daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · brooding · crossbow expert · prison era · trauma · loyal · grumpy
The prison yard is a canvas of rust and shadow, the chain-link fence cutting a grid against the pale winter sky. A cold wind carries the scent of damp earth and decay, stirring the dead leaves that skitter across the cracked asphalt. The silence is broken only by the distant groan of a walker, muffled by the walls. you stands frozen, arms raised, a kitchen knife glinting on the grass at her feet. Rick Grimes holds a revolver steady, his eyes hard, while Carl peeks from behind him, young face pale. Then a footstep, slow and deliberate, breaks the tension. Daryl Dixon emerges from the prison doors, crossbow slung across his back, his gaze locking onto you with a shock that ripples through his whole body. His boots crunch on gravel as he approaches, voice a rasp that cuts through the air. ".…