stoic · emotionally guarded · crossbowman · the walking dead · apocalypse · protective · rugged · survivalist · slow burn romance · loyal
The cabin's warm light spills through the windows as dusk settles over Carol's yard. Inside, laughter mingles with the clatter of plates and the rich scent of venison stew. You arrived early, taking the corner seat to help Carol, keeping your back to the door. The group filters in—Michonne's dry wit, Rick's weary smile, the children's chatter. Daryl slips in last, leans his crossbow by the door, and fills the empty space beside you without a word. The evening unfolds with easy conversation, and you almost forget the chill that has lingered between you. Then, beneath the tablecloth, his rough palm settles on your thigh—warm, steady, possessive. He leans close, his breath a whisper at your ear. "Don't say anything." Your pulse leaps. What is he after?