The Hunter and the Angel (Daryl x reader)

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(Y/N) pov.

We started walking quickly down into the alley and I was hardly keeping up with Daryl. My ribs hurting me more than ever before but I didn't wanted to stay here so I continued following Daryl, we turned a left side at the end of a corridor, Daryl quickly stepping back as he saw one of Negan's men back facing us. Delicately taking my arm off his shoulder, he made me sign to stay here. I then, saw him turning the corner not making a sound like a hunter would do on his prey's track and I couldn't held my need to look pass the wall to make sure Daryl was doing fine.

Daryl pov.

I gripped the guy from behind holding his neck between my arms, but he was way bigger than I and he threw me over his head. I roughly ended up in the closest wall. I saw the guy coming back at me and lifted myself off the ground not without a small '' mmmhhh''... I had to take this man quickly because if not these suspicious sounds would bring Negan and his gang here soon enough to take care of (y/n) and I cases. It's at this moment, that I saw (y/n) behind this ugly beef slowly diving her hand into the guy's left side pocket, taking out an average hunting knife. Staying still in the guy's shadow, she was waiting for the opportun moment to give him his final breath. He made a few steps my way, now not farther than a couple yards from me, I gave (y/n) a glance and she returned the look. She grabbed firmly the knife in her right hand and at the last moment I saw a man aiming his gun at (y/n). I jumped on him and killed him almost instantly with my bare hands but his shot was already fired and (y/n) was now on the floor under Negan's man trying to release herself from the guy's corpulence. I ran and kneeled down next to (y/n) moving the man from her and helping her into a sitting position. She was covered in even more blood than before. "You're okay?" I asked staring at her a long time to check for another wound. She slowly pushed me away by the shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine... He took the shot for me." She said showing the guy with her chin and looking back at me. She added, looking to her left to right to check for any incoming enemies" We should keep moving". "Yeah, you are right", I said taking the gun and knife of both corpses and helping (y/n) up.

(Y/n) pov.

I heard a gun shot and I felt a searing pain in my right shoulder, a hot liquid dripping on my cold body and a man corpse on me. I tried to move but I was too weak to liberate me from this brute. Daryl helped me out, starting to look at me worry for any injuries and I didn't want him to see that I had been shot, I didn't want him to worry, so I pushed him away and said "I'm fine, he took the shot for me" and then I added " We should keep moving" looking both directions quite scared about what they would do to us if they find out that we killed 2 men of their squad. Daryl took the men's weapons and we were gone... We finally reached an issue out of that building after a couple minutes, while, in the same time, we started earing Negan's men running through the alleys to find us. But the game wasn't over yet, we still had to make it through the woods back to Alexandria without being followed. Half an hour later, when we were both sure no ones were behind us, Daryl asked me If I wanted to take a break, I replied in a whisper "No, I'm good" which was clearly not the truth, but I didn't wanted to stop, I was to scare that if I did, I would die out there. I continued walking gripped by Daryl who, I think, started to notice my exhaustion. I couldn't even feel my right arm anymore, the one who had been shot and I was afraid to have to cut it off, but I pushed the thoughts away and tried to stay positive about my case. Suddenly, a bunch of walkers came out of nowhere, I grabbed the gun Daryl has giving me earlier with my left hand trying to lift it at a walker's head level but failed miserably, losing balance I fell on the ground, I tried to kill it, but I could only push it away. At this moment, Daryl appeared from the shadows and put his knife in the skull of the walker. I held my right arm tightly with my left pressing it, trying to cause even the slightlest sensation but it was effortless, I wasn't feeling anything. Daryl lifted me up and noticed my sudden strange habbit to hold my arm and was suddenly took with stupor "Where you bit?" He asked passing his hand on my arm trying to find a bite's mark. He stopped dead end when his fingers felt the hole in my right shoulder. "(Y/n)?" He asked. I looked away, the blood covering my body now starting to get me sick. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and reply "Yes, I had been shot, okay..? This isn't the end of the world" the sickness growing up in me, I started walking, hoping for it to leave me but I couldn't manage to make 3 little steps forward that the trees around me began spinning and I felt myself falling but being caught by Daryl's arms. I had never seen this concerned looked on his face but I couldn't see it very long... The only thing I could manage to murmur before everything went back was "help me!"

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