(Daryl's POV)

I woke up feeling dead inside already.

Beth's death replayed in my head day and night.

One thing that is keeping me alive is my girl... Damn, she's not even my girl.

(Y/n) was the type of girl who chooses not to kill, help people, smiles every day.

I've known her since the small camp at the quarry but I never told her my feelings.

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I went out huntin' tryna find us some squirrels or something.

Suddenly I heard rustles from behind and I turned around aiming my crossbow.

"Hey! It's just me!" exclaimed (y/n)

"Sorry" I mumbled, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

She frowned, "I wanted to come huntin' but I guess you don't want me..."

"Nah you're fine. Come 'ere."

She walked towards me and I started walking.

"So Daryl Dixon..." said (y/n)

I nodded waiting for her to continue.

"It's not my business but we were kind of close at the first camp but now you're distant. Why?" asked (y/n) with curiosity and pain on her face.

"I-uh... I don't know just tired of losin' people. I don't wanna lose you"

Shit, I just said my feelings.

Her face blushed and she smiled, "Daryl I'm going to say something but I don't know if I can come back from it."

"What is it?"

"I like you and you might not like me but-" said (y/n) but I stopped her with a kiss.

I kissed deeper and deeper.

Her lips tasted sweet and were soft.

I pulled apart the kiss letting us breathe.

"Sorry."

"Sorry? No damn that was amazing!" smiled (y/n)

I chuckled, "I did my best. You're pretty good."

"Why thank you! Now let's head back Daryl." said (y/n) hooking out arms together.

I nodded and started walking to back to camp.