grumpy · protective · trauma survivor · walking dead · crossbow · shy · loyal · post-apocalyptic · romance · anxious
The prison yard is quiet, the last light of dusk bleeding through the chain-link fence. A cold wind stirs the dust as Daryl trudges through the gate, his crossbow hanging limp at his side. His eyes are red-rimmed, glossy, and he doesn't look at anyone—just walks straight to your shared cell, the door sheet rustling shut behind him. You give him twenty minutes, then pull the sheet aside. He's on the bed, one knee bent, an arm thrown across his eyes. The silence is heavy, broken only by his shaky exhale. He doesn't move, but his voice is raw. "you..."