The Hunter and the Angel (Daryl x reader)

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Hi! I know I haven't update in months and I am deeply sorry! But I'm now back with an upgrade!!

Did you guys watch the mid-season finale? As a fan of the comics, I am extremely angry with the decision that had been made... And I'm not sure how it could help the show to get better in any ways... What are your thoughts about the cliffhanger?

Enjoy and vote!

(Y/n)'s Pov
When I woke up, I wasn't at Denise's place anymore. I was in a comfortable bed surrounding by pillows of every shapes and forms. Where was I? It almost seemed like there was no apocalypse outside; everything was so calm and peaceful... Then I tried moving and everything came back to me: the walkers, Negan, Lucille, the pain, Daryl... But where was he? Where was everyone? I couldn't just stayed in bed without knowing what was happening outside. Maybe they needed help. I couldn't stay there useless, I owed them too much to let them down. My head and stomach were hurting still so badly.

Grunting, I tried to get out of bed but at the moment my butt left the side of the bed and that I straightened my back and legs, I fell foward arms first. I started screaming in agony, not able to move a single muscle, nor able to articulate words. I stayed there immobile waiting for my death to come, until I heard footsteps coming my way. Hot tears were streaming down my sweaty face as I saw someone feet at the door frame. "Shit" I thought Daryl rumbled quickly kneeling down next to me. "Why did you move? He asked, but I didn't make any effort to give him one. "Oh crap" He added lifting my shirt noticing my blood soaked shirt and the now soaked floor. "Hang on there a sec, I'm gonna go get some help, okay sunshine? I sightly moved my head."Don't move... Just don't move." he said leaving me alone running down the stairs. He came back not long after with Carol following him a first aid kit in her arms. "Okay (y/n) we are going to lift you off the ground to the bed. We will do our best not to hurt you okay?" He asked. I slowly nodded. "Took a deep breath sunshine" He said as he delicately grabbed my shoulders and turned me on my back before lifting me and putting me back on the bed. Daryl was holding my shoulders and upper back while Carol was holding my steady legs. Now on my back, I realized by the blood on my shirt how badly I had ripped my stitches. My head fell straight onto one of the pillows as seeing more blood made me felt even worse that I was feeling already. Daryl lifted my shirt and inspected my opened wound. "Shit" I heard him mutured  as he turned around his back now facing me. At the same moment Carol lifted my head slightly, and asked me to drown some pain killer pills she had in her hand along with a glass of water. I hardly took the pills, shocking on the water as soon as it reached my dry mouth.

During this time, Daryl was preparing the needle. What a good idea I had, I though as I tried to brave myself at the upcoming pain. Daryl hands were shaking one holding the small needle, as the other laid on my stomach, and I couldn't look elsewhere than at him. Carol quickly notice his stupord and took the needle from him. " It's okay" she whimpered to him, starking at the same moment to stitch me up. I closed my eyes, trying to figure myself miles away, as the pain almost got the upper hold on me. When it was done I reopened my eyes, the sun light immediately made me blink. I didn't even had time to thank them that screams were heard following shortly by a gun being fired. "What was that?" Carol asked as she made her way to the small window by my side. A certain man could be seen holding a wire baseball bat.

"We need to run!'' Daryl said turning to face me. Carol stopped him straight "Wow, she can't go anywhere Daryl, what is it?" "That's the freaking bastard that did that to (y/n) he finished furious and in a hurry. "We have to hide" he told Carol as he took another look at me. "The trap under the house, quickly" she pressed. Daryl then ran to my side taking me along. With the bed sheets in his warm arms rushing down the stairs as fast as he could grabbing his crossbow that was on a table in the living room, then running down another pair of stairs that I didn't know were there. "Come get us when They will be gone" Daryl screamed as we went deeper into the darkness. He soon put me down as I took in my surrounding. He closed the door and I stayed figorified, not wanting this sick bastard to find us. Under the pressure I find the urge to sit up ignoring the sharp pain in my stomach. Daryl locked us in and join me in the opposite corner of the room. He moved a piece of furniture in front of us that way we were hided from anyone trying to break into the room.

Daryl's pov
I sat down next to (y/n) breathless and asked her who was looking at me perplexe "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine" she whimpered almost instantly looking down at her bare feet. She was wearing a way too big man shirt, now soaked in blood , letting her left shoulder shows and a pair of old decolored grey shorts. "I'm sorry for earlier" I started interrupting the awkward silence that was going on. " I've been very mean" I whispered. "No, you didn't" she said her eyes suddenly lighting up. " You haven't done anything wrong. I'm the one who stupidly decided to get out of bed. Plus, you could have just let me down there" she wispered smiling lightly now looking at her interlocked fingers. "Thanks" she said timidly grabbing my tan hand in her white one. "It wouldn't have happened if I haven't left your side" I grunned. " You cannot spend your life waiting for someone D" she said squeasing my hand. " You already did so much for me, I owe you my life..."

At this moment, we were very close, I could hear the sound of gun being fired outside but couldn't do anything about it except waiting for them to stop. We were both frightened, yet we didn't seem to care, or we just prefered to ignore it on intend.... I couldn't tell. We didn't know if we were winning the fight, couldn't know if someone would enter our secret room soon and maybe kill the both of us, yet we were sharing a moment, glaring at each other eyes, holding each other close, both scared to let go, both needing one another.

"They won't touch you again" I mutured in her ear, holding her close to my heart. "Sshh" she attempt to murmur trembling. She hided her head in my chest. I hold my crossbow closer ready to protect her at any cost. I couldn't, wouldn't be able to see her go...

"Life hurts D" she said fighting to stay awake, a stray tear falling down her face, but I knew she needed to rest. I didn't try to argue with her, she was right in every way I could possibly imagine. And I just soothle her lightly, so she could feel safe... At least for once...

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