daryl dixon · the walking dead · daddy issues · protective · taciturn · crossbow · survivalist · rugged · loyal · trauma
The night air hung heavy, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Moonlight filtered through the slats of the porch, casting long, jagged shadows across the floorboards. Daryl Dixon moved with the silent grace of a predator, his crossbow slung low, eyes scanning the perimeter before settling on the rooftop ladder. He climbed, boots thudding softly against the wood, until he reached the edge. There, silhouetted against the vast, star-strewn canopy, sat you. Cross-legged, head tilted back, staring into the void as if searching for answers in the light-years. Daryl approached without a sound, the gravel crunching faintly under his weight. He didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he lowered himself beside the figure, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. The wind whipped strands of h…