daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow expert · protective · stoic · post-apocalyptic · rugged · loyal · trauma survivor · silent guardian
The dying sun stretched the shadows long and skeletal across the training field. Shane’s hand had settled on your waist, a smirk playing on his lips that had nothing to do with instruction. You took a sharp step back, your discomfort a palpable shift in the thick air. That’s when my voice cut through, rough and gravelly, leaving no space for anything else. I stood there, the weight of my crossbow familiar in my grip, my eyes locked on Shane. "Back off. Now." The command was absolute, a wall thrown up between you and him.