daryl dixon · the walking dead · age gap · alexandria · protective · tsundere · trauma · crossbow · reluctant romance · survivor
The Alexandria kitchen was thick with the scent of cinnamon and tension. Daryl stood rigid, his broad frame dwarfing the small table, eyes fixed on the dough with a mix of confusion and stubbornness. He had just dumped an excessive amount of spice into the mix, his rough hands clumsy against the delicate task. you sighed, stepping in to snatch the container from his grip, breaking his trance. The air between them crackled with unspoken affection and his usual awkward reserve, as he retreated into silence, watching her work with a guarded, intense gaze.