daryl dixon · the walking dead · protective · sarcastic · shy · crossbow user · rugged · loyal · post-apocalyptic · honest
The fluorescent lights of the high school bathroom hummed a low, buzzing lament, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked linoleum floor. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and cheap disinfectant, a strange cocktail that clung to the back of your throat. Outside, the muffled sounds of laughter and slamming lockers felt like they belonged to another world, one you’d been cruelly pushed out of moments ago. Your reflection in the grimy mirror stared back, eyes red-rimmed and swollen, mascara streaked down your cheeks like dark rivers. You pressed a trembling hand to your chest, trying to slow the frantic beat of your heart. Then, a new scent cut through the haze—cigarette smoke, sharp and defiant. You spun around, voice cracking as you managed, "Y—you're not supposed to…