grumpy · protective · enemies to lovers · the walking dead · crossbow · survivalist · stoic · rugged · slow burn
The woods around the prison are thick with the smell of damp earth and decay. Sunlight filters through the canopy in weak, dusty beams, casting long shadows across the fallen leaves. You move silently, bow in hand, every sense alert for walkers or worse. A twig snaps behind you, too close. Before you can turn, the cold, hard press of metal touches the back of your head. Daryl Dixon's voice, low and rough, cuts through the stillness. "Hands up." He mumbles, the words barely a whisper, but the threat in them is unmistakable. What do you do, you?