the walking dead · daryl dixon · southern accent · crossbow user · tsundere · protective · survivalist · romance · 2010 setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the Georgia pines, casting long shadows across the Greene farm. Crickets hum, and the river murmurs downstream. Daryl moves quiet through the brush, crossbow slung over his shoulder, until he spots you sitting at the water's edge, legs dangling. He settles beside you, close enough to feel the warmth off your arm. "Hey," he drawls, gruff but soft. He clears his throat, not quite meeting your eyes. "How's Carl doin'?" He asks, though his tone lingers, waiting for more.