You never imagined your death. Before the epidemic, you had hoped to start a family, and when life would end, you would have spent the remaining time with your husband and your kids. But then everything has changed. The thought of death accompanied you at every moment of life. You had to survive. But for what? For whom? You were alone. Every human being that was so important to you is dead. Your father, your mother, your brother and your grandparents. Your friends, the neighbors and even the postman… You had no one left to entrust your life to. The thought of just letting yourself go overwhelmed you. Why did you still have to live in a world full of creatures that are ready to take you the right to your own life at all times? The only way to escape was death. But one day, as with many others, everything has changed. Because of Daryl Dixon. Why did he just save you? Who were you for him? Just a little piece of shit that bothered him and he would have liked to throw you in a ton full of other garbage and trash. That’s what you thought from day one when he greeted you in his arms. But, above all, why did a man who is so rude, so wild, so full of strength, so apathetic, and yet endearing, begin to love and appreciate life? For what reason? Was it because of you? You just didn’t understand it. Before your eyes, you saw your life pass by. Before and after the epidemic. What happened? Are you dying right now? You could hear your heart scream, which continued to beat without stopping, begging you to stay alive. But why? Nothing and nobody has yet bound you to this earthly world. Although… You were wrong about that phrase. You would never have dared to admit it, but Daryl Dixon had annoyed you from the moment you saw him. His face, his body, his almost selfish and unscrupulous nature, his movements and attacks of jealousy and anger had ruined your life. In a positive sense. This man kept you alive. You loved him and he loved you. It couldn’t be denied. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other and didn’t want to lose each other. The distance would have killed both of you. Your bodies were addicted to each other and became more and more hungry for the passion and love of each other. You already missed him terribly. The long wait for him would torment you even when you’re dead. You even felt his hand brush against your face.

“Y/N, please don’t leave me…” You could hear his deep voice in the distance begging you not to leave this now corrupt world.

“Y/N… I will come back to you… I promise.”Strange. The sound of his voice grew louder, almost deafening. After an indeterminate but awfully long period of time, your eyelids parted like two dewy flowers that began to bloom to see the light of the invigorating sun. You kept closing your eyes over the blinding light in this place. Where were you? You couldn’t understand anything, let alone realize anything. Slowly you began to imagine the different elements that surrounded you. In front of me you saw a row of vertically arranged iron bars. Behind it opened large windows, from which came a warm white light. You lay on a cot, uncomfortable and hard with your head lying on a pillow of feathers. You tried to get up, but fell back immediately due to a jab at one of the two sides. Only now did you realize, because of the pain you were still alive. You pulled off the blanket and then the white shirt and saw a bandage covering your hips. On the left side, you noticed a red spot coming out of the bandages. Shit… So you tried to get up and slowly got out of bed. No sounds were heard. Just a deafening silence. You silently left the small room and left the cold iron bars behind you. There was a long corridor. You walked down the hallway and clung to a handrail leading to a steep staircase. You walked slowly down the stairs, made a lot of effort and gritted your teeth, because of the pain. And you were alone. There was nobody. How could you have landed in this place? Someone had to bring you here. You continued to walk down the long corridor full of small rooms and looked around for your benefactor. Suddenly you came to a door, red and slightly rusty, with a huge font: “Block C”. You were still standing watching the huge and thick door. Block C? With some difficulty you managed to open it and after walking through another dark corridor you finally came out of the building. The sun’s light blinded your vision and you had to cover your eyes with one hand.

“Y/N!” You heard a terribly loud voice calling your name. You moved your hand slowly aside, slightly frightened, but your eyes filled with joy and tears as you saw who was coming towards you.

“Carl!”, you screamed. The child threw his arms around your waist, but because of the stabbing pain, you fell to the ground.

“Y/N, are you all right?”, asked a worried but familiar voice. “Help me to get up, please …” You felt someone lifting your arms and covering your tired body and putting you on a cold bench.

“Y/N is everything okay?”

“Hershel?”, you whispered in confusion.

“How are you feeling?” You could hear his slightly sad tone.

“It’s better now, but my left hip still hurts a lot…”

“Let me see…” Hershel lifted your shirt slightly and began to gently release the bandage. You felt your hips free from this tight and painful bandage. It felt like a rope tied around your body. A rope? Immediately you remembered what had happened. The Governor. Daryl. Michonne. And (M/N)… Probably Michonne had brought you both back to your group after the accident…

“Hershel, where is Daryl?”, you asked in alarm.

“Don’t worry, he’s fine!”

“Please… Where is he?”

“I don’t know, he went out at dawn this morning and said he had to do something.” You looked at him confused and frowned in irritation. “You don’t have to worry about him, he’ll come back.” You clearly looked down while Hershel began to disinfect the wound and cover it with new bandages.

