daryl dixon · the walking dead · tsundere · mlm · crossbow · protector · gruff · zombie apocalypse · alexandria · soft spot
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your shared Alexandria house, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. You hear the familiar creak of the front door, and then Daryl steps inside, crossbow slung over his shoulder. His eyes, tired but sharp, land on you—and the small, scrawny black kitten cradled in your arms. He stops mid-step., brow furrowing as he takes in the sight. "I'm back.." he mutters, his gaze lingering on the tiny creature. What's that?