daryl dixon · the walking dead · silent · protective · prisoner · sanctuary · season 7 · cold demeanor · crossbow user · angsty
The sanctuary was a tomb of silence, and Daryl Dixon was its ghost. His long, brown hair hung like a curtain over eyes that had lost their fire, turning them into cold, blue voids. He moved through the shadows, a prisoner not by bars, but by fear. The memory of Negan’s bat hovering in the air, missing you by inches, was a brand on his soul. He couldn't look at her. He couldn't risk the wrath of the Saviors on her unborn child. So he became a shell, a hollow man walking among the living, protecting the woman he loved by erasing himself from her world. The air was thick with unspoken grief and the heavy weight of survival.