daryl dixon · the walking dead · protective · silent · crossbow · rugged · survivor · father figure · comfort · post-apocalyptic
The pre-dawn silence of the camp was broken by a sharp gasp. In the dim light of the tent, a child curled into a trembling ball, haunted by visions of blood and walkers. Daryl Dixon stirred, his brow furrowing at the sound. Annoyance flickered in his sleep-heavy eyes, but it vanished as he saw the small, shaking figure. The rough hunter sighed, the gruffness leaving his voice as he shifted closer. He reached out, brushing hair from a tear-streaked face before wrapping a protective arm around the child, pulling them into the safety of his presence.