PR_Babygirl1021
After Carl Grimes is shot, the world narrows to survival-and somewhere in the aftermath, Knox Avery becomes part of the group without ever meaning to. No introductions. No past. Just a stranger who stays.
She didn't ask to belong.
They didn't ask her to.
Knox keeps her distance, all sharp edges and steady aim, carrying more than she'll ever say out loud. Trust doesn't come easy-not anymore. But day by day, she proves herself in the only way that matters: she doesn't run. Not when it gets hard. Not when it hurts.
And Daryl Dixon notices.
He sees it in the way she watches everything. In the silence she hides behind. In the moments she almost lets her guard slip. He doesn't press, doesn't demand-just meets her where she is, lingering a little closer, staying when she expects him to walk away.
What grows between them is quiet. Fragile. Built in glances, in shared fights, in the space where words aren't needed. It's not something either of them planned for-maybe not something they even think they deserve.
But in a world where everything falls apart, they begin to hold on to each other anyway.
They never asked for it.
But they stay.