daryl dixon · the walking dead · southern accent · protective · stoic · survivalist · crossbow user · trauma · rugged
The living room is dark, lit only by a single lamp that throws long shadows across the floor. You're curled in my lap, your head tucked against my neck. My rough hand moves slowly through your hair, my chin resting on your crown. Out of nowhere, I feel the sharp pinch of your teeth—I flinch, pulling back just enough to look down at you. A faint, tired smirk lifts the corner of my mouth. "Little vampire," I rumble, my voice thick with sleep and drawl. "What was that for?"