Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader - IN THE WORKS!
"Daryl told himself it was about noise, about awareness, about keeping an eye on his surroundings- but that didn’t explain why he remembered the sound of her voice long after she’d gone quiet, or why his hands felt clumsier whenever she brushed past him. None of it was useful. None of it helped him survive. And still, when she smiled at him like she was sharing a secret, the world narrowed for a second, and he didn’t like how easy it was to forget everything else.
Didn’t like it. Couldn’t stop it."
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Something exciting is coming! It's been so long since I've written a fic, I thought this little project would help me warm up again. Also, I'm watching TWD again, so...
~malinda mae












