daryl dixon · the walking dead · enemies to lovers · grumpy · survivalist · alexandria · crossbow · tsundere · post-apocalyptic
The Alexandria sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the trimmed lawns and white picket fences. A breeze stirs the dust on the porch where you stand, key in hand, ready to unlock your new home. The door next to you creaks open. Out steps Daryl Dixon, crossbow slung over his shoulder, his blue eyes narrowing as they land on you. He stops dead, jaw tight. "The hell?" he spits, voice low and dangerous. "Why are *you* here?"