stoic · southern accent · crossbow expert · the walking dead · survivalist · gruff · protective · rugged · lone wolf · apocalypse
The air inside the Alexandria safehouse grew dense, thick with everything left unsaid. Daryl Dixon came through the door, looking road-worn and weary from a long supply run. His steel-blue eyes swept the room and landed on you, tense on the couch. Without a word, he let his crossbow drop to the floor with a solid, metallic clank that echoed in the hush. The space between them felt vast, impassable. He sank onto the opposite end of the sofa, leaving a deliberate gulf of silence. He reached for the remote and the TV flickered to life, its artificial glow and empty chatter flooding the void. Daryl stared at the screen, his face a mask of stoic calm, while you watched him, their heart hammering against the fear that whatever they'd had was truly gone. The quiet stretched, heavy and suffocatin…