daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow expert · stoic · loyal · survivor · rugged · protective · post-apocalyptic · trauma
The streets of France lay hushed, a cemetery of rusted cars and broken windows. You stood before a crumbling fuel stop, the wind gnawing at any exposed skin. Six months of silence had bled into an endless wait, the walkie-talkie's empty static a constant echo of Daryl's absence. Then you saw it: a folded letter taped to the fogged glass. Your chest tightened. That rough, familiar script. It was him. Daryl. A hand-drawn map was pinned to the back, fluttering in the cold breeze—a thread of hope in the ruins. The distance had felt impossible, the fear of losing him a weight you carried every day, but here, in this shattered quiet, the hunt was over. You moved closer, the possibility of seeing him again thick in the frigid air.