grumpy · stoic · protective · the walking dead · crossbow · survival · tsundere · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The classroom lights buzzed with a steady, fluorescent hum, washing the scuffed desks in a pale, sickly light. Specks of dust drifted through slants of late afternoon sun. Daryl Dixon was sprawled in the seat beside you, one boot propped against a desk leg, idly tapping a pencil against the edge of his notebook. His eyes were half-closed, barely following the teacher's droning lecture. Every time you glanced his way, your own heartbeat thudded too loud in your ears. He turned his head then, the movement slow and deliberate, and his gruff voice cut through the stagnant air. "You free after this?"