One shots X Reader

Daryl Dixon; The Walking Dead

You had been with Rick's group for three months now but you still didn't really get along with anyone. Sure, they were all nice, but you learned not to get attached to anyone anymore. Either the end up dead, or they become walkers. So you left all emotional attachment alone. But, as hard as you tried, you couldn't help but notice Daryl. You wanted to know what his deal was. He too had no emotional attachment to anyone, well he had a brother, but from what they told you, he had been left handcuffed to a roof in Atlanta. They went back, but he was gone, well everything except his hand which he apparently sawed off with a dull saw blade. Now, Daryl hardly talked to anyone. The one thing that he did do though, was let you come hunting with him because you were an experienced hunter and tracker.

Now, you were stalking a huge buck, waiting for the right time to take it out. You silently moved across the ground with precise steps, almost quieter than Daryl, who was in front of you, who apparently made no noise as all, which was hard to believe. As the buck stopped, Daryl motioned for you to stop and you obeyed. You watched intrigued as Daryl silently loaded his crossbow. One of these days he'd have to show you how to use it. He took aim and just as he was about to take the winning shot, the Bucks head shot up. That's when you heard the bushes rustle. The buck took off as a dozen walkers cam lumbering out of the bushes.

"Shit." Daryl said and turned to run as you grabbed his arm.

"We can't just leave them here, they'll come to camp!" You whispered fiercely. He gave you a look of annoyance and continued to walk away. "There's kids!" When you said this, he turned around and glared at you, but motioned for you to go left. You nodded gratefully and snuck around the group of walkers. They hadn't detected you, but they would soon. As you get into position, you saw Daryl opposite of you and motioned for you to shoot. You silently took an arrow out of your quiver and notched it onto the bow string. You pulled the bow back and waited for the perfect moment. One walker walked in front of another as you let your arrow fly. It flew through both heads and into a tree next to Daryl. By now, Daryl shot his bow and you took out another arrow. You let it fly as a walker came at you. You loaded again and took out another one. So far, you and Daryl had killed 7 walkers and there were 5 left. Daryl advanced on them as you kept taking them out with your arrows. Daryl was taking on the last two when you felt hands grab your shoulder and pull you back. You dropped your bow as you fell and looked up to see a walker looming above you. You pulled out your knife, but when the walker fell to his knees, he knock it out of your hand. The walker was on top of you now and you had nothing to defend yourself. You put your hands up to push him off, but the walker had pinned you left arm down and was trying to take a bite out of your right arm. By now, you were panicking. You could feel his teeth scrape against your sleeve as it tried to bite you.

"DARYL!" You screamed. You could feel the walkers jaw start to clench on your arm and you knew it was over. "DARYL!" You screamed again now in hysterias. You closed your eyes and felt something collapse on you. You opened your eyes to see the walked on top of you with one of Daryl's arrows sticking out of its head. Daryl rolled the body off of you and you realized that you were probably going to be dead anyways. The thought sent you back in to hysterias.

"Oh god, it bit me didn't it." You said hyperventilating and crying at the same time. "I'm dead." You cried as Daryl came and crouched beside you. He pulled up you sleeve to reveal no bite.

"Hey, yer okay." He said showing you that there were no bite marks on your arm. You felt relieved, but you still cried, which was embarrassing. It was all too much for you to handle right now. You put your arm over your face as you cried. You could tell that Daryl was uncomfortable and tried to stop.

"Just leave and I'll die of embarrassment instead." You said and tried to laugh, which turned into more crying.

"(Y/N),-" Daryl said trying to figure out what would make you feel better. You took a deep breath and wiped your eyes.