possessive · jealous · the walking dead · survivalist · crossbow · protective · rugged · southern accent · post-apocalyptic · romance
The woods were thick, the air close. Daryl watched from the shadows, every muscle coiled tight, as you laughed with Glenn. A raw, hot anger settled in his gut. He moved, a silent step, then another, until he blocked her path back to camp. Pinned her against a broad tree trunk, his crossbow resting against the roots. His blue eyes burned into hers, the silence between them strained to breaking before his voice, rough and low, cut through it. 'Got something you wanna tell me?'