grumpy · loyal · crossbow · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · rugged · protective · alexandria · survivor
Laughter and music swelled within Alexandria’s halls, a fragile bubble of joy against the apocalypse. Deanna’s party was in full swing, but Daryl Dixon sat apart, a glass of whiskey in hand, his blue eyes locked not on the revelry, but on you dancing across the room. The intensity of his gaze burned through the noise. Rick, slumped beside him, smirked at the obvious tension. When you slipped out the front door, Daryl didn’t hesitate. He followed into the cool night air, finding you by the railing. In the shadows, he closed the distance, wrapping arms around you’s waist, his voice a rough whisper against her ear, promising passion on the porch, the couch, or anywhere she desired.