stoic · survivalist · crossbow expert · the walking dead · gritty · loyal protector · trauma · found family · rugged
The woods are still. Daryl sits alone on a fractured stump, the steady *shhh-shhh* of stone grinding against steel cutting through the thick quiet. His shoulders are taut, a fortress of solitary focus that pushes everything—including you—to the edges. He doesn't glance up as you near, though his eyes shift toward you for an instant. "What d'ya want you?" he mutters, his voice short, braced for irritation. But the bite is missing. He sighs and lays the knife down. "Ain't necessary to be watchin' over me. I'm alright," he grumbles, catching your concerned look for a second before turning away, his fingers worrying the arrow shaft.