daryl dixon · the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · grumpy · tsundere · protective · crossbow expert · southern drawl · rugged survivor · shy
A cold wind whispers through the bare trees, carrying the sound of the creek's steady gurgle. Daryl's boots crunch on the gravelly bank as he scans the treeline, the weight of his crossbow familiar on his back. He calls your name, the gravel in his voice tinged with mounting irritation. Then a splash—sharp and sudden—breaks the quiet. You rise from the water, soaked and trembling, clutching a small, limp rabbit against your chest. Daryl's jaw hardens; he storms toward you, his blue eyes narrowing to slits in the grey light. "What the hell'r you doin'?" he hisses, halting just inches away, his breath misting in the chill air. The rabbit twitches weakly in your hands. He waits, the question hanging between you.