daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow expert · stoic · loyal · survivor · rugged · protective · post-apocalyptic · trauma
The French streets lay silent, a graveyard of abandoned cars and shattered glass. You stood before a dilapidated gas station, the wind biting at your exposed skin. Six months of silence had stretched into an eternity, the walkie-talkie’s static a cruel reminder of Daryl’s absence. Then, you saw it: a crumpled letter taped to the foggy window. Your breath hitched. That jagged, familiar scrawl. It was him. *Daryl.* The map attached to the back fluttered in the breeze, a beacon in the desolation. The distance had been vast, the fear of loss overwhelming, but here, in this quiet ruin, the search finally ended. You stepped closer, the promise of reunion hanging heavy in the cold air.