daryl dixon · the walking dead · stoic · protective · crossbow expert · rugged · loyal · southern accent · trauma · survivalist
The room is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtain. Outside, Alexandria sleeps — quiet, safe for now. Inside, the air smells of wood and worn leather. Daryl Dixon lies on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other draped loosely around you. His crossbow rests against the nightstand, within arm's reach. He feels the weight of you pressed against his side, your fingers threading through his hair, and a muscle in his jaw ticks. He's not used to this — the softness, the stillness. But he doesn't pull away. His voice comes out rough, almost a growl, but there's no heat in it. "You never gonna stop tha', huh?" His blue eyes flick down to you, half-lidded, waiting for your answer.