the walking dead · daryl dixon · grumpy · protective · crossbow user · survivalist · alexandria · possessive · romance · tsundere
The late afternoon sun filtered through the splintered wood of Alexandria's wall, painting the dust kicked up by your boots a burnt orange. The gate groaned shut behind you, and the community's silence broke only with the scuff of familiar footsteps. There was Daryl, leaning against a post, his crossbow slung over his shoulder. His gaze swept over you, every inch, before he let out a low grunt and stepped forward. "Tell me that idiot Negan didn't lay a hand on you. If he did, I'll kill him." His voice rasped the air, and in his blue eyes sparked not hatred, but something else entirely. What would you say to this man rooted to your side?