Stay

The morning breeze rustled the trees around the prison gates, bringing with it the sweet smell of wildflowers. The cell blocks were quiet, and many of their residents were still lost in sleep. Sun shone through the windows of Cell Block C, illuminating the curtain of Daryl's cell.

Your eyes opened slowly, taking in the scene around you. For the briefest moment, it felt like you were still dreaming. It had been ages since you had woken up to light shining in your eyes, and though most would likely complain, you smiled with pure joy. It had almost been enough to distract you from the arms wrapped tightly around your torso. Somehow, Daryl had managed to pull you into his chest, guarding you even in the thralls of slumber.

You tilted your head up, nose almost touching his at your proximity. With each breath he released, you prayed he wouldn't wake up so that you could admire him for just a minute longer. The usual frown that rested on his lips was relaxed, almost turned up into a faint smile. It made you wonder what he could be dreaming about.

As if he felt your searching gaze, Daryl's eyes fluttered open to meet your E/C orbs. For a moment, you both looked at one another in silence. His attention shifted to your lips, memories of the previous night flooding his mind. That didn't help his current situation as the rest of his body woke up, flooding to his lower extremities.

You didn't seem to notice and he took the opportunity to loosen his hold and move a few inches away. His blue eyes locked back onto yours, and he couldn't help but look at the smile on your lips. "What?" He couldn't figure out why you would be grinning at him.

You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head. "I woke up to the sun and I wasn't alone. I'm just... happy."

Daryl pulled his lip between his teeth, lost in the way you observed him with such elation. He couldn't recall anyone ever looking at him like that. He tensed as you reached towards him, your thumb gently brushing his bottom lip to stop him from aggravating it even more.

You smiled lightly at how soft his skin was, before noting aloud, "you do that when you're nervous."

He exhaled slowly, humming in agreement. He couldn't remember a time when he didn't chew on his lips or the skin around his thumb. At this point, it was a blind habit that would normally end once he tasted the coppery tang of blood.

You could feel his heart thumping against his chest as you gingerly moved your finger down and off of his mouth. "Daryl," you whispered, gazing deeply into his eyes.

His lips parted to respond but nothing came out. You drove him physically and mentally mad by the way you touched him; hell, just by the way you looked at him. He leaned forward, nose brushing yours as he angled his face closer. With such little distance, he could feel your breath against his lips, and it ignited a fire in his soul.

You waited for something, anything to let you know that he wanted this too, but the spell was broken once the sound of a gunshot rang through the air. Daryl shot up, hands securing his crossbow with amazing speed. His eyes met yours for a millisecond, taking in every one of your features as if he would never see them again. He turned towards the curtain, throwing it aside and yelling "stay" before disappearing into the hall.

"Daryl!" You called after him, scurrying to your feet. Your instincts carried you forward, despite his orders. He was already to the Cell Block's door, forcing his way into the daylight with determination.

You stumbled slightly as the door closed in on you, forcing it open again with all the strength you had. The sun was blinding for a moment, but when your sight returned you saw people of all ages running out of the building the archer charged towards. It took no thought to run after him, even as he disappeared into Cell Block D.

You pushed your way inside, hands shaking with the adrenaline and fear that rushed through your body. For a moment, it felt like you were in the same building as before until you noticed the streaks and pools of blood on the concrete floor. A loud gunshot rang close by and your ears began to ring as you turned toward the noise. A woman was shooting at the stumbling corpse of a man, overtaken by fear. Your feet remained cemented to the ground as you watched her miss shot after shot before he seized her shoulders and bit into her neck.

You shouted, lunging forward to grab her, and pulled with all your might. The walker's grip was stronger than your own but you refused to let it have her. As you blindly reached for the knife on your belt, both bodies fell backward, pinning you to the ground.

Blood spilled from her wound onto your chest as the walker continued to rip away at her skin. Your senses were overwhelmed by the smell of blood as it spilled over you. You could feel the woman go limp above you which ignited a terrible fear in your chest. You struggled to free yourself while grasping at the knife on your belt. 

The walker lifted its head at the whimpers that tumbled from your lips, moving its attention to you. Its arms flailed in an attempt to grab you; however, the body on your chest seemed to be the only thing saving you from life and death as the distance was too far for its arms.

Your vision was filled with the snapping and gnashing of its teeth, desperate to make its way to you. Its hands tore the sleeves of Daryl's flannel and you screamed as it shifted closer. Finally, your knife was unsheathed and you swung it forward with ferocity. It found the walker's neck, doing nothing to slow down its assault. Tears crept into your eyes and time seemed to slow down.

