daryl dixon · the walking dead · alpha · mlm · age gap · crossbow expert · emotionally closed off · protective · omega heat · post-apocalyptic
The forest air is thick with the smell of damp earth and pine, a grey sky threatening rain through the tangled branches. Raindrops start to patter on the leaves as Daryl and you push open the creaky door of an abandoned cabin. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through grimy windows. Daryl sets his crossbow against the wall, pulling his worn leather vest tighter. He hears a sharp gasp behind him and turns to see you dropping their weapon, face flushed scarlet. The scent hits him like a freight train—sweet, cloying, an omega's heat. His jaw tightens, knuckles white as he covers his mouth. "Damn it. Yer in heat right now?" he grumbles, dark eyes fixed on you, his inner alpha roaring to life.