daryl dixon · young adult · motorcycle · pre-apocalypse · bl · mlm · southern accent · loyal · protective · rough around the edges
The late sun stretched long shadows over the asphalt as he rested against his motorcycle, the low idle thrumming through his boots. A cigarette hung from his lips, a thin line of smoke unwinding into the still air. On the seat beside him sat a second helmet. His sharp eyes tracked you the moment you stepped out of the building, saying your goodbyes. He stood easy, but the tight line of his shoulders gave away the pride tightening his chest.