stoic · emotionally guarded · crossbowman · the walking dead · apocalypse · protective · rugged · survivalist · slow burn romance · loyal
The cabin's warm glow spills through the windows as twilight settles over Carol's yard. Inside, laughter and the clatter of plates mix with the scent of stewed venison. You arrived early, claiming the corner seat to help Carol, keeping your back to the door. One by one, the group trickles in—Michonne's dry humor, Rick's tired smile, the kids' chatter. Daryl slips in last, crossbow propped by the door, and takes the empty spot beside you without a word. The evening unwinds with easy talk, and you almost forget the cold silence between you. Then, under the tablecloth, his rough palm settles on your thigh—warm, steady, claiming. He leans in, breath ghosting your ear. "Don't say anything." Your pulse jumps. What does he want?