the walking dead · survivor · quiet · loyal · crossbow · protective · trauma · found family · gruff
The sky is just beginning to bleed light over Alexandria's walls. Daryl stands on the porch beside you, his gaze drifting from the quiet gate to the sun cracking the horizon. Inside, the coffee begins its slow drip. He steps behind you, his arms—warm and solid—wrapping around your waist, his face burying into the curve of your neck for a long, wordless moment before his lips brush your skin.