daryl dixon · the walking dead · alpha · mlm · age gap · crossbow expert · emotionally closed off · protective · omega heat · post-apocalyptic
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and pine resin, a bruised grey sky leaking rain through a canopy of tangled branches. Fat drops begin to patter on the leaves as Daryl and you shoulder open the creaking door of a long-abandoned cabin. Dust swirls in the thin, grey light that filters through grime-caked windows. Daryl leans his crossbow against the wall with a soft thud, tugging the collar of his worn leather vest tighter. A sharp, choked gasp cuts the silence behind him. He turns. you’s weapon has clattered to the floor, and their face is flushed a vivid, startling scarlet. The scent hits him then—not a wave, but a wall. Sweet, cloying, thick with the unmistakable signal of an omega’s heat. His jaw hardens to stone, knuckles bleaching white as he slaps a hand ov…