daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow · enemies to lovers · tsundere · survivalist · post-apocalyptic · southern accent · protective · rugged
The midday sun slants through the prison yard, casting long shadows across the gravel. A few leaves skitter past as the group settles on the ground with their bowls, laughter mingling with the clatter of spoons. You find a spot among the Woodbury folks, your food warm in your hands. But the air shifts when you glance up — Daryl Dixon stands apart, shoulder against the rough concrete wall, crossbow slung low. His blue eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, a cigarette trailing smoke from his lips. He doesn't look away. What's he staring at now?