Death, Blood and, Somehow, Love

Bitten Sorrow

                    I didn't care that my legs showed. I didn't care that my shirt only came past my ass. I didn't even care that I caught Daryl staring at me a few times.
                   What I did care about was people were dying. And if I was going to die tonight, I had something to tell Daryl.
                 " Hey," I whisper, " Daryl!"
                   He turns to me. Fear fills his eyes.
                  Fear for what? I wonder, Me? He doesn't know me enough to fear for me. It must be something else. All we did was kiss.
                 But I knew it was more to me, and more to him.
               " If I die tonight-" Daryl interrupts me.
               " Don't," he pleads, " Please, Jayda. I can't loose you. "
               " I have to say this. " I say, in shock, " If I die tonight, don't ... end it. Just let me go. But I don't want to leave here before I turn. Only end me if I'm dangerous. I'm asking this. "
               " I can't," he tells me, " I can't let you suffer like that. "
               " You have to. I would do it for you if you asked me to. "
              " Fine. I promise. " I didn't believe him.
              " Let me see those hands. " He holds them up. I see his crossed fingers.
              " Nice catch. " he says, impressed.
                          Daryl's P.O.V.
              " Now promise me," she insists, her hands covering mine so I couldn't cross my fingers.
              " I promise. "
              I kiss her softly and we run out into the open. Walker after walker drops until all in sight were gone.
             That's right ya lil' jackasses, I think to myself, y'all better run. Sumbitches.
            Then, a walker comes out from behind a corner and bites Jayda in the shoulder. She grins an arrow and stabs the bastard in the head. She screams and her seemingly lifeless body crumbles to the ground.
           " No!" I yell, tears forming in my eyes, "No! Jayda!"
                            Jayda's P.O.V.
           I hear a muffled voice that I recognize as Daryl, and catch glimpse of his sparkling blue eyes. He was crying.
           " Don't end it," I whisper frantically, through my own tears, " Please, you promised. Let me go. Let me turn here. Let me turn in my home. "
          He nods, gathers me into his arms and touches hi lips to my forehead. They're still there when blackness clouds my vision.