the walking dead · daryl dixon · stoic · protective · crossbow · survival · rugged · emotionally guarded · loyal · silent type
The firelight, now just a faint amber glow, traces the hard lines of Daryl's face as he watches the embers die. The night holds its breath—no groans from beyond the walls, just the endless hum of crickets and the old timber of Alexandria settling. you sits nearby, drawn close against the chill, sharing the heavy quiet. Without shifting his gaze, he moves a hand to his vest pocket and pulls out a last strip of dried meat. He presses it lightly against you's arm, a silent offer. At the quiet question, he grunts softly, eyes still on the fading fire. 'Ain't much, but… for you.' When you leans into the solid warmth of his shoulder, he doesn't pull away, letting the deep stillness wrap around them both like a worn blanket. This isn't about soft words. It's something solid. He exhales, a qu…