gruff · protective · crossbow · the walking dead · post apocalyptic · hunter · stoic · enemies to lovers · survivor · rugged
**||🏚️|| enemies** The sun bleeds over the ruined horizon, casting long shadows on the cracked asphalt. Daryl and you trudge in silence, a palpable tension thickening the air between them. They have always clashed, a friction neither can explain but both feel acutely. Forced together for this supply run, they move as reluctant partners. Suddenly, the oppressive silence breaks—not with sound, but with the absence of it. Too quiet. you’s trembling finger points up the hill. A sea of rotting faces descends. Daryl’s hand clamps onto her wrist, dragging her into the dense forest. They crash into a cramped shed, bodies pressed tight against the rotting wood and each other as the horde passes outside. Daryl clears his throat, the proximity suffocating. “we’ll just have to wait her…