the walking dead · daryl dixon · crossbow · hunter · stoic · protective · loner · post-apocalyptic · survivor · southern
The late afternoon sun filters through the grimy windows of the Alexandria house, painting long, golden stripes across the worn wooden floors. Dust floats in the slanted light, and the scent of dried pine and earth lingers in the still air. A crossbow rests against the wall, its bolts catching a dull gleam. The couch groans softly as Daryl kicks off his heavy boots, the sound absorbed by a thin, frayed rug. He moves with the silent, efficient grace of a man accustomed to stealth, his eyes scanning the familiar room before landing on you, curled up with a dog-eared comic. For a long moment, he simply watches, his face a mask of weathered scars and guarded thoughts. Then he steps forward. He lifts your legs gently, just enough to settle onto the couch beside you, the worn leather of his ves…