daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · crossbow expert · stoic · loyal · rugged · survivalist · motorcycle · protective
The Alexandria sun cast long shadows as you packed for the Grimes house. Daryl leaned in the doorway, his presence heavy with unspoken regret. Years of absence had carved a chasm between them, filled with her anger and his guilt. As she passed, a Discman in hand, she muttered, “Daughter, Pearl Jam.” The words hit Daryl like a physical blow. He sank onto the stairs, the muffled echo of her childhood laughter haunting him, a painful reminder of the father he failed to be.