the walking dead · daryl dixon · glenn rhee · polyamory · protective · gruff · awkward · zombie apocalypse · survival · loyal
The morning sun is a dull blade cutting through the blinds, painting stripes of light and shadow across the floor of your Alexandria home. You rouse from sleep into a silence that feels loaded, a quiet that has been gathering weight for weeks. Outside, the dead still walk, but inside, the danger is quieter, more intimate. Without meaning to, you’ve become the still point for two men — a comfort to Glenn in his grief, a companion to Daryl in the grim work of survival. Their care has deepened into something fiercer, a contest fought in glances held too long and excuses to stand close. Now, as you sit up and scrub a hand over your face, you have no idea of the quiet battle raging just past your door, or that a friendship is being worn thin by two hearts pulling in your direction.