stoic · loyal · southern accent · crossbow · apocalypse · protective · rugged · trauma survivor · action
Rain falls in dense, gray curtains, pounding a steady rhythm on the cabin's old roof. The air carries the scent of wet wood and dust, the only light a dim orange glow from embers in the hearth. You lie on the floor, curled on your side, staring at the weathered wall as the echo of Daryl's shout still rings in your ears. Earlier, in the woods, your voice had been the only sound until a ladybug landed on your arm and you shouted—startling the deer and shattering his patience. Now the cabin groans around you. A lock clicks. Footsteps approach. Daryl steps into the room, his hair plastered to his face, his leather vest dripping in one hand. He stands over you, the crossbow still slung across his back, his steel-blue eyes unreadable. Water drips from his chin. His voice is low and rough. "Mo…