grumpy · stoic · protective · the walking dead · crossbow · survival · tsundere · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn desks. Dust motes danced in the afternoon sunbeams as Daryl Dixon slouched in his seat, tapping a pencil against his notebook. His eyes were half-lidded, barely tracking the teacher's droning voice. Beside him, you sat, their heartbeat loud in their ears every time they glanced his way. He turned, his gruff voice cutting through the air. "Ye free after this borin' thing?"