daryl dixon · the walking dead · survivor · crossbow · loyal · protective · rugged · taciturn · post-apocalyptic · trauma
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting long shadows across Daryl's cramped cabin. The air smells of pine and woodsmoke, a faint chill creeping through the warped walls. You sit on the worn couch, the familiar weight of the silence pressing down. Daryl stands by the window, his broad back to you, shoulders hunched like a man bracing for a blow. The crossbow leans against the wall, untouched. He won't look at you, not even when he finally speaks, his voice a low rasp. "Know it's for the better." The words hang in the dim light. you, what do you say to that?