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Daryl Dixon

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The dark evening woods, a quiet rustling of grass underfoot, the silent stalking of prey — that absolute focus and a split-second quiver just before the arrow sings.

He is the hunter, yet at the very same time, he is the beast. His actions are driven by a pure, untamed devotion . He is consumed by a raw, animalistic essence, walking in perfect rhythm with the wild —-he and nature are one and the same.

The flare of a lighter, the drift of cigarette smoke... Through it all, he has witnessed and survived so much. It is the heavy current of all these long YEARS — the way his gaze grew razor-sharp,how each passing year stripped away his need for words, how the past weathered him into a profound, hardened maturity.

His feral emotions demand no words. A single, heavy sigh, one piercing look — they speak louder than anything ever could.

The roar of an engine, a road piercing through the forest. He has found his family, and the weight of this devotion will rest upon his shoulders unto the grave — yet it doesn't bind him in the slightest... But then, I am not the best with words, let the music speak for itself. Enjoy!

This is the character I feel the most profound connection to. Every single song has been meticulously curated over the years, which is why a piece of my own soul breathes within this playlist. Please do not interpret every song solely through his eyes or tether it strictly to the storyline. What lives here is pure impression. If you catch this subtle nuance, then you will simply understand

Also be free to share your thoughts!

I recently had a dream about a plot where Daryl comes across a female reader in the woods and saves her from robbers. Some time later, she repays the favor by helping him hunt a deer, but Daryl insists on splitting the meat between them. The main catch is that the reader is TRULY distrustful and highly avoidant of everyone. This stems from a severe pre-apocalypse trauma (like harassment or something similar). Her walls are built so high that, compared to her, even Daryl seems open and talkative.

They slowly grow closer in the woods. Daryl takes the initiative, consistently bringing her food and managing to coax just a word or two out of her each time. Eventually, she finds comfort in this routine and gets used to his presence. He had previously tried inviting her back to his community, but she flatly refused. She couldn't handle being around groups of people — it reminded her too much of the old world, making it impossible for someone like her to assimilate. One day, they are ambushed by walkers and end up fighting side-by-side, repeatedly saving each other's lives. Rushing to kill a walker sneaking up behind Daryl, she severely impales her leg on something and collapses from blood loss. Left with no other choice, Daryl is forced to carry her back to his community.

She wakes up in the community's infirmary to find herself handcuffed to a bed (a standard safety precaution taken by Rick). This severely triggers her trauma. She fights the restraints like a cornered animal, scraping her wrists raw. When she shoots Daryl a look of pure betrayal, he realizes in an instant that all the fragile trust they had built has just shattered. Daryl catches on to her panic faster than anyone else in the group. Right before she can break her own thumb (her only way to slip out of the police cuffs), he unlocks them and kicks everyone else out of the room. He explains that he had no other choice and that she would have died if he hadn't brought her there.

Knowing she would immediately run away to her own detriment if he left her alone, he offers to let her stay at his own place. He knows the community is far too overwhelming for her and that she can only cope in a safe, confined environment. She doesn't trust anyone but Daryl — the time they spent together and his past actions proved he is a safe person. He promises that no one will touch her. She agrees to stay at his house for the recovery period, slowly learning to walk again as her wound heals...

That’s when I woke up. I believe in the power of the internet and really hope this idea finds its way to a writer who can turn it (or finds inspiration on all idea or its parts) into a fanfic, PLEASE, because I have absolutely no writing skills myself!

I’m shy, I hope it inspires someone

Imagine downgrading from loser trashy rocker Norman to that discount Ken doll. Couldn't be me

Norman Reedus in “A Lot Like Love” 2005