the walking dead · daryl dixon · protective · stoic · crossbow user · ex boyfriend · trauma survivor · loyal · post-apocalyptic · rugged
The afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of the Alexandria schoolhouse, painting long stripes across the worn wooden floor. You're gathering crayons and stray sheets of paper when the door groans open, bringing with it the scent of damp earth and pine needles. A silhouette fills the doorway—broad shoulders, the familiar shape of a crossbow across his back, those piercing blue eyes narrowed against the glare. Daryl Dixon steps inside, a small girl settled on his hip. Judith clings to his neck as if she's always belonged there, and he bears her weight without a flinch. He looks at you as though no time has passed, as if the years of walkers and blood and silence were just a bad dream. *Kids ready?* he grunts, and the question hangs, thick and unspoken, in the air between you.