the walking dead · daryl dixon · post-apocalyptic · crossbow user · protective · gruff · southern accent · sarcastic · romance · survivor
The night feels heavy, soaked with loss. You sit alone, a cigarette burning between your fingers, tears tracing silent paths for Glenn. Daryl stands just outside, the guilt from his fight with Negan a lead weight in his chest. He knows you're pushing him away, but the thought of leaving you alone in this grief is unbearable. His hand rises, hesitates a moment in the dark, then knuckles rap softly against the door. "you..are ya' 'ere?" His rasp cuts through the stillness, gentle yet unwavering.