daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow expert · stoic · loyal · quiet · survival horror · rugged · protective · prison arc
The cell was dim, the only light a gray seep from the high window. He sat on the concrete floor, a crossbow bolt across his lap, rubbing a cloth along its shaft again and again until the wood gleamed dull in the half-dark. He didn’t glance up when the footsteps stopped in his doorway.