The Walking Dead

Bit (Reader X Daryl)

"No, no, no, no, no, no." Your blood runs cold, you just got bit. Fuck. You were trapped and separated and trapped from Rick and Daryl in a shopping mall. While clearing the large building walkers started to flood out of one of the stores, it looked like a Black Friday nightmare. There was too many and it pushed the three of you is separate directions. You took cover in an open office in one of then stores, it looked clear, but where you wrong. A walker was hiding and when you closed the door the undead being launched out and bit you. You were bit, blood was running down your left fore arm. You were trapped, alone, and bit.

With a shaking hand you held your small hunting knife to your arm, contemplating on cutting off your own arm. You sighed and fell to the floor in defeat. You can't cut off your own arm, you'd pass out or bleed out before it all over. You need to get out of this room and back to the others. The room is getting hot you are sweating, but all at the same time you are so cold. You can still hear the other walkers banging at the door you can't take them all on your own. You curl up into yourself and quietly sob. 

Its been hours your fever is getting worse you are is on fire. Hell your hole body is on fire. You have to do something or you will die in here and then you won't get to see Rick or Daryl. Slowly you stand up, you are already noticeably weak and when you stood up completely you became very light headed. You can't take them on by yourself especially not now. Looking around you see the desk and push it up against the door. You are breathing hard and you put more than you should have into pushing that desk. You are running out of time, fast. You picked up your knife off the floor and opened the door just enough for a walker to put his head in the door way and you to jam your knife in it brain. You did that for 6 walkers, until the weight on the door piled up and the desk was forced away and the door opened. The last walker stumbled into the room, taking a step back you tripped on the walker that had bit you. "Fuck", you went down and the walker after you followed suit. He was on top of you trying to take a bit out of your face. You struggled pushing and fighting. finally you we're able to push the walker off and stab it in his ugly head. 

You laid there, on the ground, for a few moments catching you breath. You are so weak, so pale, and so tired. You push yourself to stand up. You struggled to make it to your feet, but you did it. You start to walk, stumble is more like it. You cant even see straight anymore. Will you make it? You know for sure that you can't  take another attack like that last one. You make it to the main part of the mall and its quiet you don't see any of the two men or any walkers. Not seeing walkers is a good think, but not seeing Rick, or Daryl is not a good thing. You need to get to them before you can't tell them goodbye, because now thats what its all about. You won't make it home, not alive anyway. You start to walk towards the exit where the car is parked, maybe they are out there waiting. You pass by a clothing store and you catch the attention on another walker. "Shit, shit." You say to yourself. You are walking too slow for this walker and he is right behind you. You start to panic knowing you won't be able to keep him off of you. You turn around just in time to catch the walker by the shoulder and he takes you to the ground. "Daryl!" you call out sobbing your voice isn't loud. "Daryl! Daryl!" you desperately call out. Your arms are seconds from giving out. "Im sorry." You say to yourself and closer your eyes but before anything can happen you feel the weight of the walker fly off of you. Your eyes shoot open to see Daryl driving his knife into the walker, and then he runs back to you. "(Y/N) (Y/N) are you hurt." Daryl scans over you looking for any bumps or bruises, and his eyes land on your arm. You grab Daryls hand and look at him. You hear footsteps approaching fast to fast to be a walker so you know its Rick. Rick slides next to you, the opposite side of Daryl. "She's bit, we can cut it off." Daryl speaks  you just shake your head. Tears fill your eyes and you look at Rick and he knows, he knows its too late and you know he knows. Daryl is reaching out of his knife and you grab his hand to stop him. "Daryl.. im sorry." Daryl starts to sob he knows, he just wished that he didn't know. "Daryl, I love you." you say to him tears flowing down your face and his face. "Rick, im sorry, im sorry." you say to him softly Rick just shakes his head and smiles. You look back at Daryl, "Don't be afraid to love." You say to him as you fall into darkness, and you breath your last breath. 

Rick POV:

"Don't be afraid to love." (Y/N) said to Daryl and then she closed her eyes and took her last breath. I Just hung my head and took a moment, Daryl stood up and put his crossbow to (Y/N) forehead. "Wait, you don't. You don't have too." I spoke to him, I know how much he cared for her even if he never admitted it out loud. Daryl looked at me with the look that read, 'I have too'. I nodded my head and Daryl pulled the trigger. 

weeks went on and Daryl was trying to act normal but I could tell, I could tell. He was hurting, I was hurting. (Y/N) was a part of the Atlanta group in the very beginning she was a strong, hard headed, daring, fearless woman. I choose her to be by my side over everyone, I trusted her with my life, and she trusted me with hers, I failed her. On the good side we were her only family that was alive and with her, no one else was to mourn her.