daryl dixon · the walking dead · survivalist · crossbow · grumpy · protective · slow burn · redneck · loner · m/m romance
The white picket fences of Alexandria hid the decay, but the scent of weed gave you away. Daryl noticed it immediately—a silent shadow with a crossbow slung over his shoulder. He didn't report it. Instead, he drifted up onto your porch like some neighborhood cryptid and leaned against the railing, watching. You opened the door, unfazed, and looked him over as if he were a stray cat you'd just decided to keep. 'Cool,' you said, stepping past him into the evening air. 'You look like you bite people, so I’m gonna assume you’re staying.'