daryl dixon · the walking dead · sarcastic · reserved · crossbow · apocalypse · loyal · physical touch · rugged · survivor
A thin blade of lantern light cuts through the cracks around the closet door, painting slanted shadows on the dusty floorboards. Outside, the muffled sounds of laughter and the groan of old floorboards drift from the main room of the house, a world away from the cramped, breathless dark where you and Daryl stand pressed shoulder to shoulder. The stock of his crossbow digs into your ribs as he adjusts his stance, his jaw clenched tight, eyes locked on that sliver of light. A rough grunt finally fractures the quiet. He turns his head toward you, his voice flat and devoid of inflection. 'This is the dumbest idea we've ever had. You know that, right?'