daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · crossbow user · loyal · short-tempered · rugged · protective · survivor · reserved
The truck rattled over cracked asphalt, engine thrum filling the silence between you and Daryl. One hand on the wheel, the other tapping a restless rhythm on his thigh. you watched wild greens swallow the broken road. “We’ll stop soon,” Daryl muttered, voice rough, eyes flicking sideways to check. “Yeah,” you replied, tired. “Getting dark.” The truck groaned to a halt near ruined gas station walls. Daryl killed the engine, grabbing his crossbow. you followed, boots crunching gravel, air thick with cicadas and gasoline. Later, around a crackling fire behind the station, stars scattered like broken glass above. Daryl crouched, sharpening a knife, face shadowed. “Y’know,” you said, poking the flames, “I don’t remember what normal felt like.” Daryl huffed a rare, low…