Daryl Dixon X Reader

chapter 7

"This is stupid.." Daryl takes a few steps away from me and sighs.
"Sorry.." I apologize again, for the millionth time "I didn't mean it, about the whole cry baby thing.."
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He was about to reply but gets distracted from the sound of zombies hitting the door "Shit.."
I quickly run over to the stairs and grab ahold of a knife, looking up at the door.
Its being forcefully pushed by multiple zombies.
"BETH? CARL?" I yell as loud as I could, only to get a weak slap on my back.
"Shut up, we can't draw more attention to ourselves than we already did" Daryl glares at me, I roll my eyes and sigh.
"WE'RE IN THE BATHROOM" Beth yells from, what I'm guessing is upstairs.
And she probably got scolded for yelling.
"God dammit" Daryl stomps up the stairs and unlocks the door handle.
"Daryl wh-" He swings the door open and stabs multiple zombies as fast as he could.
Then he gets bitten and dies.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this book thanks for reading bye.

I'm kidding 😂😂 Lmao. Alright sorry.

I run up the stairs and help him by leaning over his shoulder and stabbing a few that he didn't get.
The more we kill, the more zombies show up, it's a never ending loop.
My heart is racing so fast, my palms sweating, my mind is racing with so many death scenes.
Then Daryl slams the door shut, leaning against it ;squishing me against the wall from this tight narrow stairway.
"Fuck!" He yells and kicks his leg against the door, getting more attention from the zombies than before.
"Daryl shut up, you're only making it worse!" I whisper yell at him, trying to help him with the door.
"Fine, let's see if you can fuckin do any better" He stops leaning on the door and walks down the stairs, soon leaving my vision.. probably laying on the foamy.
I grit my teeth and spread my arms so I'm using both sides of me to help, my legs already feeling sore.

An hour later

The zombies finally lost interest in trying to get in, my heart beating so damn hard it feels like I could pass out any second.
I make my way down the stairs, my legs wobbly, my head aching, my eye lids heavy.
The last few steps seemed like the hardest thing to walk on, my body finally going numb as my body falls forward, everything going black.

Another time skip Srry 3:

My eyes flutter open; seeing Daryl by my side with his head down, his crossbow next to him.
"H-how long was I asleep?" I mumble and weakly sit up, wiping my eyes.
"Who knows" He looks up at me and shrugs. I'm currently on the foamy with a thin blanket on me, there's multiple cans of beer on the floor by Daryls side, one is still in his hand.
"How many did you drink?!" I quickly stumble to my feet, snatching the bottle out of his hand.
He sighs and stands up, wiping his forehead "Doesn't matter"
"Yes, it does" I turn to him with a death glare, crossing my arms over my chest.
"About ten" He takes a step closer to me, his arms resting at his side as he leans on one leg.
"Beer isn't always the answer you know.." I frown and glance away.
"Well, what is?" Daryl continues to walk closer to me, this time I don't back away.
I quickly lean in and wrap my arms around his back, closing my eyes as I rest my head on his chest.
He stumbles back with me clinging to him, looking down at me with a shocked expression, his heart beating faster than usual.. not really sure on what to do or even think.
"I care about you Daryl.. a lot.." I mumble as quietly as possible, too shy to move a muscle.
After a few seconds he pulls out of the hug I was giving him, his face completely red.