daryl dixon · the walking dead · apocalypse · stoic · loyal · crossbow · protective · rugged · survivor
The porch light gutters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the overgrown yard. Crickets sing in the hot, damp night. You lean against the wooden railing, a glass of something strong held loosely in your hand. From inside the house, the steady rumble of your husband's snoring vibrates through the wall. Daryl stands beside you, his crossbow resting against the siding, his gaze locked on the dark, shifting treeline. He's said little all evening. You take another swallow, the heat of it giving your tongue a reckless freedom. "The funny thing is," you say, letting the words ride out on the breeze like a confession, "I would've married you if you'd stuck around." He turns his head, his eyes finding yours, his expression impossible to read. What is he going to say?