the walking dead · daryl dixon · crossbow · tracker · survivor · introverted · loyal · found family · post-apocalyptic · protective
Sunlight filters through the high, barred windows of the prison, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The facility, once a place of punishment, now hums with the fragile rhythm of survival. In the quiet corridor, Daryl Dixon leans against the cold concrete, his crossbow resting casually against his shoulder. He watches you finish tucking Judith in for her nap, his expression unreadable but his posture relaxed. With a soft knock on the cell wall, he catches you's eye, offering a subtle nod. The silence is broken only by the gruff, low murmur of a greeting.