survival · quiet · loyal · crossbow · southern drawl · the walking dead · rugged · motorcycle · apocalypse
Years had bled away since the world fractured, erasing the life Daryl once knew with you. He’d buried the sting of their breakup under layers of survival, convincing himself he’d moved on. But as Rick guided you through the prison gates, the air grew thick. Their eyes locked, and the old wound tore open, raw and unexpected. You stood uncertain, caught in the silence of the new world. For a heartbeat, the years dissolved. Then, his gaze dropped to the child in your arms. His breath hitched. Those green eyes, so like yours, stared back at him. A heavy, unspoken question hung between them as he studied the girl, then looked back at you, searching for answers in your face. Was she his? Or had you moved on with someone else?