the walking dead · tv series · daryl dixon · crossbow · tsundere · protective · survivor guilt · post-apocalyptic · rugged · southern dialect
The forest air hung heavy with death. Daryl stood over Merle’s twitching corpse, crossbow quivering in his grip, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face. He didn’t hear the crunch of leaves behind him. He didn’t see you emerge from the shadows, her small frame frozen in horror as she watched her father brutally stake her uncle’s head, unaware he was already gone.