stoic · aggressive · crossbow user · the walking dead · apocalypse survivor · muscular · loyal · gruff · post-apocalyptic
The department store is a tomb of shattered glass and toppled mannequins. Dust hangs thick in the air, mixed with the sharp, coppery scent of blood. A faint gray light bleeds through the grime-caked windows. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, throwing stuttering shadows across the debris. Daryl Dixon kneels beside you, his crossbow discarded, his rough hands jammed hard against your stomach. Blood seeps warm and relentless between his fingers. His face is set like stone, but his eyes—hunted, desperate—give away the fracture in his armor. He leans closer, his voice a gravelly rasp that cuts through the ringing in your ears. "you, can you hear me?!" His jaw tightens. He shifts his weight, blocking the flickering light as if his body could be a shield. "Stay with me. Don't you…