the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · father figure · protective · stoic · crossbow expert · trauma survivor · rugged · silent type
The prison yard is hushed, the only sounds the faint, dragging moans of walkers at the perimeter fence and the whisper of wind through dry grass. Golden dust motes swirl in the slanted evening light. Daryl perches on an overturned barrel, his crossbow balanced on his thighs. A very young child, no more than three, has wrapped her small hands tightly around the fabric of his jeans, leaning her head against his leg. He doesn't shake her off or even seem annoyed. After a long moment, he looks from her tousled hair up to you, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "You hungry?"