Imagine you are Tara are on a run, you two have been flirting and have known eachother for awhile. Imagine that you tell her how you feel about her; but only when it's too late.
"We're almost done! Anything you need?" Tara asked reloading her gun.
"No, I'm fine. How about you pretty woman?" You flirted.
Making Tara blush, "I'm fine y/n, let's find away out of here. You take the front and I'll take the back-"
"- that sounds a little risky don't you think?" You scratched the back of your head.
"Babe, trust me on this okay? We'll make it." Tara, always got her way, but you decided not to disagree with her.
"Alright, I'll meet you by the truck."
You began to walk through the hall way (you're at a supermarket) picking up other random things you may need, soap, razors, anything. You was almost at the sliding doors until you heard moans coming from around you.
You looked to your left, right, even in front and behind you. You didn't look above you.
The ceiling had caved in and a walker was above you, trying to get you, it fell, you screamed trying to fire your gun; there was no bullets left. It was heavy, a big struggle for you to lift off.
You felt it's sharp teeth take a chunk out of your breast, leaving you to do nothing but try harder. Grabbing your knife you stabbed it in the head, but it was too late, the infection was already spreading. You pushed the corpse off you and bandaged your breast, putting on a new shirt.
You walked to the car to meet Tara.
"Hey, I thought I lost you for a minute." She smiled hugging you, "I kinda wanted to talk to you–"
"Tara, I wanted to tell you that you're gorgeous, and that I've had a big crush on you for a long time. You've become apart of me but–"
Tara cut you off kissing you, she began to ramble on how she liked you too, and that she wanted to become a thing with you. You had to stop her, your infection was spreading too fast, your immune system was low, you was already sweating and hallucinating.
"So I was thinking, you and me, could Yano, be a thing." She smiled, looking at you.
"I would Tara, I'd love that, but I can't." You could feel the tears prick your eyes.
"What, you just said you liked me and–"
You lifted up your shirt, ripping off the bandage revealing your half torn off breast. You didn't know what to say, it was too late.
"We need to go back to Alexandria now, Jessie's husband is a surgeon he can help you."
"Tara."
"And he can get it removed. Antibiotics."
"TARA!!" You shouted. "It's too late, the infection has spread. I'm hallucinating, sweating like a big in spit. There's nothing we can do."
Tears spilled out of her eyes, you hated this as much as she did. After months of hiding your attraction to her, it was too late, you was already dead.
You took out your useless gun, getting a bullet out of the glove compartment, reloading your gun.
Tara shook her head, almost as if she knew what you was going to say.
"Tara, I need you to put me out of my misery, now."
"No, y/n I can't." Her voice croaked.
"You can, hold my hand, close your eyes and kiss me. When I say what I need to say I'll make you pull that trigger."
You didn't let Tara get what she wanted this time, but she went along with what you wanted.
You both sat in the back seat of your car, you put your hand over here on the trigger like Shane did when teaching Andrea. You kissed her softly, tears both spilling down your cheeks.
"I love you." You said, pulling the trigger.
A/N: I really hope you liked this imagine, it took me a little while to plan, I'm sorry if this depressed you but I felt like some of you would like this!
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