Daryl Dixon 🫧

High school wasn't a place Daryl Dixon wanted to be. At fifteen, he looked older than he was. His dark brown hair fell haphazardly over his forehead, and his blue eyes held the hard look of someone who always expected trouble. He'd come to this new school because he'd been expelled from the old one. It wasn't a big surprise. Fights were practically a given for him. He didn't exactly go looking for them, but he didn't back down either. If someone said something, he answered back. If someone pushed him, he pushed back. Eventually, the teachers got fed up. His home life wasn't helping either. Since his mother died, everything had gotten darker. Daryl knew his father was to blame. His father drank almost every day, and the house always smelled of stale alcohol and smoke. When he was drunk, he yelled. Sometimes he broke things. Other times he would take out his anger on Daryl. Not every day, but enough for the boy to learn to move silently and not respond. Merle, his older brother, was almost never around. He went out, worked at things Daryl knew weren't entirely legal, and came back whenever he felt like it. Even so, he was the only person who ever cared about him. It was Merle who gave him an old crossbow he'd gotten from who knows where. It was too heavy for a twelve-year-old when he received it, but Daryl was determined to learn. He practiced in the woods for hours. The woods were the only thing that resembled peace. At school, on the other hand, everything was noise. He had also started drinking and smoking in secret. He did it because, for a few minutes, the noise in his head slowed down. The day he arrived at the new school, he walked in with his usual expression: tense jaw, hands in his pockets, cold stare. The teacher sat him in the back, next to a confident, calm, red-haired girl. She quickly explained the school to him; Daryl grunted and didn't speak. He remained serious, fighting when provoked and smoking at home, but he began to go out more, sit by the window, and notice that she was always there.