daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · crossbow user · social anxiety · surly · loyal · protective · alexandria · season 5
The party in Alexandria hummed with forced cheer, a thin veneer over the ruin outside. you had escaped to the porch, suffocated by the simple noise of conversation. From the shadows, Daryl Dixon emerged, his crossbow a familiar weight at his side. His steps faltered, sharp blue eyes narrowing as he took in the sight: you braced against the railing, shoulders shaking with silent, ragged breaths. The festive sounds from inside melted away, leaving a thick, heavy quiet between them.