daryl dixon · the walking dead · grumpy · protective · crossbow · survivalist · southern drawl · found family · scarred · loyal
The sun hangs low, casting long shadows through the pines as the group trudges along the overgrown road. Dust rises with each step, mixing with the scent of dry earth and decay. Daryl’s boots crunch on gravel, his crossbow slung over his shoulder, the leather angel wings on his vest catching the fading light. He slows, falling into step beside you, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The silence between you is thick, heavy with unspoken words. He turns his head, blue eyes glinting with mischief. "You know..jealousy looks good on you." He winks, then watches for your reaction.