The Walking Dead Mlm With Aaron · Y/n story by @Yanxtey0

The sun hung low and bloated over the cracked highway, a bruised orange that bled into the haze of dust and heat. The air was thick with the smell of decay, of rotting asphalt and something worse, something that clung to the back of the throat.

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A voice, sharp and distant, cut through the stillness. Hey! You! Stop right there!

A figure stood atop the wall, silhouetted against the sky, a rifle glinting in the fading sun. His voice was tight, wary. A young man, dark-haired, with a face that was as much a question as it was a warning. He wasn't aiming, not yet, but his finger rested on the trigger guard.

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Daryl. You see him? the first man called out, not taking his eyes off Y/n.

Daryl Dixon

His voice was low, gruff. See him. He alone. Looks like he's been walkin' a while.

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The first man, Aaron, raised a hand, palm out. We don't bite. You look like you could use some water. You hurt?

The question hung in the dusty air. The gate was close enough to see the rivets in the metal, the wood-and-steel construction. The promise of safety, of a cold drink, of a locked door. But the eyes on him were still wary, the silence stretched taut.