Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~9~

   That morning you woke up on your stomach beside Daryl who was staring up at the ceiling obviously lost in thought. "Mornin'." You mumble rather sleepily while rubbing your eyes. "Mornin'. How's your head?" He asks while looking down at you and then you realize the dull throbbing in your head. You groan flopping your face back into the pillow as deep chuckle imitates from his chest and he sits up sliding out of bed. You finally sit up and you find that he's already dressed. "..What'd ya remember?" He asks you carefully, obviously a loaded question. You yawn, "From last night?" You ask and he nods with a worried look. "Not much..." You say while standing up and walking over to your pack. You glance over to him, finding he had an even more worried look on his face before he looks down. Silently walking behind you and towards the door, "Oh- except the part where we had sex n then I said, I loved you." You admit casually as you pull out your other pair of cargo pants. You shake them out with a smirk when he snaps his gaze to you. He breathes an audible breathe of relief before shaking his head at you with a playful unamused look.

He walks up to you, immediately hugging you from behind tightly. "Don't scare me like that." He quietly tells you. You lean back into his chest and he drops his head on your shoulder. Turning his face to kissing kiss the nape of your neck. "Don't know what'd I'd do if ya was serious." He admits and you turn around in his grasp with a light smile. "I couldn't forget last night. It was the best night I've ever had." You tell him, and he smiles down at you before cupping your face gently with his hand. "You're somthin' else." He comments and you grin before kissing his lips briefly. "I know." You admit, and he shakes his head at you with a small smile. Then he leans down to kiss your lips again gently, just to savor it. "They're makin' breakfast." He tells you against your lips before kissing them once more. "Ima go save us some, alright?" He asks after he pulls away and you nod watching him head out the door. You stand there with a small smile brushing your fingers over your lips, gradually moving them down your neck where the dark marks of last night still stood out against your (s/c) skin. The images replay in your minds making you blush lightly as you slide your cargo pants on and take off the shirt you'd borrowed. After folding it up and grabbing your black bra out of your bag along with the only clean black shirt you had left. You put them both on before you walk over and grab your dirty cloths from yesterday. You fold them, and place them beside your pack. Then you put the 'bite me' t-shirt in your bag for safe keeping until you need it again tonight to sleep in.

You brush your hair and teeth before taking a pair of socks out of the drawer you'd claimed the shirt from. Glancing at the clock you lace up your combat boots, 7:03. Huh, you didn't think it was that early. You stand up before walking out the door, headed to the kitchen. Once you get in there, you see T cooking up powdered eggs while the others dig into them. You walk over setting in between a slightly hung over Rick and a most definitely hung over Glenn, who had his forehead pressed against the table as he groans in nauseous agony. You snicker at the sight, "Ya good, Glenn?" You ask him in amusement when T set you down a plate of scrambled eggs making Glenn groan at the sight of them. He shakes his head, "Don't ever, ever, ever- let me drink again." He mumbles as he sits back in his chair trying not to be sick. You giggle at him while shaking your head as you ate your eggs. Silently catching glances of Daryl, who just stares at you with a dirty little, knowing look as he eats his own breakfast from the stairs. You glance up at Dr. Jenner who came walking into the room just as you finished your plate and he asked for you all to follow him. Shrugging to yourself, he walks you all into the large circular room lined with computers. He played a video of a person who had been bitten for all of you. It was video scans of a persons brain as they experienced their last moments of life.

Test subject 19 was their code name in the system, and you couldn't help but wonder who they were as the "second event", as Jenner called it, started the brain stem back up. It was strange to watch someone die from that prospective let alone change into a walker. You looked to Jenner and his blank, solemn face said it all. He had absolutely no idea what the virus was, or what caused it, let alone how to cure it. Your assessment was confirmed when Jenner then admits it out loud, and you look down. There really was no way out of this. No way to prevent or stop it from father annihilating the human race. This was the worlds new order, and there was nothing that would change that. Jenner explains that the other labs he had been in contact with had stopped responding a while ago. "There's nothing left anywhere? Nothing?" Andrea questions him with a thick emotional voice, obviously not wanting to believe him. He only looks at her with a defeated gaze and you sigh while running a hand down your face. "Man, m'gonna get shit faced drunk. Again." Daryl comments as he leans over a computer, taking in the reality of this situation. You look up at your group slowly crossing your arms. Their faces were a mixture of disbelief and horror and your sure your face looked about the same.