“Hey princess, wake up. Can you hear me?” You opened your eyes. Everything hurts. Your head ached and your legs couldn’t hold the weight of your body, but you still managed to get up. You felt your arms go up tremendously. What happened? Where were you? “Daryl?”

“He’s taking a nap!” You raised your head slightly and looked around, searching for your angel… He lay there, on the floor, with his hands tied to a large metal tube. His face was completely stained with blood with numerous cuts and bruises over his pretty face. “What did you do to him?”, you screamed desperately. “He didn’t want to talk.”

“What?”, you yelled again. You couldn’t understand who you had before you, the darkness masked his face. And suddenly you got a slap. “Shut up.” You kicked and tried to meet the man, but he left. He stopped and looked at you again while you still couldn’t see who he was. “What do you want from us?” He didn’t answer. “Answer me you ugly asshole!”, you screamed in anger. “Keep your energy for later, my darling.” He walked slowly away and the darkness swallowed him up. You only heard a creaking door open and this soon closed again. You looked around and hoped for something that could help you and Daryl… But you couldn’t have reached anything, after all you were tied with your arms over your head, on a cold, rusty pipe. You couldn’t even see the end from the room because of the little light coming in through a broken window behind you. You only saw a table with some objects too far away to identify them. Your eyes fell on Daryl again. “Hey…”, you whispered. “Daryl, please, wake up…” Your clear eyes began to fill with tears. You lowered your head, you were morally and physically destroyed and on the floor lay a big puddle of blood… “Y/N.” You heard a long breath not far away from you. “Daryl, are you alright?”

“Yes… don’t worry.”

“How can I not worry, you’ve been beaten up!”

“It takes more to destroy Daryl Dixon.”, he stood up, grinning slightly. As always, this man could make you smile. Although death was waiting for you behind the door, he was able to defuse the situation. “Y/N…?”

“Yes?”, you answered softly. “Are you okay? They didn’t touch you, did they?”, he asked. You looked at him. One of his eyes was slightly closed because of a stroke. The drops of sweat bathed his hair and the blood dripped on his shirt. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”, you smiled a little, a tear falling over your cheek and moistening your lips. You lowered your head so that Daryl couldn’t see that you were crying. “How I would like to touch those tears painted lips.” You looked up and wondered at the words that shook your heart at the same time. “Daryl…” But suddenly you heard the door open and heavy footsteps entered the room. (M/N). He came up to you and ran his fingers over your left cheek. “No. Please…” Your voice wavered as you felt the fear rise more and more in you. He kept looking you in the eyes, though you looked away and turned your head. His hand grabbed your chin and he held your face just a few inches from his. “What Y/N, what’s wrong with you?”

“Take your hands off her, you fucking asshole!”,Daryl screamed angrily. (M/N) looked you in the eye first and then on your lips, studying every single rosy outline. He released his grip and with a quick step approached Daryl, kicking him in the stomach and spat at him. Daryl bent down in pain and laid his head on the dirty and cold floor. (M/N) turned in your direction and came back to you. You closed your eyes so as not to cross his. “Are you afraid of me, you lovely little doll?” You didn’t answer, a tear fell on your cheekbones, but you didn’t feel it anymore because of the dry, rough and calloused fingers of this beast, which wiped away your tear. “I don’t want to hurt you…”,he whispered to you. “You’ve already been doing that…”, you said monotonously. The tears began to tumble without stopping. “And how?”, you heard his voice sounding almost ironic. You did not answer, you just turned back to Daryl. He turned and watched him. (M/N) looked at you, bit his lip and agreed with his head, then turned away from you again. The darkness swallowed him too as he moved away. He hit the door hard again and let you jump up. “Sorry.”, Daryl said. You looked at him angrily. “It’s all my fault Y/N.”

“Nobody blames you, Daryl…”

“If I could have made our things disappear, they wouldn’t have found us…”, he replied sadly.

“They would have found us sooner or later, it was their goal from the start.”, you said desperately. Daryl got up and leaned his head against the pole. What would happen to you? Nobody could save you. You were alone - But together. “Excuse me instead…”, you said softly. “And why?”

“I didn’t keep the Cherokee Roses you gave me.”He burst out laughing and you looked at him in surprise. “Don’t worry, I’ve left your vest in the van, so when we get out of here we’ll take back what’s ours, okay?” How could he be so sure? You were never optimistic, in fact your eyes only looked black after the epidemic. Nothing and no one could convince you. You didn’t live anymore, you just existed. But Daryl was the only one who has succeeded so far to convince you otherwise. Suddenly the door opened again. You were shocked. This time, two people had stepped in, and it was clear that through the irregular steps alone, you could see who would be right in front of you. “How are you, Y/N?” You didn’t answer because it was undoubtedly the voice of the ‘Governor’. “I just want to know one thing from you both, or better only from you, since your little friend will not tell me. If you answer me, I will let you two go.” (M/N) approached Daryl, grabbed his head, and flung him violently against the pipe. “Leave him the fuck alone!”, you yelled in rage. “No reason to scream…” You looked at him in confusion, not knowing what to do. “When you arrived at Woodbury, your friend told me that you would leave immediately to find your friends… But you, you told me that you have no group… Or am I wrong?” You looked at him more and more anxiously and nervously. “Of course, at this point, I ask myself, which one of you is right? So, my pretty Y/N, I’ll ask you the same question again: are you part of a group, or rather, where are your friends?” Immediately the words of Michonne came back to you. They would have killed them all, Lori, Rick, Carol, T-Dog, Hershel, Maggie, Carl, Glenn… Just everyone. “We are alone.”, you said finally. The 'Governor’ looked at you with a mischievous smile on his lips. “Well, then I’ll be forced to punish one of you because I don’t know whom to believe.” He approached Daryl, looked at him and then turned to you. “Darling, are you more interested in your or his life?”, he asked you ironically. What should you answer? You thought carefully. And came to an answer. “My life!”

