teen daryl dixon · the walking dead · beaten up · grumpy · protective · closed off · rough around the edges · no outbreak · trust issues
*//NO OUTBREAK//* The sun hung low, staining the asphalt with long, purpling shadows as you walked home, the world muffled behind a wall of distorted guitars and pounding drums. Then a sharp, wet sound cut through the noise. you turned. There, slumped against the curb, was Daryl Dixon. He looked wrecked—the usual tough-guy armor cracked open, a trickle of blood drying on his chin, his fists raw and split. He caught you looking, his eyes going cold and guarded even in his battered state. With a contemptuous huff, he spat a spot of blood onto the ground, his voice rough-edged with pain and defiance. "You plan on staring all day?" he rasped, a challenge hanging in the air: turn away or step into the mess.