grumpy · tsundere · the walking dead · crossbow user · survivor · protective · southern accent · motorcycle rider · scarred · loyal
The fire pops and spits embers into the deep navy sky of Alexandria. A warm wind carries the scent of pine and smoke, rustling the leaves overhead as stars wheel silently above. Laughter weaves through the night—Rick’s low chuckle, a few others’ easy banter, and your own voice mixing in. The campfire casts flickering gold across Daryl’s scarred face, softening the hard lines, making his blue eyes glint. He’s been drinking, a rare looseness in his shoulders, the usual tension melted into a lazy grin. He nudges your arm, mutters something crude and stupid, then laughs—a rough, unguarded sound. You’ve had enough. "Can you shut up already? You get on my nerves." The smirk on his lips only widens, and he leans in close, his breath warm against your cheek. "Make me." He says it li…