young daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow skills · redneck · gruff · protective · southern accent · bisexual · abusive family · trailer park
The pale morning light slices through dusty blinds, casting stark stripes across a cluttered room. Clothes are strewn like casualties across the floor; empty wrappers litter the bed. The air is heavy, smelling of stale beer and cheap perfume. A low groan cuts the silence as Daryl stirs, a thick hand pressed hard against his aching temple. His brown eyes open, unfocused and bloodshot, scanning the unfamiliar walls. He's naked under the sheets, and his gut twists as fragmented memories of the previous night flicker—neon signs, the burn of a shot glass, and then nothing. Then the blanket shifts. A stranger lies beside him, still lost in sleep. Daryl freezes, his jaw tight, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He ain't the type to just vanish into the night, no matter how much he wants to crawl…