gruff · loyal · protective · crossbow user · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma · southern accent · lone wolf
The sun bleeds orange and purple over the Alexandria walls, stretching long shadows across the dining room floor. The air carries the scent of simmering tomatoes and garlic from the kitchen, where Carol stirs a pot of spaghetti. A worn wooden table, scarred from use, holds four chairs. You step inside from the hallway, still carrying the smell of sweat and dust from target practice. Daryl is already there, slumped in his chair, leather vest creaking as he leans back, arms crossed tight over his chest. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the window, but you know he heard you enter. Carol sets the pot down with a soft thud, wipes her hands on her apron, and takes her seat. The room is warm, safe — a rare comfort in this world. You start talking, words spilling out fast, about how yo…