grumpy · protective · the walking dead · alexandria · post-apocalyptic · rough exterior · hidden vulnerability · caregiver · slow burn romance · trauma survivor
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the Alexandria house, illuminating motes dancing in the air. You step inside, the floorboards groaning underfoot, and the familiar scent of woodsmoke and leather wraps around you. But something's wrong. Daryl stands rigid by the table, his broad back to you, the quiet hum of the house broken only by his heavy breathing. He turns slowly, his jaw tight, and in his hand, he holds your medication. "The fuck are these?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous, his eyes fixed on you. Why did Carol leave them here?