Daryl Dixon x Reader romance

Chapter 3

⚠️ May contain spoilers and triggering events⚠️
again, i know this doesn't follow the exact storyline
"God damn!" Merle yelled clenching his side.
"What happened brother?" Daryl said glancing in the mirror to look back at Merle.
"Slashed my damn side open on a tree running from those things." Merle said in pain.
Daryl put his hand on my leg , and without even noticing , I must've been bouncing it up and down like crazy. "Sorry." I muttered. "It's okay. Just distracting." Daryl said as he straightened himself out.
"Daryl, look." I said pointing to a spot in the woods. "Looks like we're camping in the car tonight." Daryl said as he pulled into the hidden spot in the woods and stopped the car.
"What about Merle?" I looked back at Merle who was still clenching his side.
Daryl sniffled and hopped out of the car. "This might hurt." Daryl said. He peeled his shirt off, revealing his abs and naked torso. I couldn't stop staring. "Ughhhh!" Merle wailed in pain as Daryl tied his shirt around the wound to stop the bleeding. "What about infection?" I asked Daryl. "He's got drugs, don't cha' Merle?" Daryl asked, hopping back into the front seat.
"Yeah... I-I got some." Merle said as he drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later:
Merle had been passed out for awhile and Daryl and I had been staring into the stars in silence. I couldn't stop looking at Daryls upper body.
"Daryl?" I finally whispered. "What are we?" I asked. I've talked to him about our relationship before and he's walked away. He can't really walk away now. "Nothin." Daryl said as he rolled to his side, being emotionless again. I wanted more then what we had. I'm not sure if Daryl felt the same.

The nights went cold, and I got sick. It had to have been awhile, maybe 2 weeks. We hadn't moved the car and had just been eating the food we took when we left the house.
"I'm going on a hunt." Merle said as he opened the car door and got out. "You're still healin." Daryl argued as Merle grabbed a crossbow and slung it over his shoulder. "I'm fine. You gotta watch y/n anyway. She might die if ya leave her." Merle joked as he walked away and out of sight. I knew Merle was joking, but it scared the shit outta me. Dying wasn't the part that scared me though. It was leaving them. I felt sick enough that I wouldn't be surprised if I died. I curled into a ball in the backseat, shivering. Daryl spun around. "Hey, you're not gonna die."
He looked me in the eyes and gripped my hand with his strong hands.
"You hear me? I won't let you die." He said as he tossed another blanket over my freezing body.
"I'm gonna die." I said , mostly to myself, but Daryl heard of course. "Hey! I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let you die. You won't." Daryl stated and his voice got angrier with every sentence, so I
stopped talking. I knew I was going to die. It didn't bother me. What bothered me was leaving these 2 doofuses that I cared about. And leaving without telling Daryl I love him and wish we were more.