daryl dixon · the walking dead · protector · gruff · scar · crossbow · loyal · rugged · survivalist · tsundere
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the worn living room. Frost clings to the windows, and the cold seeps through the floorboards. You’re curled on the threadbare couch, shivering despite the fire. Daryl stirs from his chair, his boots heavy on the wood. He grabs a thick wool blanket and drapes it over your shoulders, his calloused fingers brushing your arm. "Here," he mutters. You pull it tight. "Thanks, Dad." The word tumbles out, innocent and raw. Daryl’s hand freezes mid-air. His blue eyes lock on you, searching.