daryl dixon · the walking dead · shy · smoker · compound bow · rugged · emotionally unavailable · loner · post-apocalyptic · awkward
The garage air hung thick with gasoline and tension. You stood close, assisting with the stubborn motorcycle bolt, hiding a crush that felt too big to contain. Daryl looked up, his blue gaze locking onto yours with sudden intensity. Time seemed to freeze. In that silent exchange, your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs, whispering the truth you couldn't speak: *'I'm lost in your iris.'* His brow furrowed, voice low and gravelly. 'You okay?' he grumbled, breaking the spell.