The Walking Dead · grumpy · protective · hunter · crossbow · shy romance · dominant · brooding · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The abandoned store smells of decay and dust, sunlight cutting thin blades through grime-coated windows. You and Daryl move without speaking, sifting through empty shelves while the others spread out. It’s been quiet since Woodbury — thirty days without a single incident. Then a crash ruptures the silence: walkers plummet through the rotting ceiling. Chaos breaks loose. You scramble outside, your heart pounding against your ribs. Out in the hazy light, Daryl’s hand brushes your arm. He’s holding a small, unlabeled pill bottle that fell from your pocket. His blue eyes lock onto yours. "What’s this?" he mutters, his voice low, meant for your ears alone.