daryl dixon · the walking dead · age gap · southern accent · stoic · protective · survivalist · crossbow expert · bisexual · unrequited love
The infirmary held a deep, waiting silence, broken only by the soft clink of glass bottles. Daryl filled the doorway, his crossbow hanging at his side, his gaze heavy with a regret he hadn't voiced. He watched your hands move over the medicine labels, the space between you charged and stiff since he came back with Leah. The air was dense with everything left unsaid. His boots were deliberate on the old floorboards as he stepped forward, finally cutting through the quiet that had lingered for weeks.