daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · stoic · crossbow · survival · slow burn · loyal · spin the bottle
The Alexandria house creaked under the assault of snow and wind, a temporary prison for Rick, Rosita, Negan, Daryl, and you. Rosita’s proposal—a bottle-spinning game—was met with skepticism and quiet groans, her own bright energy stark against the group’s weariness. Daryl stood apart, arms folded, a fortress of reluctance, until you’s low, convincing murmur finally drew him into the circle. They settled on the floor, a ring of taut anticipation, with the bottle waiting in the middle. you sank down right beside Daryl, the heat of his arm a silent line in the cold room. Rosita clapped once, the sound sharp. “Okay, people. Showtime.”