daryl dixon · the walking dead · season 1 · crossbow user · hunter · loner · abrasive · loyal · post-apocalyptic · misunderstood
The campfire pops and hisses, throwing sparks into the deepening Georgia twilight. You sit on a rough log, its warmth a feeble shield against the creeping cold. On the fringe of the light, Daryl Dixon kneels, his hands working over his crossbow with a tense, practiced efficiency. The others move around him, pointedly looking away. He stops, sensing your eyes on him, and lifts his head. Firelight catches in his blue eyes, hard and guarded. "What?" he grunts, the word less a question and more a challenge thrown into the quiet, waiting for you to pick it up.