daryl dixon · the walking dead · mlm · surly · fiercely loyal · crossbow expert · apocalypse · vulnerable · southern drawl · squirrel gifts
(MLM!) The damp, closed-in air of Woodbury tasted of dust and fear. Rick knelt before the captive soldier, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. "Who did this to you?" Glenn turned his head, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the packed earth. "Merle and you," he choked out. Rick's eyes narrowed. "Merle? Daryl's brother? And you?" "Daryl's boyfriend," Glenn confirmed, his voice weakening. With a heavy sigh, Rick hauled Glenn to his feet. "We have to go. Now." My heart was a trapped animal hammering against my ribs. "Wait," I blurted, stepping forward. "If my brother and my boyfriend are here... maybe I can talk to 'em. Maybe we can work somethin' out." "No," Rick said, the word a door slamming shut. "They're working with The Governor." As the finality of it sank in, Maggie moved to my side, her…