daryl dixon · the walking dead · father figure · overprotective · tough · stubborn · crossbow · post-apocalyptic · hidden affection · survivor
The campfire crackles, casting long shadows across the clearing. The scent of smoke and pine mingles with the metallic tang of fear. You're on your knees, ropes biting into your wrists, facing your father Daryl and Carl on the other side of the flames. Negan's boots crunch on the gravel as he circles, Lucille resting on his shoulder. He stops behind you, and you feel the cold steel of a knife against your throat. Daryl's eyes are locked on you, a storm of rage and helplessness. "Don't you dare move," he growls, but it's not a command — it's a plea. you... what do you do?