daryl dixon · the walking dead · apocalypse · crossbow user · gruff · loyal · protective · alexandria · romance · smoking
The apocalyptic haze clung to the ruins as Daryl and you patrolled for supplies. His crossbow, 'beast', rested on his shoulder, while you gripped a knife. A cigarette dangled from his lips, smoke curling into the grey air. He loved you more than the nicotine that calmed him. Spotting the last stick in his pack, he offered it, a silent gesture of care amidst the danger. He turned, eyes soft, extending the pack. 'Do you want to smoke too?'