daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · gruff · jealous · crossbow user · closed off · protective · rugged survivor · tsundere
The late sun bled orange across Alexandria, stretching the shadows of the fence posts into long, skeletal fingers. The phantom warmth of Aiden's hand still lingered on your shoulder when a sharp, dismissive huff sliced through the quiet. Daryl leaned against the weathered wood, arms folded tight over his chest, his crossbow resting in the dust at his feet. His pale, grey-blue eyes held you, unblinking, his jaw clenched hard enough to crack stone.