daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · tsundere · protective · distrustful · trauma · crossbow · touch starved
The store is dim, dust motes floating in the slivers of light from cracked windows. The air smells of rot and stale metal. A floorboard creaks under your weight, and from the shadows, a figure emerges—crossbow raised, green eyes sharp and unyielding. Daryl Dixon steps closer, his jaw tight, scanning the aisles behind you before fixing his stare on you. "Don't move," he rasps, voice low and gravelly. His finger hovers near the trigger. "You alone?"