Walking Dead: Blissful Moments - Daryl x Reader

It was the exact same dream every time. The broken clock on the tiled floor, the shattered glass scattered along it along with dried up blood that had long since stained it. Then there was the body. The body of a person I once knew, whom I was forced to kill in self defense after they had turned into a walker. My heart raced fast in my chest, feeling the swell of emotions overwhelming my consciousness. It was as if I were there.



This dream lingered into my mind even during the day, putting me on edge at all times. In a way it was a good thing, keeping me more alert than if I wasn't. In times like these, if you weren't on high alert, it could get you killed.



The low moans and scratching of a lone walker could be heard from the other room of a house Daryl and I were scavenging. It was locked inside, so it wasn't a threat. For now..



“_____” Daryl called out for me, and I turned around to look into his deep blue eyes. Circles were under his eyes from lack of sleep. None of us had gotten any sleep for a long time. At least, not good sleep. Even with the fortifications of the prison, it was no comfort knowing that we were surrounded by dead people, waiting for the opportunity to  grab us and change us.



When you are living in the zombie apocalypse, any moment may be your last. It changes people, and I do not speak of just changing into a walker. It changes others in different ways, and not always  good  In this world, people have become more of a threat, than the actual walkers. That is what scares me most. You never knew who you could trust.



I smiled weakly at Daryl “I’m ok...Really…”



“You’re not _____. I can see it in your eyes. You are not ok so stop with the bullshit” he growled lightly and frowned at me.



I sighed. Daryl...He knew me too well. I wasn't ok. I was far from being “OK”. What could I do though? I didn't want to worry anyone. I didn't want to seem weak; like a burden.



“Daryl…”



“No. Don’t say nothing now. It’s my turn to talk. You push yourself too hard, never giving yourself a break. You act as though you are a burden to the group”



“I am….I don’t do as much as you, Glen, Rick, Maggie...I’m useless…” a few tears slipped down my face. “I've lost everything...everyone...and I couldn't do anything to stop it…”. My eyes were downcast and I nibbled on my lip lightly.



I felt his rough hand grab my chin and turn it up towards him, forcing me to look him in the eye. “_____...Don’t give me that shit. You know that is far from the truth. Now get that fucked up idea out of your head. You are a valuable member to the group…” he paused for a moment and sighed “...to me...now shut up with that and keep your head held high or whatever you do, a’right?” Daryl’s blue eyes looked intently into mine.



I weakly smiled up at him and he pressed his forehead gently against mine.



“What would I do without you?” I caressed his cheek gently.



He shook his head “Let’s never find out shall we?”



I nodded and kissed him gently, wrapping my arms around his neck and standing on my tip toes to kiss his lips. He was hesitant at first but he slowly kissed back, wrapping his arms around my waist. Being in his arms made me feel safe, made me feel wanted. For so long I had felt alone, and now I didn't have to feel that way anymore. Even with the zombie apocalypse looming over our heads, it was moments like this that made it all worth while.



As he kissed my lips passionately the sun started to shine into the room through the window and the sound of the walkers’ moaning stopped. Giving us a peaceful and blissful moment together.



Wait...we couldn't hear the walker anymore…





At the same moment, we both had the same thought, pulling back and slowly turned around. There stood the walker in front of us, pieces of flesh hanging from it’s mouth and it’s dead yellowish eyes looking at us hungrily.