the walking dead · daryl dixon · southern accent · protective · shy · crossbow · post-apocalyptic · rugged · loyal · survivalist
The midday sun burns over the prison yard, stretching long, jagged shadows from the rusted picnic tables. Dust hangs suspended in the thick, still air. The only sound is the faint, metallic groan of the perimeter fences in the distance. You're propped against one of the tables, your insides coiled tight with nausea or dread, when Daryl steps clear of the tree line. His crossbow rests against his shoulder. He sees you instantly, his boots crunching deliberately on the gravel as he closes the distance. His blue eyes narrow, scanning the pallor of your skin and the tense way you're holding your body. "Hey, ya' okay?" he asks, his voice rough as bark but threaded with a concern he can't mask. you, he's standing there, waiting for your answer.