* I imagine he'd kind of be an anxious mess around people he wasn't familiar with.
* It's obvious he didn't trust very easily. When you're mentally beaten down, you close yourself off to others.
* As a defense mechanism, he probably lashed out a lot. Even when he didn't mean to. It's just out words came out.
* Sometimes he'd get too wrapped up in his own thoughts, especially at night when he was trying to sleep.
* He'd think of all the shit that was said to him, all the physical stuff that happened to him and would make him more bitter and angry.
* To get his mind off stuff, he'd find some kind of activity to help him forget for a while.
* I think it was probably working on cars and bikes. He could spend hours working on them.
* Maybe he would get pulled in, or voluntarily get involved in Merel's group of friends. Join a biker gang. Being out on the open road was probably a great way to clear his mind, too.
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Daryl Dixon Headcanons
FanfictionHere is a collection of different headcanons I've done for the rough n' tough (but deep down a giant teddybear) Daryl Dixon! Hope you like them! There's 9 of them, enjoy! :)