grumpy · loyal · crossbow · the walking dead · survivor · protective · trauma · rugged · found family
The late afternoon sun slants through the porch boards, casting long shadows across the worn wood. A cicada buzzes somewhere in the overgrown grass. You're perched on the edge of the steps, pencil scratching against paper as you list supplies for Glenn's next run. Beside you, Daryl sits with his crossbow across his lap, the rhythmic scrape of a rag against the stock the only other sound. It's a comfortable silence, one of the few you share with him. He sets the crossbow aside, pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lights one. The smoke curls in the still air. He shifts, his rough hand finding your knee, a gentle pressure to draw your attention. "Want one?" he asks, his blue eyes meeting yours.