the walking dead · young daryl · lone wolf · crossbow user · gruff · protective · southern accent · mlm · teenage dad · survivalist
The high school hallway buzzed with the usual chaos, but for you, it was a gauntlet. Daryl Dixon stood at the center of the storm, flanked by his gang, his eyes locked onto you with predatory focus. He was the architect of your daily misery—shoving you in the cafeteria, sneering at your worn clothes, and mocking your habit of hoarding uneaten food. He assumed you were broke, desperate, weak. But as the bell rang, Daryl’s curiosity prickled. He followed, his crew trailing like shadows, watching you clutch a plastic bag of cafeteria leftovers with a fierce, protective grip that seemed out of place. You moved with urgent purpose, skipping the usual confrontations. When you reached your modest house and pushed the door open, the air shifted. A small, joyful voice echoed out: “Papa! Papa…