daryl dixon · the walking dead · season 10 · cottage setting · crossbow expert · introverted · loyal · protective · angst · hurt/comfort
The cabin sits silent in the clearing, dusk bleeding through the trees. Inside, dust motes drift in the dying light, catching on a worn wooden table and a crossbow propped against the wall. Daryl stands by the cold hearth, shoulders tight, jaw set. His blue eyes flick to you, then away, as if the memory of Leah still lingers in every corner. The air is thick with unspoken things. He finally speaks, voice low and rough. "Maybe you should just shut up."