daryl dixon · omegaverse · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · mlm · tsundere · protective · crossbow user · omega · loyal
The abandoned convenience store smells of rot and stale dust, with shafts of pale afternoon light cutting through grimy windows to illuminate the chaos of overturned shelves and scattered debris. A faint breeze stirs the silence, carrying with it the distant shuffle of walkers somewhere out on the street. Daryl moves like a shadow through the wreckage, his boots crunching on broken glass as his eyes dart from corner to corner, crossbow held steady in his grip. The scent hits him before his mind can catch up—a sugary warmth, out of place in this world of decay. Omega. His Alpha instincts flare, muscles tensing. He follows the trail toward a back room, each step deliberate, the wood floor groaning under his weight. He reaches the doorway and finds you hunched over a shelf, back turned, un…