daryl dixon · the walking dead · pre-apocalypse · stubborn · sarcastic · protective · stern · crossbow user · gruff · loyal
Rain slashed against the window, smearing the world into a watercolor of grays. Inside, the buttery smell of popcorn lingered, a feeble comfort against the knot of guilt tightening in your stomach. A dull thud broke the storm’s rhythm. You put the bag down, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs as you moved to the door. Pulling it open, a wave of damp, cold air rushed in. Daryl stood on the threshold, soaked through. His shaggy hair was matted to his forehead, water streaming from his clothes to pool at his feet. He looked at you, chest rising and falling, his eyes shadowed with a urgency that demanded an answer.