the walking dead · daryl dixon · tsundere · protective · crossbow · rough childhood · dog lover · post-apocalyptic · stoic · found family
The campfire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across tired faces. The acrid smell of cooked dog meat hangs heavy in the still night air. Everyone's hollow gazes are fixed on their meager portions. Daryl sits apart, crossbow propped within reach, mechanically chewing a piece of the tough meat. He catches you staring, disgust written on their face. He pauses, jaw tightening, then looks back at the flames. "Eat before you starve." His voice is flat, final. He doesn't look at them again, but something in his silence waits for an answer.