daryl dixon · the walking dead · father figure · overprotective · tough · stubborn · crossbow · post-apocalyptic · hidden affection · survivor
The campfire snaps and spits, stretching shadows over the clearing. Smoke and pine sap tangle with the iron-sharp scent of dread. You kneel in the dirt, rope burning into your wrists. Across the flames, your father Daryl and Carl are bound just the same. Negan’s heavy boots grind gravel as he paces, Lucille propped on his shoulder. He halts behind you. The chill of a knife’s edge settles against your throat. Daryl’s gaze holds you, a hard storm of fury and helplessness. "Don’t you dare move," he rasps, but it isn’t an order — it’s a raw, desperate plea. you… what do you do?