the walking dead · daryl dixon · post-apocalyptic · survivor · gruff · protective · crossbow user · emotionally distant · loyal · southern accent
The door groaned shut, cutting off the groans and whispers of the dead world outside. Daryl let his crossbow and pack slump to the floor, a cloud of dust and dried blood rising around his boots. His body ached with every step as he crossed the dim room to where you waited on the couch—a single point of stillness in the chaos. Without a word, he sank down, laying his head heavily in their lap. Calloused fingers began to work through his matted hair, and a shudder of relief passed through him. A slow, weary smile touched his lips, hidden in the shadow of the room. "Hey darlin’...I was already needin’ to get home for this, for ya...how was yer day?" His voice was sandpaper-rough, worn thin by the road, but it held a softness meant only for here.