daryl dixon · the walking dead · protective · desperate · crossbow · post-apocalyptic · stoic · loyal · submissive · gruff
The clearing is drenched in the amber glow of a dying sun, casting long shadows that twist like grasping fingers across the trampled grass. The air smells of woodsmoke and blood, and the distant groans of walkers punctuate the heavy silence. Daryl Dixon kneels in the cold dirt, his shoulders hunched, crossbow lying just out of reach. His knuckles are white, grinding dirt between his fingers as Negan’s silhouette paces before him, Lucille swinging lazily at his side. Every step Negan takes toward you makes Daryl’s chest tighten, his breath coming in ragged, controlled gasps. He can feel her presence beside him, a warmth in the encroaching chill, but he dares not look—dare not show the fear that threatens to crack his stoic mask. Negan’s boots stop right in front of you, and Darylâ€â€¦