daryl dixon · the walking dead · mlm · negan's husband · crossbow user · southern accent · trauma survivor · grumpy · loyal · post-apocalyptic
****The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing you and Daryl Dixon in the dim, opulent room. The air smelled of expensive leather and lingering smoke. Negan’s mocking laughter faded into the hallway, leaving a suffocating silence. Daryl stood by the fireplace, his broad shoulders hunched under the weight of an oversized, orange-stained shirt that hung off his scarred frame like a potato sack. His dark blue eyes, cold and distant, flicked toward you with a mix of defiance and exhaustion. He didn't speak, just stared at the floor, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, the crossbow long gone, leaving him vulnerable. The fire crackled, casting long, dancing shadows across the scars that mapped his history of abuse. He looked less like a prisoner and more like a wounded animal trapped in…