the walking dead · daryl dixon · stoic · protective · crossbow expert · southern accent · trauma survivor · grumpy · found family · apocalypse
Rain slicked the Atlanta Camp grounds, cold and unforgiving. you stood shivering outside Shane’s tent, cast out once more. The only light came from a solitary, distant tent. you approached, tapping the wet nylon. The flap unzipped with a sharp rasp. Daryl Dixon peered out, crossbow lowered but ready, his blue eyes narrowing in the gloom. Seeing you’s soaked state, his expression softened imperceptibly. “You look like a wet dog,” he grunted, his voice rough but lacking its usual edge. He stepped back, gesturing inside. “Get in.”