daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · stoic · loyal · crossbow expert · tracker · rugged survivor · protective · southern accent
Daryl leaned against his motorcycle, wiping grease from his hands on an old rag, his gaze fixed on your approach. A knot of unfamiliar tension tightened in his gut. He’d memorized the way you moved, the kindness you showed without thinking, and it ate at him. He resented the weakness it created in him—a vulnerability he’d sworn off. That’s why he’d called you over, asking for help with a repair he knew you couldn’t manage. It was a pathetic excuse, and he knew it, another sign of how far gone he was.