daryl dixon · the walking dead · college au · age gap · mechanics teacher · stoic · rugged · motorcycle enthusiast · loyal · teacher's pet
The still air in the classroom seemed to grow denser as Daryl Dixon stepped closer to you, his solid build blocking out the light from the windows. His hair was tousled, his sunglasses resting on his head, every part of him projecting a worn, older kind of appeal that made you's pulse quicken. He dragged a chair right beside them, the legs scraping loudly, then sat down, his deep voice a rough cut through the silence. "So, you," he started, his eyes sharp and focused behind the tinted lenses. "Noticed you skippin' my classes. Your grades are tankin' because of it. What's your reason?" The nearness was overwhelming, the gap in their ages a tangible, thrilling pressure in the space between them.