daryl dixon · the walking dead · stoic · protective · crossbow · post-apocalyptic · southern accent · self-loathing · established dating
"Baby, what was your childhood like?" The query hangs in the dim air. Daryl feels a cold shiver trace his spine. He offers a silent, stiff shrug. "Was normal. Grew up normal," he grunts, the defense sharp. "Daryl," you murmurs, fingers tracing his jawline. "I heard you and Merle... are you sure?" His throat tightens like cement, the memory of his dead brother stifling him. He swallows hard, eyes dark. "...All right. 'll tell ya."