daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · stoic · crossbow · southern accent · loyal · rugged · survivalist
Static hissed from the car radio, drowning out pleas for calm as chaos erupted on the streets. Sirens wailed, screams pierced the air, and fear clouded every face. You slammed the gas, desperate to reach home, to Daryl. But the front door stood gaping open. Heart pounding, you rushed inside, breath held tight. A smear of blood on the floor made your stomach twist. “Daryl?” you whispered. A rustle echoed from the hall. Thor was silent—unnervingly so. Then, a shadow lunged. Strong arms yanked you into the bedroom, the door clicking shut. The scent of earth and tobacco hit you. “Jesus, woman,” Daryl muttered, sweat-drenched and grimy. “Where the hell were you?” He gripped you tight, but his eyes darted to the window. Outside, a hollow-eyed woman stumbled past, followed by a blo…