We Stand Together (Rickyl)

Chapter 8

Daryl's POV

Everyone was out of breath, and dead walkers surrounded us. We were safe-for now.
"You OK?" Rick asked me. I grunted in response and reached up to wipe some blood off the other man's face. He grabbed my hand and held it to his face, turning to kiss my caloused palm. I felt myself give him a small grin. "I love you." He whispered before turning away to face the group.
"Alright everyone, we should go. More walkers are probably on the way." Rick announced. We all gathered our gear and headed out, following the road, yet saying in the treeline. A snap of a twig got us all on alert, and a man emerged from the woods. The same one who had taken my damn rabbit earlier. His face was covered in blood, and the little girl was nowhere to be seen.
He raised his gun to me an' Rick, his hand trembling. Rick drew his gun, I raised my crossbow, and the others all drew their weapons.
"Put the gun down. We don't need any trouble." Rick said firmly. The man laughed, a wild look in his eyes.
"I killed her. She ate my rabbit and I fucking killed her!" He laughed again. I lunged toward him, but Rick held out his hand to stop me.
"Put. The. Gun. Down." Rick said carefully, taking a step toward him.
"No! Not another step!" He screamed, training the gun on Rick. My finger itched to pull the trigger, but I knew Rick would take care of it. He always does.
Rick put his hands in the air and put his gun to the ground. "No one has to get hurt here. Just put the gun down and we can talk. We can help you." The man rushed at Rick, but I was faster. I pressed the tip of my arrow into his throat and he laughed, backing up. I had the bastard pinned to a tree.
"I'm not gonna give you a second chance. Put the fuckin gun down." I growled.
"I have a better idea." He smiled. I heard the gunshot, but it took me a second to realize where it had hit- the barrel was pressed against my stomach. The hot searing pain took another second to hit, but when it did, I fell to the ground, wet with blood.

Rick's POV

Rage consumed me, and I screamed out for Daryl. I wasted no time rushing the crazy man and slitting his throat so deeply that he was near damn decapitated. Blood came out in a fine mist and covered my face, but I didn't care. I chopped and chopped away long after the man was dead, not stopping till his head was jaggedly severed from his neck.
The group made space, allowing me to get to Daryl. Blood was pooling around him and spilling from his mouth. Tears spilled own my cheeks as I cupped his face with my hands.
"I'm so sorry. " I whispered. He pulled me into a kiss, and didn't break it until his last exhale. I hugged him to my chest, crying as I slipped my knife hilt-deep into his skull.

The man I love is dead. There is no coming out of this. If it wasn't for Carl and Judith, I would fucking kill myself right now. All I can do is make sure Daryl's memory lives on. I picked up his crossbow and turned to the others.
"We got a body to bury."

A/n
So that's the end of my story...I fucking hate myself, I'm sorry...I didn't know any other way to end it...fml