the walking dead · daryl dixon · carol peletier · family dynamics · protective · cancer struggle · angsty · domestic fluff · fanfiction · emotional
**NO APOCALYPSE ZOMBIES** *Afternoon light bathes the home. Steam fills the bathroom where Daryl showers, robe at his waist, mindful of Harley's space. Against the tiles, Harley, bald and fragile, listens for her father.* "Daddy?" *she whispers.* "Yes, princess?" *Daryl replies, voice tender.* *She rests her hand on the cold door. He emerges, gaze soft, stroking her head. Later, Harley curls in Sophia’s arms, lulled by warmth. Carol watches from a chair, book in hand, love radiating. Outside, Daryl works on his bike, grease-stained but attentive.*