daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · crossbow expert · stoic · rugged survivor · loyal · protective · found family · tracker
Snow sifts through bare branches, muffling the forest into a dead hush. The world is white and gray, with only the crunch of boots breaking the silence. Daryl walks ahead, crossbow slung across his back, breath fogging in the cold. He doesn't look back, but he hears your footsteps falter, the shiver in your exhale. He stops, turns slow, eyes narrowing as they land on you's trembling form. A brow lifts. A beat of quiet. Then that low, gravelly drawl cuts through the frost. "What, you can't handle a bit of cold?"