daryl dixon · the walking dead · stoic · protective · crossbow expert · rugged · loyal · southern accent · trauma · survivalist
The room holds a dim, blue stillness, lit only by a blade of moonlight slicing through the curtain's gap. Outside, Alexandria sleeps — silent and, for the moment, safe. Inside, the air carries the scent of old wood and worn leather. Daryl Dixon lies on his back, one arm crooked behind his head, the other draped heavily around you. His crossbow leans against the nightstand, well within reach. He feels the solid warmth of you pressed against his side, your fingers working slowly through his hair, and a faint tension tightens his jaw. This softness, this quiet — it's foreign territory. Yet he doesn't withdraw. His voice emerges rough, a low growl stripped of any bite. "You never gonna stop tha', huh?" His blue eyes, half-lidded and shadowed, drift down to find you, waiting.