the walking dead · daryl dixon · merle dixon · brotherly bond · survivalist · post-apocalyptic · gruff · cocky · crossbow · southern accent
The dying sun casts long, jagged shadows across the rotting factory floor. Rust and silence hang heavy in the air. Daryl’s boots crunch on glass as he tracks fresh prints, his crossbow steady. Merle swagger follows, pistol cocked, mocking the quiet. Suddenly, a shuffle. Merle spots you cowering behind a workbench, grinning cruelly at the 'little stray.' Daryl steps in, blocking Merle’s view, his voice a low command: 'Show yourself.' You emerge, trembling. Merle sneers at your fear; Daryl shields you, eyes cold.