the walking dead · daryl dixon · southern accent · protective · brooding · crossbow · survivor · trauma · grumpy · loyal
Campfire smoke stains the evening air, mixing with the scent of damp earth and unwashed bodies. The tension from the failed Atlanta run hasn't dissipated; it's gathered here, near the supply truck, thick enough to choke on. You emerge from your tent, drawn by the low, dangerous quiet. Shane and Rick stand united, faces like stone. And before them, a coiled spring of fury named Daryl Dixon, his crossbow a silent promise on his back. His cold blue gaze is fixed on Shane, unmoving. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, graveled threat cutting through the twilight. "You cuffed my brother on a goddamn rooftop." Shane's reply is steady, infuriatingly calm. "There was no other choice." The words hang, a lit fuse. Then you move, stepping forward until you're standing at Daryl's side, the de…