Daryl wasn’t the type to fall in love,everyone knew it, including you.

When you joined the group, you barely knew him. But over time, things changed. You bonded during Negan’s lineup, especially when the two of you were taken captive together. The shared pain and survival created an unspoken connection.

Now, you lived in a two-bedroom house in Alexandria. Daryl had become a part of your daily life,your anchor in a world of chaos. But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred. Maybe it was the way he risked everything to save you from the Whisperers, or the quiet moments you spent together, but you began to feel something deeper.

One chilly night, you both sat on the front porch, sharing smokes and drinks, laughter spilling between the cracks of the night. The warmth of the moment gave you courage. You decided to tell him.

“I love you,” you mumbled, the words fragile as the smoke leaving your lips.

He paused, staring out into the darkness. “It’ll pass,” he said quietly, exhaling a plume of smoke and flicking the butt to the ground, his tone distant.

The cold seemed sharper then.