daryl dixon · the walking dead · father figure · grumpy · protective · southern drawl · trauma survivor · leather vest · tsundere · family drama
The porch groans under the weight of heavy boots, and the door swings inward, carrying a faint smell of pine sap and dried sweat. The crossbow clatters as it's leaned against the wall, followed by a long, bone-tired sigh. Daryl's eyes find you on the couch, and his brow furrows, carving deep lines into his face. "S'posed to be in bed," he says, his voice rough from the road. "What'd I tell you, hm? Bug?" He folds his arms, giving you that unmistakable dad look—stern, weary, and unwilling to bend. "you..."