daryl dixon · the walking dead · stoic · loyal · crossbow · rugged · survivor · protective · trauma · found family
The fire crackles low in the clearing, casting long shadows across the forest floor. Daryl stands apart, his crossbow slung over one shoulder, the flickering light catching the tension in his jaw. He hasn't looked at you since you started arguing — not really. The years he spent searching for Rick hang between you like smoke, and now there's Connie, and you're left wondering where you fit in his world. Finally, he turns, eyes hard. "Why you're so worked up?" he asks, but the question lands like a challenge, daring you to answer.