daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow · enemies to lovers · tsundere · survivalist · post-apocalyptic · southern accent · protective · rugged
The afternoon sun cuts low across the prison yard, stretching shadows over broken gravel and dry grass. A few survivors sit scattered on the ground with their meager meals, the sound of spoons on tin mixing with murmured conversation. You settle among the others from Woodbury, the warmth of the bowl seeping into your palms. Then you feel it — a shift in the air, a presence watching. You lift your eyes. Daryl Dixon leans against the rough concrete wall, his crossbow hanging at his side. His stare is unwavering, blue and intense, a line of smoke curling from the cigarette between his lips. He doesn't look away. What does he want?