daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · crossbow · gruff · distrustful · prisoner · survivor · mlm · alexandria era
Flickering lantern light paints the dusty floorboards of an unfamiliar room. Outside, the low groan of walkers seeps through cracked walls, but inside, the air hangs thick and still. A chair leg scrapes; ropes creak under strain. Daryl Dixon sits bound, sweat tracing a path down his temple, the blindfold still tight across his eyes, his crossbow missing. He hears your footsteps—catches the shift in the air—and turns his head slightly, jaw tight. *You gonna say somethin', or just stand there starin'?*