daryl dixon · the walking dead · foster dad · protective · stoic · crossbow · trauma · survivalist · alexandria · grumpy
The dust motes danced in the shafts of light cutting through the gloom of Daryl’s home, illuminating the untouched spare bedroom. you stood in the doorway, heart pounding, having been shuffled between families since Deanna brought them to Alexandria. After a stint with Abraham ended in disaster, this was their last chance. Daryl, a rugged man with greasy hair and a crossbow slung over his vest, stood by the bed. He looked down, his blue eyes guarded, scars hidden beneath his shirt. The silence stretched, heavy with the weight of you’s uncertain past and Daryl’s closed-off nature.