You pulled against the knife's handle but the position you were in didn't give you enough leverage to free the weapon. Your vision began to blur, and flashes of Bram's face hovering above yours took over. You felt so helpless and just when the fight began to leave you, a bolt whisked through the air and sunk deep into the walker's skull.

You stilled under the weight of both bodies, gaze turning up towards the ceiling as the sound of screams filled your ears. It felt like years before things grew quiet and Daryl's blue eyes appeared over you. His expression was wild as he dragged the two dead off of you, quickly returning to your side.

"Y/N! Y/N are you bit?" He could barely speak as he pulled his flannel, torn and sticky with blood, from your body. "Come on girl," you could hear him whisper to himself desperately, trying to wipe your arms and chest clean to see if you were injured underneath.

You tried to speak, tried to tell him that you were okay, but you were paralyzed with fear. It felt like you were watching him from another person's eyes as he continued to inspect every inch of your body. Once he was satisfied, he moved to cup your cheeks in his calloused hands, wiping away the tears and blood that spattered your freckled skin.

Your neck refused to move but you forced your eyes to look towards him. As you took in his broken expression, you noticed the tears that streamed down his face. His body was heaving over yours, legs straddling your torso. He moved his arms to brace himself on either side of your head as silent sobs wracked his form. Onlookers likely thought you were dead by the way he mourned over you, his head drooping towards the floor.

"Daryl," you uttered in a shaky tone, begging for him to look at you. His head snapped up at the warm sound of your voice, and for a moment you wondered if he thought you had been dead. His eyes searched your face as if he was afraid he would never see it again. Pink lips parted to say something, but he couldn't find the words to express how happy he was to hear you speak.

"Y-Yer stupid for runnin' after me like that," the archer mumbled, stuttering for the first time in years. You could feel the tension leave his body as he leaned back on his feet, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm himself down. Once he gained control over his racing thoughts, he wrapped his arms around your torso and gently pulled you into a sitting position.

"I'm okay." Though you didn't agree with the words that tumbled from your lips, you knew he needed to understand that you were still alive and well. Your arms shakily wrapped around him as you buried your face into his chest. You couldn't bear to look at the two bloody corpses that lay on the ground next to you.

The sound of footsteps stalked closer, a sorrowful air to the way they struck the ground. "Take her to your cell, and meet me back here," a gruff southern voice spoke from behind them, the man stepping forward to put a knife into the deceased woman's head. Daryl had been so distracted with you that he hadn't made sure she had been struck in the brain, which was a mistake he never made.

You pulled back from Daryl's embrace to face the man as he stood up and wiped the bloody weapon onto his pants. His hair was brown with slight waves, and his beard was peppered with a few grey hairs. His mere presence commanded authority, and by the way all the other survivors in the room looked at him, you could only assume he was their leader. 

You caught his dull blue gaze and examined the splatters of blood covering his exhausted expression. His eyes flicked between you and Daryl which caused his face to soften. "I'll have Hershel stop by once he finishes here." The man turned and walked towards a group of people hovering over the zombified corpse of a younger boy.

Daryl nodded to him, turning away from the man to hide the wet streaks on his face. He slowly helped you to your feet, wrapping his arm around your waist for stability. You felt him pull you towards the door and you forced one foot in front of the other as you followed him. Men, women, and children cowered outside of the building as you stepped out into the sun. You could hear quiet gasps as they took in your appearance, which you knew was quite gruesome.

"Jus' keep walkin'," Daryl whispered in your ear as you made your way back to Cell Block C. Once inside, he took you back into his cell, cautiously lowering you onto the bed. "Sit tight," he murmured, voice still shaking from the thought of losing you. You watched him brokenly as he left and traveled deeper into the prison.

Soon, the archer returned with a bucket of water and a cloth. He dropped to his knees before you and wiped the tear stains from his own face before soaking the rag. You stilled as he carefully brushed it against your skin to remove the blood. Your eyes watched him work with such a gentle touch, and you couldn't help the tears that began to flow down your cheeks.

He stopped for a moment, pulling back to re-wet the cloth. It felt like his heart was physically breaking at the sight of you, and it was almost too much to bear. He pushed down the emotions that threatened to spill out and focused on getting you clean.

You cried the entire time he wiped down your face and chest, but blood still clung to your hair and clothes. He moved the bucket aside and pulled himself up to sit next to you. "I'll get ya' some new clothes," he said gently, leaning against his legs to look towards you.

