Daryl Dixon one-shots

The tombs

POV: Daryl finds you in the prison tombs.

Daryl crept through the dark, dank tunnels of the prison, his crossbow at the ready. He knew that he had to be careful, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as he searched for any sign of life.

As he turned a corner, he caught sight of a figure huddled in the shadows. He raised his crossbow, ready to fire, but then he saw that it was a young woman.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice low and treating.

The woman looked up, her eyes filled with fear. "My name is Y/N," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Daryl felt his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of her. She was young, barely more than a girl, and she looked like she had been through hell.

"What are you doing down here?" he asked, his voice firm.

"I was trying to get away from the walkers," she said, her voice shaking. "I thought this place would be safe."

Daryl felt a pang of sympathy as he looked at her. He knew what it was like to be alone in the world, and he could see that she was scared.

"You're safe now," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm going to get you out of here."

Lotus looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," she said weakly.

Daryl led her through the tunnels, his crossbow at the ready. He knew that they had to move quickly, but he also knew that he had to keep her safe.

As they emerged from the tunnels, Daryl felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had found Y/N, and he had kept her safe.

"Come on," he said, gesturing for her to follow him. "Let's get you somewhere safe."

Lotus nodded, her eyes fixed on Daryl. She knew that she had found someone who would protect her, no matter what. And for the first time in a long time, she felt like she might be able to survive in this new world.