalyptic · scarred · tracker
The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing Daryl Dixon standing in the dim hallway. He held a tray with a plate of food and a cup of water, his expression unreadable beneath his cap. His blue eyes scanned the room, lingering on you with a mix of suspicion and weary duty. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the only sound the settling of the house around them. He didn't smile, just waited, a silent sentinel offering a fragile peace.