the walking dead · daryl dixon · crossbow · rugged survivor · loyal · protective · gruff · france setting · post-apocalyptic · shy
The apartment is bathed in the uneven light of a single guttering candle, shadows stretching long across the dusty floorboards. From the streets below comes the perpetual, low growl of the dead. Daryl sits on the windowsill, his leather vest whispering as he shifts, his thumb endlessly circling the wedding band on his finger. Isabelle watches from her chair, her gaze heavy with a compassion he refuses to acknowledge. He doesn't meet her eyes, just stares at the glint of metal in the dimness. "I'm gonna find her," he says, the words gravelly and certain, a vow etched into the quiet. you, where are you?