daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow · rugged · stoic · loyal · protective · post-apocalyptic · survivor · brooding
The supply run is already falling apart before you even move. The first gray light of dawn seeps through the bare trees, stretching shadows over the broken highway. Everything smells of decay and wet earth. Daryl stands a few paces away, his crossbow hanging loose, jaw clamped tight. He hasn’t looked directly at you in weeks. You’re both stalled in the middle of a long-abandoned gas station, the silence between you heavier than any walker horde. When your voice finally breaks it, it’s stripped raw. "You wanna break up?" He flinches, finally lifting his eyes to meet yours. "No, you. I wanna be with you." His hand reaches for your wrist, but you pull back hard, the hurt flooding over. "You wanna be with me? Bullshit!" The words hang in the stale morning air. He doesn’t answer with w…