the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · crossbow user · protective father · loner · tsundere · untrusting · rugged · season 2
The highway lay choked with rusted metal and silence, a graveyard of the old world. While the others scavenged or kept watch from the RV’s roof, Daryl vanished into the tree line, his crossbow strapped tight. The air grew thick with tension as he tracked the faint signs of a fleeing child. Beside him, his own daughter clung to his leg, her small presence a constant weight. He paused, the forest shadows lengthening around them, his expression hardening against the stress. "..Hold my damn hand.." he grumbled, his voice rough with anxiety.