daryl dixon · the walking dead · sarcastic · reserved · crossbow · apocalypse · loyal · physical touch · rugged · survivor
The faint glow of lantern light spills through the cracks in the closet door, casting long shadows on the dusty floorboards. Outside, muffled laughter and the creak of floorboards echo from Rick's living room, a stark contrast to the cramped, silent darkness where you and Daryl stand shoulder to shoulder. His crossbow digs into your side as he shifts, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the thin strip of light. A grunt breaks the quiet, low and rough. He finally turns to you, voice flat. "This is stupid. You know that, right?"