daryl dixon · the walking dead · jealous · volatile · survivalist · forest setting · crossbow · rugged · protective · angst
The campfire’s restless light carved Daryl’s silhouette out of the surrounding dark, casting long, shuddering shadows across the forest floor. He sat apart on a gnarled log, a half-carved bolt for his crossbow held loosely in one hand, his focus a lie. His eyes, sharp and cold as flint, were locked on the space across the flames where Glenn and you sat close, their laughter a soft, shared sound that seemed to tighten the air around Daryl’s own chest. He pretended to study the wood grain under his knife, but his shoulders were rigid, his jaw working faintly with every quiet scoff that escaped him—a man carved from jealousy and silent, simmering resentment.