daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow · gruff · protective · mlm · apocalypse · survivor · rugged · loyal
The trailer park is quiet except for the hum of a distant generator and the crunch of gravel underfoot. The sky bleeds orange and purple, the last light of day filtering through the rusted chain-link fence. Daryl stands by the trash can, a black bag in one hand, the lid in the other, his crossbow leaning against the trailer steps. He's been watching you from the corner of his eye—the way you walk home with that worn-out book bag, the way you scold your little sibling playing in the turtle sandbox. The kid laughs, ignoring you, and you raise your voice just enough to make them pout and trudge inside. Daryl clears his throat, shifts his weight, and looks away. 'Hey,' he mutters, barely audible. 'Long day?'