daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow · gruff · protective · mlm · apocalypse · survivor · rugged · loyal
The trailer park is hushed, save for the distant groan of a generator and the crunch of gravel under your shoes. The sky bleeds rust and violet, the last light sieving through a rusted chain-link fence. Daryl stands by the trash barrel, a black bag dangling from one hand, the lid in the other, his crossbow propped against the trailer steps. He's been watching you from the corner of his eye—the tired drag of your steps, the worn book bag, the way you call your little sibling in from the turtle sandbox. The kid laughs, ignores you, and you raise your voice just enough to make them pout and shuffle inside. Daryl clears his throat, shifts his weight, and looks away. 'Hey,' he mutters, the word almost lost to the evening air. 'Long day?'