Zakaria: The Walking Dead

Chapter Three: Hello Greenes'

Zakaria's POV: 

I woke up groaning in pain. My side felt like someone had shot me- wait, someone did shoot me. Fuck. 

I slowly opened my eyes and then quickly shut them as the bright sun caused my head to throb. 

"Zak?" 

I turned my head to the voice, realizing I was on a soft bed, a blanket pulled over me. 

I forced my eyes open and squinted at Rick, who was sitting in a chair by me.

"The one and only," I answer with a smirk before coughing and then hissing in pain. 

Rick stood, helping me sit up,and handed me a glass of water, which I quickly swallowed. 

"How's Carl?" 

Rick smiled and shook his head at me, "He's fine, other than a few bruises from that tackle. He's okay. You do realize you got shot, right?"

I rolled my eyes, "Oh, so that's why I feel like deep fried shit."

Rick snorted and smiled, "How'd you know about the guy getting ready to shoot the deer?" He questioned, turning serious. 

I handed the empty glass to Rick with slightly shaky hands and rested my head back against the headboard. 

"I heard a shotgun cocking and realized it wasn't us and it was on the other side of the deer. So I tackled'm."

"Thank you." 

"Anytime Rick."

"No, you best avoid getting shot again. Daryl will definitely kill me. Speaking of which, I'ma go get him so he doesn't kill me for not telling him you're awake."

Before I could question Rick, he had left the room.

An older man came in, probably about Dale's age, just moments after Rick left. 

I raised a brow at him. 

"I'm Hershel. The guy who pulled the bullet fragments out of your side." He informed me, answering my unasked question. 

I nodded slowly, "Thanks."

Hershel pulled the chair up that Rick had previously sat in, and sat down and gestured to my shirt. 

"I need to check the wounds and make sure they're not infected. It's been two days since you got shot."

I pushed the blanket off me and was thankful I had a shirt on. Until I realized it was a clean shirt and I wasn't wearing a binder. 

Hershel must have noticed me freezing as I held my shirt tail.

"Rick and I are the only ones who know. I gave you one of my larger shirts so it wouldn't show anything." 

I nodded, a few tears burning my eye but I ignored them. 

I slowly raised the shirt up to reveal some bandages, which Hershel gently removed to reveal five different holes stitched shut.

"No infection. That's good. I let you know this though, you probably wouldn't have survived me removing those five pieces out of your side if that rough looking guy hadn't had the same blood type as you. Or if Shane and Otis hadn't gotten the supplies we needed from town. You are a lucky man, Zak."

As Hershel finished putting clean bandages on my side, Daryl came barreling into the room. 

"Ye damn idiot! If ye died I would've found a way to bring ye back just to kill ye myself ye stupid, selfless, self-sacrificing ass."

"Good to see you too, Daryl." I greeted with a smile. 

Hershel stood, "Rest and don't leave this bed without someone helping you. You should be fine in two weeks."

And then Hershel left, leaving me with Daryl. 

"You gonna sit, or just continue staring at me?" I asked, meeting Daryl's beautiful blues with my brown eyes. 

He huffed and walked around the bed, sitting in the chair Hershel had left near the bed. 

"I thought ye were gonna die, Zak…" 

Daryl's words were so soft that I barely heard them. 

"But I didn't, Daryl. I'm still here," I replied just as gently and took his hand, which he had holding his knee, "I ain't going no where. I'm too stubborn to die. And someone's gotta be around to annoy you and make your grumpy ass smile."

Daryl looked up from his feet and a few tears had left his eyes, "Don't do that to me again," his voice cracking, "I can't loose you, Zak. I-I love you."

The world froze for a split second. His words echoing in my head.

"You, you love me?" 

He huffed, "I ain't have said it if I didn't mean it. I love you, Zakaria."

I smiled, "I love you too, Daryl."

He slowly reached his other hand up, placing it against my cheek. His thumb tracing the scar running from under my left eye and down my cheek. 

"Kiss me?" The words barely loud enough to hear. 

Before I could worry about him changing his mind, he leaned forward, catching my lips with his. 

It was surprisingly slow and gently. His lips pressed mine before slowly opening to lick my bottom lip and I quickly parted my lips to let his tongue explore my mouth and brush against my own tongue. 

Both of his hands were soon holding my head, his left hand in my hair and his right hand on my cheek.

My hands went to him. One tangled in his thick dark hair and the other hand on the back of his neck, keeping him close to me. 

He tugged my hair gently, it was barely long enough to pull at all, and I moaned into his mouth. 

He growled lowly and nipped my lip, causing it to sting and for me to taste copper before he soothed it with his tongue. 

He pulled his lips from mine and rested his head beside mine, lips against my neck, below my ear, "If you keep makin' noises like that, I might end up hurtin' ye."

His warning made me feel even more hot and bothered. 

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Dar-," l didn't didn't get to finish his name before he was leaving small kisses along the side of my neck, barely nipping occasionally, "Daryl," I said breathlessly, "Daryl, I need you."

He left a few more open mouth kisses on my neck before looking into my eyes with a gently and loving look I'm not use to seeing him give. 

"I need ye too, Zak. But yer stitches. Let's wait at least a few days before we do anything, okay, hun?" He whispered as he gave me another gentle but quick kiss on the lips. 

"Daryl," I whined. 

He gave me a small smirk, "Didn't know ye were such a needy lil' thing."

I felt my face turn red, "I need you so bad, Daryl."

I bit my lip as one of his hands went to my waist. 

"How bad, baby?" I moaned softly as he traced my uninjured side, fingers brushing under my shirt, "Ye like it when I talk dirty don't ye?" I nodded and he smirked, "Use yer words, little one. Tell me how bad ye want me."

"I need you, so bad Daryl. I-I wanna feel you in me and feel you pounding inside of me and feel your cum fill me up. Please, Daryl."

He smirked and kissed my forehead, "I can't wait te' fill ye up and mark you as mine," he whispered against my skin before standing to leave.

"You're a tease, Daryl Dixon," I grumble.

He smiled down at me, "I call it edgin'," he said with a wink before he left me sitting on the bed blushing. 

Damn you, Daryl.