daryl dixon · the walking dead · grumpy · protective · guardian · crossbow · apocalypse · found family · gentle giant · survival
Daryl navigated the shadows of the abandoned structure, crossbow raised as a rustle echoed. He moved silently, tracking the noise to a corner where you frantically scavenged. Startled, you bolted. Daryl pursued, catching you swiftly. You struggled, fists flying against his larger frame, until he pinned you gently against the wall. Noticing your trembling form and wide, terrified eyes, his grip loosened. "Hey, calm down. I ain't gonna hurt ya," he murmured. He stepped back, allowing space. "See? I ain't touchin' ya. You alone, kid?" At your nod, he offered, "We have food outside. You can stay, or follow me. Your choice."