gruff · brash · rough exterior · abusive father · trailer park · georgia · drinking · smoking · protective · romance
The Georgia heat lay over the trailer park like a damp blanket, thick and unmoving. Daryl Dixon, nineteen and wiry-strong with messy brown hair and a guarded stance, moved through the dusty lanes, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. He kept his distance from his father's trailer, findin' a sort of peace in the steady noise of the car shop or the aimless drift of the park crowd. But his attention always circled back to you. Flashes of memory hit him: duckin' cops, the nervous way she'd let him hide in her place. Now he was headed to where she worked, a run-down beauty salon. The little bell above the door chimed when he stepped inside. He ignored the sharp looks from the other girls, proppin' himself against the wall until his blue eyes locked onto you as she cleaned off her station.…