Daryl Dixon x Reader

No Turning Back

*Author's note: Sorry for such a long wait, I've been meaning to finish this chapter but never got around to doing it. Well I finally found some time :)    P.s. I've found that listening to indie music really helps while reading this story I suggest you try it (if you want of course :) -My personal preference is 'Flume' by Bon Iver or maybe 'What Will' by José González- hope you enjoy this chapter. *

The birds' song was all you could here besides the dull ringing left in your ears. "Don't fall behind." Michonne huffs.

You mumble a reply and pick up your pace. 'He could be dead.' you think to yourself. 'He could be one of those things and...' The tears fell before you could stop them.  Michonne slowly turns around and offers you a sad smile. "We should find somewhere to hold up in for the night. It's not safe out here."

"I know a place." You sigh.

You glance at the Walker bodies still lying in the same place. Then you see the spike of metal still coated in his blood. You slump to the ground and watch Michonne tie up her new 'pets'. To the quiet sound of the walkers' groans you close your eyes.

"Wanna talk about it?" Michonne whispers after blocking off the doors.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Look, I know you're hurting. It could help, y'know?"

"I just... I thought we were invincible behind those walls. We had it good and we took it for granted. For all we know we could be the last ones alive. Even if the others made it out, we ain't ever gonna see them again. Hell, they probably think the same thing. " The store falls silent.

Michonne grabs your arm and forces you to look at her. "Daryl is alive!" She hisses, her eyes slowly soften and her grip releases. "There's no doubt about it. He'll be roaming the woods hunting you down while you've just given up."

"He could be dead." You whisper.

"He could be alive."

You look at the ground and follow the specks of blood. You shake your head and smirk. "Daryl doesn't let everyone see but he's clumsy." Your eyes find Michonne with an intrigued look on her face. She nods for you to continue. "One day, on a run, he was cornered by a few walkers. He must have slipped or something. I found him right there." You point to the jagged metal spike. Michonne follows your finger and cringes. "Yeah... It wasn't pretty. He had speared himself and the walkers were making their way towards him. So, of course, it was down to me to save him." You chuckle and continue. "I killed them off and rushed over to him. I assessed the damage and, to put it bluntly,  ripped him off it."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, ouch. I then patched him up and..."

You trail off.

"And?" Michonne prompts.

"Nothing." You giggle like a giddy school girl.

"Sure... come on, I could do with something to cheering up."

You scrunch up your face and blush. "We kissed."

Michonne laughs and nudges your shoulder. "Ohhhhh!" She teases.

"Shut up." You laugh, glancing back at the ground.

"What was he like?"

"Erm you mind your business." You giggle.

"Oh come on... I haven't gossiped like this since well... before."

"Well, he was nice... not rough or forceful. He hadn't shaved in a while so... and his lips were slightly chapped but..."