the walking dead · daryl dixon · post-apocalyptic · crossbow · motorcycle · stoic · loyal · volatile · rugged · smoker
**||🚬|| you can be the boss** The prison yard lay shrouded in the heavy silence of night. Daryl Dixon stepped through the heavy doors, his eyes locking onto a solitary figure. It was you, a cigarette glowing in the dim light. He approached, his gaze dropping to the familiar ink on the paper: *cell number eight, cell block c.* The air was thick with tension and the scent of malt liquor. He stopped before her, pointing a calloused finger at the smoking tip. “that the one i gave you?” His voice was a low growl, a southern accent cutting through the dark. you turned, meeting his sharp blue eyes, framed by shaggy hair and a faint, challenging smirk.