“You need to rest, otherwise the wound will take much longer to heal.” Hershel looked at you with an almost fatherly and loving look. He knew very well that you had no intention of going back into this damn building without Daryl. A prison… You would have stayed out here, waiting for your angel all night.

“You can stay out here, but you should not move, do we get along?” You smiled at him and agreed with a nod. He got up and disappeared around a corner of the cell block. You just looked at the horizon. The forest surrounded this seemingly huge prison. An endless fence prevented the Walkers from entering the fence. You had no idea how the others had managed to enter and conquer such a place. Impressive. But no matter how hard you tried not to think about Daryl, you couldn’t stop it. Where did he go? Damn… The hours went by and you sat on the bench and waited. What did he want to do so badly? You didn’t know it. So, you spent your time welcoming all of your friends and later, watching some of your group, your family, doing various things to make this place as comfortable as possible. Now you all could finally have started a new life. At least you were hoping for that. You saw Michonne coming in your direction, she had joined your family.

“Hey Y/N, how are you?”

You looked at her for a moment. “I’m feeling better, thanks.” You smiled at her.

“I have something to tell you…” Michonne sat down next to you with a dark face on the bench. “The ‘Governor’ managed to escape…”, she said and you looked at her in silence.

“Theoretically, he went back to Woodbury and now we don’t know what he’s up to… I’m sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologize to me, I have to thank you for saving my life, without you Daryl and I wouldn’t have made it…” She smiled and hugged you. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, but now I have to go and help.” You saw her getting up and when she said goodbye, she left. The sky was starting to turn orange, but Daryl still hadn’t returned. It was getting cold, so you decided to get up to get a blanket. At that moment you saw Glenn running to the gate, opening it and letting a motorbike in, it was as black as the night. Who was that? You could hear the rumbling noise get closer and closer, but you couldn’t identify the face of the person driving it because of the lack of visibility. After parking the bike, the man got down and turned his back on you. You opened your eyes more and more. You immediately recognized this vest with two huge white wings on the back…

“Daryl!”, you shouted while he was suddenly turning around and looking at you in surprise, and your eyes filling with tears.

You somehow didn’t seem to believe it… He started running to you and you did the same, with great effort. His arms caught you just before you fell to the ground because of the heavy load and pain.

“Y/N, are you crazy?”

You just looked at him with a smile.

“You can not strain yourself, your injury is not healed yet!”

How much you loved it when he accused you of that angry but sweet tone at the same time. He was just talking to you like a kid, as if you were awkward and grumpy… But there was only a small detail, rather a small mistake: You were his wife. The woman he loved.

“Now come with me.” You got up, wrapped your arms around his neck, kissed him and silenced him. You didn’t care about your health.

He was your only and true medicine. Daryl picked you up but didn’t pull away from your lips. He entered Block C and silently took you to one of the prison towers. Only he could of course choose a tower in which he could sleep, far away from everything and everyone. He laid you on the mattress, as he had done many times, and stretched himself out beside you. However, Daryl didn’t touch you because he was afraid of hurting you. You clung to him, holding him tight between your weak arms, letting him lull you in from his kisses and teleport you to another world.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me…”, he whispered lovingly in your ear.

“I just couldn’t leave you…”, you answered with a smile.

“I never believed in God, but I asked him to keep you by my side.” You looked at him in surprise and with bright, big eyes. He kissed you. You felt his tongue entwine with yours and his teeth nibbled lightly on your lower lip. Suddenly he broke away and turned around. What have you done? Did you do something wrong?

“Do you remember that a few days ago you apologized for losing the Cherokee Roses I gave you?” Yes. You remembered and were visibly embarrassed now. “Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m still ashamed because of that…”

“Well, then keep these ones here.” He handed you three Cherokee Roses, even more beautiful than the ones he had given you before.

“Daryl…”

He leaned over you and filled you with kisses. Daryl pressed you to his body without hurting you, very carefully and lovingly. How much you loved him. Then he took a blanket and put it on top of you. You approached his chest and leaned your head close to his heart.

“Y/N, did I ever tell you?”

“What…?”, you whispered happily and kinda curiously.

“I loved you, and I will continue to love you, always…”

“Me too, Daryl Dixon, forever…”

The epidemic had brought death and destruction. A few souls had managed to survive with difficulty. Every moral value was destroyed. All social relationships are broken. Hope only lived in some hearts. And probably there was no cure. Only the walking dead. But one thing was certain. By the end of the world you finally met your true love. Daryl Dixon.

“We are alone…”, he whispered softly.

“But still together…”, you answered as you both started kissing passionately and yearningly each other.