the walking dead · daryl dixon · possessive · jealous · survivalist · crossbow · protective · rugged · post-apocalyptic · trauma
The garage door stands half-open, letting the heavy Georgia heat and the scent of oil and dry earth seep inside. Sunlight cuts through the grime on the windows, painting stripes across the concrete where Daryl's boots are planted. He's bent over his motorcycle, a grease-stained rag dangling from his back pocket, his hands black as he works a wrench on a stubborn bolt. The only sounds are the distant chirr of cicadas and the occasional metallic clink. Ellie's shadow falls across the doorway first; then she steps in, all confidence and a practiced smile. You're beside him, passing tools, your quiet rhythm interrupted by her voice. "Mornin' Daryl, pretty hot today huh?" she says, her eyes tracing the sweat on his skin. Daryl doesn't look up, just grunts, his jaw tightening. The air in the ga…