Here is a new Daryl Dixon x Reader One Shot. I hope you like it. Have fun while reading and as always I'm sorry for my bad English...
[I don't own The Walking Dead or the characters!]
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The farm had fallen. For a while you were helplessly exposed to the walkers. An exhausting time in which you all could only sleep with one eye open and always you had to be on guard. But luckily you found the prison. It was full of undead, but after some time and exhausting work you had it cleaned up and finally had protection, again. Of course you still had guards, but at last you had a place to retreat, a place where you could farm again so that you had enough food, a place where you could live and a place to call home. You had all your tasks so that living together could work and it really worked. You had enough food, drink and sleep. In the present world, one of these things was already worth gold and you had the luxury of enjoying all three....
The sun burned on your skin and your head ached because of the heat. Your skin had already reddened and a shiny layer of sweat covered your body. Your throat was dry, but still you went on with your work.
The whole morning you had already helped Rick with the plants and animals you kept in the prison yard. Now it was already afternoon, the sun was at its highest and hotter than all the hours before. You had tied your hair in a ponytail so that the heat was a little more bearable. So you stood at the fence with a pointed metal rod in your hand, which had also heated up a little due to the heat. You rammed the metal into the skulls of walkers. They fell lifeless to the ground in front of the fence that separated you from them.
Exhausted, you wiped the sweat from your forehead with your hand and took a deep breath. As best you could, you tried to ignore the constant headache, but it was getting worse by the minute. Your head ached more and more, your throat became drier and drier and your body began to shake with exertion and heat.
"Y/N!"
Startled, you turned around, but your entire surroundings began to sway because of the quick movement. You tried your best to fix yourself on one point, but it was no use, you were lost in the darkness, which at least gave you a little peace...
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With a grunt, you opened your eyes and began to sit up. A wave of nausea overcame you and immediately your body was dragged over a bucket. You coughed and retched. Your stomach emptied into the bucket and the disgusting taste made you wince.
"Shh it's alright girl relax," a familiar voice soothed you and a hand stroked your back.
You read out a soft whimper as you lay back down. Now the headache was coming back too. You hated being so weak, you wanted to get up again and go out to help, but before you could even swing your legs over the side of the bed, you were pushed back down onto the bed.
"Stay."
Your watery eyes say around the room, searching for the person who belonged to the voice. Finally they stopped on your boyfriend.
"Daryl?" you asked.
"Hey, sunshine. I'm here, everything's okay."
"Fuck my head hurts..." you mumbled, " ...and my body feels so hot."
Daryl chuckled as he handed you a water bottle, "I can imagine, after all you've been out in the sun all day and haven't had anything to drink."
Gratefully, you took the water and sat up a little with his help.
"Herschel said you're just a little dehydrated and have sunstroke, nothing that won't go away," he added with his raspy voice.
You just nodded silently after swallowing the last sip of the water bottle down your dry throat. When your eyes fell on your arms, you realised how red they were. You had truly underestimated the sun here and now you had to live with the consequences...
