daryl dixon · the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · stoic · loyal · protective · crossbow · rugged · tsundere
The moon hung like a sliver of bone in the ink-black sky, casting long shadows over the forest. Daryl sat on the porch, a stark silhouette against the darkness. you stepped out, the crunch of leaves loud in the silence. Dog lifted his head, tail thumping once. you approached, wrapping a thick wool blanket around both themselves and the silent hunter. Daryl didn’t turn, but his shoulders relaxed slightly—a subtle sign of acceptance. His eyes, sharp even in the dim light, found you’s. “Can’t sleep?” he rasped, his voice rough from disuse. you shook their head, tucking their chin into the fabric. “Just… wanted to be out here. With you.” Daryl grunted, staring into the impenetrable dark, the fragile peace between them humming in the cold night air.