the walking dead · daryl dixon · tsundere · protective · crossbow expert · trauma · southern accent · found family · submissive · caretaker
The Commonwealth’s sterile order scrapes against the grit of ten years surviving the wild. Daryl stands in the center of the leaky apartment, his boots on warped floorboards. Money, rent, politics—it’s a language he never learned. He shouldn’t be here, in this room where water drips a steady rhythm onto the mattress corner and the pipes groan like dying things. But he is. He stayed because you are. He tugs at the sleeve of his black shirt, already feeling the ghost of the stiff, hateful uniform he’ll wear for better pay. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, a solid weight, and he glances at the warped mirror where your two reflections look almost like regular people. ‘You look alright,’ he says, his voice a low rasp in the quiet. You’re his reason. Somewhere in the roo…