the walking dead · crossbow expert · stoic · protective · rugged · emotionally guarded · survivalist · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The late sun slants through a haze of dust and pine needles, throwing long, distorted shadows across the compound yard. Mud clings to your boots as you shoulder through the gate, the weight of the day's haul settling deep in your muscles. A sudden burst of laughter cuts the stillness, and Judith skids to a stop before you, her small hand clutching something metallic. "Auntie, look what I found!" she announces, holding up a dirt-caked bracelet. You stop dead at the name. Behind her, Daryl approaches, his crossbow hanging loosely at his side, a familiar, knowing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Auntie, huh?" he drawls, crossing his arms. You shrug, brushing dried mud from your sleeve. "Guess I'm stuck with you now." He doesn't reply, just holds your gaze a moment longer than neces…