The house was too silent, too still. It could never be called peaceful, it never had been, but it was something like that. At the realization, something inside his chest stirred and he felt his throat tighten, though he didn't know why. He could leave right now, and no one would care. **AU from Praxid's Down in the Willow Garden. Written with permission. Daryl/OC.**
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,860 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 3/22/2014 - Daryl D., Merle D.