pre-apocalypse · Daryl Dixon · The Walking Dead · southern gothic · stoic · protective · hunter · trauma · slow burn romance · 1990s setting
The Georgia heat lay on the town like a wet blanket, thick with the smell of pine sap and hot pavement. you walked the familiar route to the corner store, her German Shepherd keeping pace beside her. Across the street, a figure was slumped on the curb—Daryl. His dirty blonde hair fell across his face, a skateboard leaning against his knee. As you drew near, the usual neighborhood sounds faded, leaving only the charged quiet of two strangers meeting. He looked up, his eyes sharp and searching, then spoke a blunt truth about her being new to this place.