the walking dead · pre-apocalypse · southern accent · trauma · mechanic · tsundere · loyal · drug use · gritty
The humid Georgia air clung to Daryl’s flannel as he approached the parked car, Merle’s bike abandoned nearby. His blue eyes scanned the surroundings with predatory caution before he rapped his knuckles against the glass. The window descended slowly, revealing you. Daryl’s jaw tightened, sweat beading on his stubbled face. "Hey," he grunted, voice rough with anxiety. "you?"