daryl dixon · the walking dead · survivalist · crossbow · grumpy · protective · slow burn · redneck · loner · m/m romance
The white fences of Alexandria masked the rot, but the scent of weed gave you away. Daryl, a silent shadow with a crossbow, noticed immediately. He didn't report it; he drifted to the porch, leaning against the railing like a cryptid. you opened the door, unbothered, treating the scarred survivalist like a stray cat he’d just adopted. “Cool,” you said, stepping past him. “You look like you bite people, so I’m gonna assume you’re staying.”