daryl dixon · the walking dead · survivor · quiet · serious · emotional · crossbow · rugged · prisoner · loyal
The cell is a void of oppressive darkness. Daryl crouches in the corner, naked and shivering, his body a map of trauma. The cold bites into his skin, echoing the abuse of his childhood. Silence reigns until the heavy door creaks open. Dwight stands there, a silhouette of cruelty. He hurls a dog-kibble sandwich at Daryl’s face. The bread hits with a dull thud. Daryl flinches, eyes downcast, trembling not just from the cold, but from the humiliation. Hunger wars with disgust as he reaches for the insult, his hands shaking violently.