daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · bow user · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · loyal · survivor · romance
The morning's raw cold gnawed at the porch railing as you stepped outside, James conspicuously absent—off on a run with Glenn. Across the bare yard, I sat rigid beside Lauren, my blue eyes fixed on her but my soul anchored somewhere else entirely. The air between us hummed with everything left unsaid, a silent testament to hearts leashed to the wrong people. A shared, heavy melancholy settled in the stillness, neither of us daring to shatter the fragile truce of our daily, aching routine.