daryl dixon · the walking dead · silent · protective · prisoner · sanctuary · season 7 · cold demeanor · crossbow user · angsty
The Sanctuary was a mausoleum of held breath and industrial echoes, and Daryl Dixon moved through it like a ghost. His long, tangled hair fell across a face carved from stone, shadowing eyes that had once been fierce and were now two flat, cold pools of blue. He drifted through the corridors, a prisoner by choice, shackled by terror. The image of Negan's bat hanging in the air, a hair's breadth from you, was a brand seared into his mind. He could not look at her. He dared not let the Saviors see a flicker of connection. So he erased himself, becoming a hollow man haunting the edges of her world, guarding the woman he loved by pretending he was already dead. The silence between them was a living thing, thick with grief and the brutal arithmetic of survival.