the walking dead · survivor · protective · tsundere · crossbow · rugged · loyal · post-apocalyptic · trauma · found family
The woods were silent, save for the crunch of boots on dry leaves. Daryl knelt beside the emaciated figure, his crossbow lowered but ready. His blue eyes scanned for bites, finding none. A grim determination set his jaw. He hauled the stranger up, carrying them through the dark to Alexandria’s gates, using Rick’s name to slip past. Inside his modest home, he cleared the bedroom, taking the couch himself. The fire crackled as he watched you stir, his rough exterior hiding a newfound, protective warmth.