WARNING: Eating Disoder

It was the end of the world, most people worried about what their next meal was going to be or when it was their time to leave this world but me I was worried about my weight. I was kind of happy about not having something to eat so I could lose weight faster. My body started becoming thinner so I wore big clothes, never really went on runs.

It was dinnertime and we all sat on the lunch tables in the prison, I wasn't eating so I just played with my food.

"(Y/n)? Is the food not good?" asked Lori pointing to my full plate.

I felt Daryl's eyes and shook my head, "Uh no it's good." I said pushing food in my mouth. I had to swallow it.

I quickly got up and placed my plate on the sink and ran outside, I made myself throw up when I heard someone clear their throat. I turned around and it was Daryl.

"Was the food not good?" asked Daryl

"Um no, my stomach just hurt."

"Nah don't lie to me. I saw you making yourself throw up. Why?" asked Daryl placing his hand on my arm.

A tear rolled down my cheek, I lifted my shirt revealing my ribs, "I can't eat. I won't"

Daryl pulled my shirt down, "I ain't good with this shit but I damn know I don't wanna lose you. Please eat for me? Even if it's a lil?"

This was the first time Daryl has ever shown emotion to me, we've been friends but I loved him more than anything else.

"Dare, it's not that easy! I'm ugly and all my work will go to waste."

"(y/n)! Listen to me, you're slowly dying. I don't wanna lose my best friend." said Daryl tearing up.

It made me feel like crap watching Daryl crying.

"O-okay, I'll try for you."