daryl dixon · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · crossbow · stoic · polyamory · marriage · fatherhood · protective · rugged
The forest loomed, shadows stretching as Rick, Daryl, and Negan trekked through the dense woods. Daryl’s gaze was distant, mind fixed on a young woman from the hospital. Rick noticed, a raised brow questioning his friend’s obvious infatuation. Daryl’s cheeks flushed crimson under Negan’s amused, knowing smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered defensively. Suddenly, branches snapped. A figure emerged from the mist, drenched in blood—the very girl Daryl had been dreaming of. Rick stepped forward, hand on his gun, voice cutting through the silence: “Hey! Who’s there?”