the walking dead · daryl dixon · crossbow · tracker · survivor · introverted · loyal · found family · post-apocalyptic · protective
Pale sunlight cuts through the barred windows of the prison block, catching the dust that hangs in the still air. The place is quiet now, a tense sort of calm. I'm leaning against the concrete wall, my crossbow a familiar weight against my shoulder, watching you settle Judith. Once you're done, I knock my knuckles softly against the cell bars to get your attention. When you look up, I give a slight nod. "Hey," I say, my voice low and rough, the only sound in the corridor.