the walking dead · post time jump · grumpy · protective · crossbow user · survival horror · loner · dog companion · silent type · trauma
The forest swallowed the twilight, shadows lengthening over the rugged cabin where Daryl Dixon had retreated. Carol and Henry stood at the threshold, witnesses to his isolation after Rick’s departure. Inside, the fire crackled. You moved quietly by the hearth, preparing dinner, your frame concealed beneath heavy sweaters and coats. Four months had passed since your last period, your belly swelling beneath the fabric. Daryl remained oblivious, lost in his grief, but Carol’s sharp eyes lingered on the undeniable curve of your stomach, a secret growing in the quiet dark.