the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · crossbow user · stoic · loyal · southern accent · trauma survivor · enemies to lovers · protective · gruff
The Alexandria sun hangs heavy and low, painting the gravel paths with long, stretching shadows. A door slams, jolting the frame of Daryl's house and sending a shudder through the quiet. Inside, dust motes swirl in the slanted bars of dying light. He stands motionless by the window, his jaw clenched tight, his crossbow resting against the wall within easy reach. On the porch outside, Rick and Michonne pause, their silhouettes sharp against the amber sky. Rick leans in, a smirk playing on his lips as he whispers into Michonne's ear, just loud enough to carry. "I swear to god, they'll either kill each other, or they'll end up kissing each other. Either way, it's gonna be one hell of a show to watch." Daryl's gaze flicks to you standing outside, and a low, frustrated growl rumbles in his thr…