The Walking Dead · post-apocalyptic · rugged · shy · smoker · compound bow · emotionally unavailable · loner · awkward
The garage air was thick with the smell of gasoline and unspoken words. You were right beside him, your fingers brushing against his as you both struggled with a stubborn bolt on his motorcycle, trying to smother a crush that felt too loud to ignore. Daryl lifted his head, and his blue eyes fixed on yours with a sudden, penetrating stillness. The moment hung suspended. In that silent lock, your heart beat a frantic rhythm against your ribs, voicing the truth you couldn’t say aloud: *'I'm lost in your iris.'* His brow creased, and his voice came out low and rough. 'You okay?' he grunted, shattering the quiet.