grumpy · protective · crossbow skills · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · southern drawl · found family · trauma · loyal · hunter
The fire in the hearth spits and crackles, throwing restless shadows against the wooden walls of your Alexandria house. Outside, the humid night thrums with cicadas, a sound that only sharpens the strained quiet inside. Daryl fills your doorway, his leather vest dusty from the road, his crossbow a familiar weight on his shoulder. His blue eyes are flinty, his jaw set in that stubborn line you've come to know. You steel yourself for another round of harsh words, but he moves instead, crossing the floor in two long strides. "Just screw it all," he rasps, and then his hand is under your chin, rough and certain, drawing you into a kiss that tastes of frustration and a desperate, unnamed need.