Daryl Dixon

you and daryl have known each other from pretty much the start of the apocalypse, minus a couple months at the start of the outbreak. despite always fighting and bickering like an old married couple at first, you’ve both grown to trust each other like family.

he’s learnt to slowly open up to you, telling you little details about his past and childhood that he’s told no one before.

and you’ve done the same, as someone who also finds it very difficult to talk about your feelings. maybe that’s why you get along so well.

but.. what he doesn’t know is that you have a secret. one you can’t even tell him.

he knows about your past with self harm growing up, which is why him and nobody else really ever questioned the fact that you always had something covering your left wrist.

but… yeah that’s not the reason at all. i mean, yeah you did self harm growing up. and it was awful and devastating. but those scars have basically fully faded now.

but what has never healed? your bite mark from the first day of the outbreak.

you pretty much accepted your death as soon as a walker managed to catch you by surprise, yet you shot it straight after.

that day was… the worst of your life. devastating.

so many lives lost, so many city’s burnt to the ground, so many homes that were once so loved and cherished over ran with a horde of walkers

yet.. you fought. ran away from your home town with just a backpack you stuffed some things in and a heavy heart.

each living minute of the next day, next couple of days.. you just waited. did what you had to do in the mean time, killing anyone who came in your way.

but… it never happened. you never turned?

so, you continued to fight. eventually stumbling across the group you now class as family, even with all the deaths and new additions you’ve had over the couple of years.

life was hard on the road… after the farm, the prison, terminus, everything else. but daryl was there every step of the way, by your side. and eventually you guys found Alexandria.

a place you can finally call home.

you and daryl were tasked on a supply run, yet an unexpected storm hit, forcing you to go a different route and try and find somewhere to wait out the storm. yet as you found one, a horde hit, running straight towards you and trying to snap and bite at the both of you.

it goes well, both of you somehow managing to stay calm, shooting the walkers directly in the head and watching their now lifeless body drop to the ground.

until more and more come and you’re found yourself backed up against an ally wall, the rain pouring down, making your visibility even worse than it already is.

a walker manages to knock you straight on your ass, hitting your head hard on the floor as you go down. the groaning zombies tries to hungrily snap its teeth as you as you quickly try and kick it away, holding your left forearm in front of you face so it doesn’t eat you alive.

you finally manage to kick it away after a couple more seconds but not before it snags a bite on your arm, its dead body falling to the ground as daryl quickly rushing over you.

“god damn-“ he grunts as he runs over, looking around for any more walkers but he can’t see any.

a flash of pain goes through you as you look down at the dripping blood coming out of the tear of your long shirt sleeve, covering it with your hand as daryl helps you up.

“come on. there’s some shelter here.” daryl mutters, not even seeing the blood trickling down from your wrist, helping you up as he gently drags you inside a nearby abandoned what looks to be a house, barricading the door behind you two as your heart races.

as soon as he turns round to say something all the words fall out of his lips, seeing the obvious fresh bite mark on your wrist, your old one still being covered by the fabric that still remains.

“i- what the hell is that..” he shakes his head as he desperately tries to keep back the panic that hits him like a train, tears pricking at his eyes before he can even stop them.

“i-im not sick!” you shout as you frantically try to make him see reason, wiping the blood away from your wrist.

he just stays silent as emotion fills his eyes, taking a step back as you quickly try to get him to see that you aren’t actually infected.