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What had to be done ( The Walking Dead)

Daryl Dixon X reader

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Ahhhhhhhhh!!!

"Rachael!!" I pull my knife from a walkers head and quickly turn in the direction of Caryl's voice shouting my sister's name. My gaze follows his Lane of sight, landing on my sister, who is surrounded by walkers. Caryl fires a bullet into one of their skulls as I dash to my sister's side. I slash walkers left and right and watch in horror as I arrive in front of my sister, just as a chunk of her throat is ripped out. Tears fill my eyes and I collapse to the ground , pulling her limp body into my lap.

" Y/N, I....I'm sorry" her voice is barely a whisper and she is choking on her own blood. My body is shaking uncontrollably as she places her gun into my hand. " no, no I can't "

" you....you know.. What to.....do" she sputters out, before I hear her last gasp of air and her grip on my hand loosens. Tears pour freely from my eyes, blurring my vision and I cock the gun, stiffening my hold on it, before aiming at her head. I know what to do....but it doesn't make it easier. For the first time since this shit show started, I hesitate, taking a deep breath before whispering an I love you.

I feel someone approach behind me, to quick to be a walker, and strong, muscular arms are wrapped around me. Daryl pulls me into his embrace, placing my head on his shoulder. " it's okay peaches, I got ya" he whispers as he removes the gun from my hand. I nuzzle my face further into his tear-soaked shirt, and I flinch slightly at the sound of my sister's gun and I know she's gone. He did what had to be done.

He wraps both him arms around my back, just holding me quietly, allowing me to process Rachael's death. After a few minutes, I pull away and he stands, pulling me up with him. " here" Caryl says simply, handing me two purple flowers, which I smile at, nodding a silent thank you, before placing them in my sister's cold hands. I take a final glance at her twelve year old, innocent face, pulling my army dog tags from her neck. Daryl's hand grips my arm, pulling me back to my feet, bringing my attention to the large herd of undead headed toward us.

*******later that night*******

Daryl steps into our tent and zips up the door before sitting beside me on the plastic floor, placing his arm over my shoulder, allowing me to lean into him.

" you think I'm weak" I croak out, my throat sore and voice weak from crying.

" why would I think that?" He answers and I shrug in response. " I knew it would happen sometime, she wasn't made for this shit." I take a minute to steady my breathing and push back the tears threatening to fall before continuing " I always thought that I could...that I'd be strong enough to do it. Because it had to be done, but...." My words trail off and I can't stop the tears anymore. His hand gently grabs my chin, turning me to face him.

" ya ain't weak Y/N. I seen you take down hundred of them assholes, not even blinking an eye. Hell, ya broke your ankle and kept slashing and stabbing. Your one of the strongest people I ever met, but that don't mean ya ain't got a heart" I smile at his words and he pulls me into his lap, resting my head against his chest. " I ain't want ya to do it anyway, it's why ya got me right" he assures his statement by kissing my forehead.

" thanks Daryl, I love you" I whisper as my eyes flutter closed. " love ya too, peaches"