TAG ! d. dixon

he smelt of blood and sweat. diana wouldn't have
pegged it to have a pleasant smell, she would go as far
as saying that it was a pungent, bitter smell that one
would vomit to, but on him . . . on him it was the smell
of safety, the smell of hope and protection.

| ( daryl dixon x oc ! )
| ( enemies to lovers ! )
| ( undercase is on purpose )
| ( unedited ! )