Daryl Dixon One Shots

The bite

"Daryl!" I called his name as we were walking back to Alexandria.
He just kept walking ahead of me.
"Daryl!" I yelled.
Daryl stopped and turned around.
"Everything okay?" Daryl asked.
I pulled my scarf off revealing the walker bite on my neck.
"No! No! No! No! No! No! No!" Daryl rushed over to me and held my chin, making me face off to the right so he could get a proper look.
"Fuck," Daryl cried, "When?"
"Back there," I sighed.
I looked back to Daryl and he looked like he was going to break down.
I held onto his neck and kissed away his tears that were leaking out of the containment he was trying to hold.
"Daryl. Its okay. Its better this way," I told him.
"How is this way better?" Daryl asked while letting out his tears.
"Because when we get back to Alexandria I can say goodbye and I can end it myself," I told him.
"I dont know how I can do this without you," Daryl took my hands and put them on his chest.
"You will. Its you. You're Daryl fucking Dixon," I leaned forward and kissed him.
Daryl held onto the uninfected side of my neck and kissed back.
"And dont get me wrong. I will miss you. I'll miss your toughness. Your kindness. Every part of you. Inside and out," I cried.
Daryl put his forehead on mine, "It wont be easy. To end it all."
"I know. But I can do it," I told him.