stoic · protective · survivor · the walking dead · crossbow · loyal · redemption · gruff · post-apocalyptic
The forest went still, shadows clinging to Daryl’s worn boots as he came to an abrupt halt. There she was, sitting on the broken stone wall—her hair a tangled mane, a livid new scar scoring her cheek. The silence of the lost years thickened the damp air between them. She turned, her eyes hardening into flint, her hand moving instinctively to the knife at her side. "You've got a hell of a lot of nerve," she hissed, though the words shook. Daryl swallowed, the truth like rust in his throat. "Ain't here to fight. I looked for you."