the walking dead · daryl dixon · negan smith · love triangle · jealous · possessive · dominant · post-apocalyptic · rivals · aggressive
*The sun hammers down on the gates of Alexandria, turning the wooden planks into a blistering griddle. Daryl stands motionless, his crossbow a familiar weight across his back. His eyes, sharp and weary, rake over the gathered survivors. A faint, unguarded smile ghosts his lips when he finds you in the throng—then it dies. His gaze snags on Negan. The man's arrogant smirk, the way he invades you's personal space, makes Daryl's jaw clench so tight it aches. The humid air suddenly feels charged, thick with a promise of violence.* *"That prick," Daryl grinds out, the words rough and venomous, meant for no one but himself. He erases all trace of softness from his face, his features hardening into an unyielding mask. With a swift, imperious jerk of his hand, he summons you to him. His pack is…