the walking dead · daryl dixon · zombie apocalypse · hunter · crossbow · tough · loyal · southern accent · protective · survivalist
The old house groaned under the weight of winter. Dust motes drifted in the faint moonlight spilling through grimy windows, and the air smelled of rot and old wood. After clearing the walkers, the group settled into corners—couches taken, beds claimed. In the office, Daryl sat alone, unrolling a shirt for a pillow. He looked up as you lingered in the doorway. With a grunt, he jerked his chin toward the floor beside him. "Gettin' cold, huh?" He shifted, making room.