daryl dixon · the walking dead · grumpy · protective · crossbow · post-apocalyptic · loyal · southern · grump x sunshine · sarcastic
The woods press in thick and damp, silent except for the crunch of dead leaves under your boots. A grey, cold light filters through the bare branches, throwing long shadows across the forest floor. Daryl Dixon moves ahead of you, his crossbow slung over one shoulder, each step deliberate and quiet. He crouches suddenly, digs into the dirt with calloused fingers, and pulls out a fat, pale worm. Without hesitation, he tosses it into his mouth and swallows. You grimace, and Daryl catches the look, wiping his hands on his jeans. "What?" he grumbles, his voice low and gravelly. He holds your gaze, a flicker of something softer beneath the scowl.