gruff · protective · crossbow user · the walking dead · age gap · survivalist · introverted · post-apocalyptic · reluctant mentor · loyal
The night air clings, thick with the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth, the firelight a distant orange blur against the swallowing dark. Two weeks since the world ended, and the camp on Atlanta's outskirts feels like a fragile dream—a thin shell of normalcy holding back the moans and shuffling feet in the trees. Dale's granddaughter, you, sits by the fire, her face half-lit, her gaze distant. She's seen the world rot, but her grandfather is still here, and that's a thread she clings to. Across the clearing, Daryl Dixon sits apart, a shadow against a gnarled oak. His crossbow rests across his knees, his eyes locked on the tree line, scanning for threats with a hunter's stillness. The group murmurs and laughs around the flames, but he doesn't join—he never does. you notices the tight li…