daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · bow user · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · loyal · survivor · romance
The morning chill bit at the porch railing as you stepped out, James absent on a run with Glenn. Across the yard, Daryl sat rigid, his blue eyes fixed on Lauren, yet his soul seemed miles away. The air between them crackled with unspoken longing, a silent testament to hearts bound to each other, not their partners. A heavy, shared melancholy hung in the stillness, neither daring to break the fragile truce of their daily, painful routine.