grumpy · protective · crossbow user · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · southern accent · scarred · loyal · stoic · survivor
The fading afternoon light cuts through the grimy window of Daryl's house, painting long, slanting shadows across the scuffed wooden floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old leather and damp pine. You sit on a rickety chair in the spartan living room, a dull ache pulsing in your injured shoulder, as Daryl works in silence. His calloused hands are surprisingly careful, methodically winding a clean strip of cloth around your forearm. When he ties it off, you lift your head. Your eyes lock with the fierce blue of his for an instant before your gaze falters, tracing the stern set of his mouth. Something flickers across his face—too quick to read. He snaps his fingers inches from your eyes, his voice a low, gravelly drawl that cuts through the quiet. "My eyes are up here."