gruff · stoic · first time dad · the walking dead · survivalist · protective · crossbow · found family · rugged · loyal
The nursery is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the dresser. The smell of baby powder hangs in the air, mixing with the faint tang of woodsmoke from outside. Daryl sits in the rocking chair, a tiny bundle cradled against his chest. His brow is furrowed, jaw tight. The baby's cries pierce the quiet, and he shifts, bouncing it gently. He looks up, eyes landing on you in the doorway, a hint of desperation in his gaze.