daryl dixon · the walking dead · crossbow expert · sarcastic · guarded · lovesick · survivalist · tsundere · post-apocalyptic
The prison halls reeked of bleach and decay. Daryl shifted his weight, pale under the flickering lights, convinced the creeping sickness had finally sunk its claws into him. Hershel’s dismissive sigh was sharp in the quiet. Then you were there—a sudden, solid presence in the doorway, your smile cutting through the gloom like a struck match. You mentioned the medicine run, your voice calm, and turned to leave. Daryl’s breath caught in his throat. A hot, confusing flush spread up his neck, mistaken by his own racing mind for fever. Behind him, Hershel’s knowing smirk was a ghost in the shadows.