You could feel his gaze as he patiently waited for you to look up. "I-I'm sorry." Your chest ached in a way you hadn't felt in years as you broke down, looking towards him in desperation. "I shouldn't have followed you. I just..." You trailed off, sniffling at the broken way he examined you. "I didn't want to leave you."

Daryl leaned forward, and pulled you into his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "I thought-" He paused, taking a deep breath to steady his voice. "I thought I lost ya'."

You pulled back, just enough to meet his gaze. "I'm right here," you offered weakly, squeezing his arms to prove your point.

He didn't respond to your words, leaning forward until his forehead rested against yours. "I saw ya' go down and I swear I thought it was yer neck it ripped into." He took a shaky breath, closing his eyes to focus on the warmth radiating from your body.

You mirrored him, fluttering your lids closed. "But it wasn't. I'm okay," you whispered inches away from his lips. You could feel his ragged breaths against your mouth causing a shudder to run through your body.

Daryl's eyes snapped open at the movement and were met with your watery E/C orbs watching him with such desperation that his body began to burn. He didn't know if it was from almost losing you, or from the mere feeling he got while in your presence, but he was overwhelmed with the urge to close the distance between you. He moved forward, slowly urging you to lean back onto the mattress. 

Daryl's strong arms caged you under his body, and he leaned down to whisper into your ear, "don't ya' ever scare me like again Y/N." His gravelly southern drawl caused a shiver to run down your spine and the brush of his lips against your neck was too much to handle.

"I'll try," you whispered, breathless at his touch. He moved back enough to examine your expression. You watched as his pupils dilated and could feel his heart racing from your proximity.

"You can tell me ta' stop," he huffed, leaning forward so your bodies were flush with one another. His head dipped down, stopping just inches from yours.

Your breath quickened as you met his heated gaze and the smell of tobacco and trees washed over you. Your head shook on its own and your hands grasped for his shirt as if you feared he would disappear into thin air. "Don't stop," you whispered, tilting your head forward until your lips brushed together.

That was all the archer needed to hear before capturing your lips with his. You felt electricity flood through your veins as he kissed you with wild desperation. You could feel the heat that pooled in your stomach as his hips instinctually ground against yours. Your legs quickly found their place around his hips which made him growl against your mouth.

Daryl's hands burned to feel every inch of your body and they shook with restraint as he held himself back. Your fingers had tangled into his hair as you kissed him with a passion he had never felt before. Eventually, you had to break for air and the room was filled with the sound of your heavy panting.

"Daryl," you whimpered against his lips, your body still caged under his. He turned away from you enough to bury his face into your neck and regain his composure. Slowly, he moved off of you and onto the mattress by your side.

Your eyes met as you both watched one another with bated breath. You both seemed at a loss for words as you examined him, noting his flushed skin and swollen lips. You could sense him falling deeper into his thoughts and reached forward, grabbing his hand in yours.

"I don't know how to express the way you make me feel, but I don't want it to end," you whispered, looking up at him with a soft smile.

His stomach fluttered at the sound of your voice so close to his ears. "I ain't goin' nowhere," he said with such a genuine intimacy that your breath hitched in your throat.

You leaned forward to press a featherlight kiss to his lips, letting out a soft moan as he pulled you closer. His hands stayed firm on your back, still refusing to explore your form. You smiled as he pulled away and panted against your neck. You didn't know if he was experienced with women, a jealous feeling rising at the thought, but you could tell that he was holding back. You decided not to push the subject, intent on letting him set the pace of whatever it is your relationship was.

"Daryl," you asked softly, meeting his gaze with a smile. "I'm glad you're the one who found me."

He watched you carefully, brushing a piece of H/C hair out of your face. "Me too," he muttered, face covered in a wild blush. You were so beautiful and the fact that he got lucky enough to find you in this world was truly amazing. 

Daryl pulled away after a few moments, pulling his lip between his teeth. "Ya' should wash off. I'll bring ya' another set of clothes."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips and you nodded, noting his nervous habit arising at the thought of you in the shower. "Okay," you breathed out, breaking eye contact to sit up with him. 

Daryl went to fetch you some clothes, and you watched him leave with your own lip pulled between your teeth. Even though the world had gone to shit, you still had someone to watch out for you. Your stomach turned at the thought of his hips pressed against yours and you decided a cold shower would be the best choice to calm your burning mind.

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