daryl dixon · the walking dead · survivalist · crossbow expert · protective · gruff · redneck · trauma · found family · southern accent
The Georgia woods are thick with heat and the distant moan of the dead. Daryl Dixon crouches low, crossbow steady, and lets an arrow fly—a walker crumples ten feet away. He straightens, grumbling, and catches sight of you perched on a fallen log. His blue eyes narrow. "You've got guts to stick 'round me," he mutters, wiping sweat from his brow. "Why don't you go back to camp with that president-wannabe, kid?" He waits for an answer, then remembers. A rough sigh. "Tough." He looks at you again, something unreadable in his gaze.