❝ look who's digging
their own grave. ❞
❝ that's what they all say. ❞
﹙ the walking dead fanfiction ﹚
﹙ daryl dixon x oc ﹚
﹙ season one - season eleven. ﹚
﹙ started 11/15/20 ﹚
﹙ note; lowercase inten...
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DURING THEIR next walk, rosaline had noticed daryl's absence. she'd asked abraham where he'd went, he was the last person at the back with him. the ginger told her that he'd went looking for water.
quietly, she slipped away with rhaegar tracking the marksman down. he'd not gone far, as it had seemed because the german shepherd was getting faster and faster when leading her.
eventually, she'd got near to where he was. daryl was smoking a cigarette, until he took it to his wrist, burning into the top of his hand, trying to feel something.
he broke out in cries.
rosaline didn't know what to do. she didn't know if the right thing to do was intrude on him. he was having a moment to himself - he was vulnerable. although, it seemed like he needed her support.
daryl was going through an immense amount of guilt.
silently, she stepped out of the bushes. he still hadn't noticed her until the girl sat down next to him, "come here."
surprisingly, he wasn't mad. he gently leaned into her, sobbing his heart out. he'd been broken up over everything that had happened.
she rubbed her hand up and down his back, trying to comfort him the best she could. the group was weak, and he was trying his best to keep it together.
rhaegar sat opposite side them, ears pinned against his head noticing the atmosphere. he knew daryl was sad but didn't know how to help.
"you've still got me, dare. okay? nothing will change that, we'll always find each other. i promise." rosaline whispered into his ear, kissing him, slowly and lovingly.
daryl needed to make it known to him that he wasn't numb, he still had emotions.
he deepened the kiss lightly, holding them there for a moment, before pulling away to catch a breath. rosaline smiled gently, cupping his face and rubbing away the tears left on his cheeks.
"i love you.." he muttered.
"i know. i love you too." she replied softly, before standing up and offering him a hand. he took it. rosa could feel where he had intentionally burned himself, a pang of pain resounding in her chest.
"sorry." he looked down apologetically.
she shook her head rubbing his palm with her thumb, "don't be."
