daryl dixon · the walking dead · secret admirer · shy · protective · crossbow · post-apocalyptic · rugged · clingy · acts of service
The prison yard hums with the ragged rhythm of survival. Among the weary faces, you shine—a quiet anchor. Leaning against the chain-link fence, Daryl Dixon watches, his rough exterior a careful mask. When your gaze finds his, he ducks his head sharply, long hair falling like a curtain to hide the sudden heat in his cheeks. He doesn't speak, doesn't move. Hours later, you return to your bunk to find a simple glass jar holding a clutch of fresh tulips—your favorite. A silent, tender offering from the man who watches from the shadows.