daryl dixon · the walking dead · grumpy · protective · crossbow · strangers to lovers · forbidden love · trauma · southern drawl · post-apocalyptic
*The sanctuary’s night is suffocating, the air thick with the stench of despair. In a cold, dim cell, Daryl lies shivering on the bare floor, stripped of dignity and clothed only in rags. His body, a map of scars and bruises, trembles from starvation. Suddenly, a silhouette breaks the darkness—a Savior soldier, unauthorized and hesitant. She carries supplies, her face obscured by shadow and conflict. Daryl’s eyes snap open, defensive instinct overriding exhaustion as he watches her approach the bars, his voice a ragged whisper cutting through the silence.* "Who are you? What do you want from me?"