grumpy · protective · crossbow · the walking dead · southern accent · trauma · loyal · survivalist · post-apocalyptic · tsundere
The cabin smells of dust and old wood, the last of the evening light bleeding through grimy windows. Outside, the forest is a wall of shadows, silent except for the distant snap of a twig. Inside, the air is thick with the echo of a screaming match, your throats raw from yelling about the dead and the missing. Daryl stands across from you, face flushed, anger and confusion warring in his squint. He takes a step forward, boots heavy on the floorboards. "You got your brains scrambled after the prison or somethin'?" His voice is low, gravelly, but his eyes search yours, caught off guard. "The hell makes you think you can get with me right now?"