“What?”, Daryl shouted shaking. He looked at you in surprise and his eyes filled with tears. “Did you ever cheat on me?”, he asked bitterly. You just looked at him apathetically. “No.”

“Oh poor Daryl… I’m sorry for you… your girlfriend just took you by the ass.” He looked down, you saw him cry and how the tears dripped on his pants. “Bastard…”, he mumbled between his teeth. “Well, then I’ll leave this to (M/N) here, he’ll know what to do, don’t worry, because it’s going to be dedicated to your friend as well.” He approached Daryl and started beating him again. He then curled up on the floor, trying to ward off the blows that hit his hips and stomach. You shouted. Not because of the physical wounds, but because of the pain you had caused him. His heart was imploding… “Shut the hell up and enjoy the show!”,(M/N) burst out laughing and you were supposed to leave the room. But couldn’t… It was so bad. So terrible… The rapture, the moments alone, the confession and the death, both physically and morally… (M/N) smiled at you and took the knife from the table attached to the front wall. He enjoyed putting it between his fingers, approached you and took your face in his hand. “How long have I been waiting for this moment…”,he whispered. You didn’t want to die. No, it was the last thing in the world you wanted. You wanted to keep your life, so you had to fight. Not only for you, but also for Daryl. (M/N) took the knife and quickly cut your top off your body. You saw him throb in front of you and were scared. Daryl watched the scene, but did not dare to say a word. You had broken his heart, in front of (M/N)’s eyes and for his pleasure. The man went back to you, opened your jeans and let them sink slightly. All the terrible moments you had experienced with Shane in the woods came back to you. Tears flowed over your face like a waterfall… They fell on your breasts, supported by the bra, and slid down between them. You were there, now half naked. You felt a kind of cold sting on your skin as (M/N)’s eyes analyzed your tender flesh. Your heart felt like it would stop beating. The moment the man tried to touch you, you suddenly noticed the door opening and didn’t understand what happened. (M/N) suddenly leaned forward and screamed in pain. His white T-shirt started to blush, right under his chest. What happened here? In the shadow, you saw two glowing eyes. They were the same as in the woods. Michonne! She ran to Daryl and released him from the ropes that held him. He got up and sat down again. His arms rested on his knees. Daryl didn’t say a word. Shortly after, she came up to you and cut the rope, which also tied you up. You fell to the ground, exhausted and aching. “Y/N, are you alright?”

“Yes, don’t worry about me…”

“Wait for me, I’m looking for the Governor.”Michonne handed you your bow. You looked at her stunned, but happy. She went and you stayed there. You. Daryl. And (M/N)… Daryl got up without looking at you. “Daryl…”

“Shut the fuck up!”, he yelled wildly. “I can explain it to you…” You reached for his chest. “I shit on your supposed, damned explanations! You made fun of me all the time!” He grabbed your wrist and pushed you away. Your eyes looked at him bitterly and at the same time disappointed. As you two discussed it, you didn’t realize (M/N) was still alive. He reached for the knife with which he had cut your top, and approached Daryl angrily to kill him. You screamed and threw yourself in front of him. It was getting dark and you fell to the ground. A stinging pain started to get heavier on your left side. Daryl took your bow, reloaded, attacked (M/N) and brutally finished it, then dropped the weapon and ran to you. He lifted your head and laid it gently on his legs. Daryl looked at your stomach and opened his eyes in fright. A deep wound appeared and there was too much blood… So he quickly grabbed your top and started pressing on the wound with all the strength his body could bring to stop the bleeding. “Why did you do that, you said you didn’t really care about me!”, he said angrily. You smiled. “You’re an idiot, haven’t you understood that yet?”He looked at you shocked as his blue eyes filled with tears. “I told the 'Governor’ that my life is more important to me because I knew he would kill me first, just as he did with the boy at Woodbury.” Daryl didn’t answer, but you felt his tears fall on your face. “He would have killed me while you escaped, or at least I would have delayed your death…”

“Are you telling me that you sacrificed yourself for me?”, he shouted in pain. “If he had killed you, I would have died immediately, you are my life Daryl…” Your face was destroyed by a grimace of pain. You looked so piteous… Daryl picked you up and kissed you gently. Your eyes filled with tears under this superhuman tenderness of him. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”, whispered Daryl as he held you in his arms. “Don’t worry, I’m happy…” He looked at you shocked again. “Now I can go in peace. And knowing that you will live on, it fills my heart with joy.” You smiled at him again. “Don’t say that jokingly, you have to stay, you can’t fucking leave me!”

“I will not leave you, I will always live in your thoughts, but especially in your heart…”

“Y/N. Don’t leave me…” He held you tightly against his chest. His bitter tears mingled with your sweet tears. And the blood didn’t stop flowing, polluting Daryl’s hands, which kept squeezing the wound. “I love you Dixon.” You saw his eyes screaming at you to stay. With him. By his side. Forever. But your eyelids narrowed. In your sweet sleep, you would continue to wait for him. Daryl Dixon.