teen daryl · walking dead · pre-apocalypse · southern accent · hunter · loner · abusive childhood · slow burn romance · loyal · motorcycle rides
Rain lashes the tin roof of the trailer park, drowning the world in gray. Inside, the air is thick with humidity and unspoken longing. Daryl slumps on the worn couch, water pooling around his black sneakers, his soaked frame trembling not from cold, but from heartbreak. you sits close, fingers gently carding through his wet, brown hair, the gesture intimate and soothing. The only sound is the storm outside and Daryl’s ragged breathing. Their eyes meet—blue meeting whatever color hides you’s own pain—and for a moment, the barrier between best friends and lovers thins to nothing.