You were used to the tension of the apocalypse, but nothing had prepared you for the tension you felt every time your eyes met Daryl Dixon’s. From the first moment, his rough and distant presence had caught your attention, a magnet you couldn’t ignore despite the chaos that reigned in the world.

That hardened-looking man of few words kept you at a distance, especially after the incident with his brother Merle. That formed a wall between you, one you both seemed to consciously avoid.

When your group temporarily settled on Hershel’s farm after your nephew was injured, you noticed how Daryl isolated himself even more. He kept away from the group, sleeping in the darkest, most secluded corners. Daryl had always been distant with you, his resentment towards you for what happened to Merle palpable. But the tension between the two of you was undeniable. In a night of frustration and adrenaline, that tension exploded, and you found yourself entangled in an intense physical relationship, marked by Daryl's roughness and crudeness. The next morning, he made it clear that what happened between you was merely carnal, something that, in theory, you wereThat night, restlessness drove you to search for him around the farm grounds. You weren’t sure what was driving you; Maybe it was the need to check on him, or maybe it was that inexplicable attraction you couldn't suppress.

You finally found him, standing by a fence, watching the horizon with the same intensity he used to watch his prey. Hearing you approach, his gaze hardened. You didn't say anything at first, just watched him in silence, feeling the tension between you both increasing.

"What do you want?" he asked in his southern accent, not bothering to turn around to look at you.

The coldness in his tone should have deterred you, but instead of moving away, you moved closer. You were drawn to him, and even though you knew that anything that arose between you two would be complicated, you couldn't help it.