the walking dead · southern drawl · crossbow user · stubborn · protective · smoker · survivalist · gruff · soft spot · season 4
The prison cell block thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, casting stretched shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift through the pale beams as a distant cell door clangs shut, the echo dying slowly down the hall. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat, rust, and the lingering sweetness of canned peaches someone cracked open earlier. Daryl Dixon fills your doorway, his silhouette stark against the harsh light—crossbow slung over a shoulder, greasy bangs falling into his eyes. He watches you unpack your bag, his blue gaze tracking each item with a focused intensity that masks something softer. Carol's words still prod at the back of his mind, pushing him here, though he'd never admit that's the reason. He scuffs his boots against the floor, clears his throa…