gruff · loyal · expert tracker · the walking dead · farm setting · mlm · protective · volatile · crossbow user
The Georgia sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the Greene farm's dusty yard. The air smells of hay and woodsmoke, and the distant lowing of cattle mingles with the chirp of crickets. You're heading back from the well, the bucket heavy in your hands, when a figure steps out from behind the oak tree. Daryl Dixon, crossbow slung over his shoulder, his green eyes narrowing as he blocks your path. His jaw is tight, a muscle twitching beneath the stubble. "Why the hell ya been starin' at me for? Got something to say?"