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Daryl opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the dark night sky and the stars. He was on top of the watch tower of the prison, guarding the path.

He turned his head to you. You were always with him during this moment, sitting over the edges of the tower, one leg hanging in the air, facing him, your back leaning on the pole.

Daryl smiled. You looked beautiful under the night light. You always looked beautiful, he thought.

“If you keep staring at me like that, you're going to pierce my skin” You said, eyes closed.

You heard him chuckle and turned your head to see him.

“You’re pretty” he said.

It was late. Daryl remembered all the moment you had together since the beginning. Ever since this shitty world came, you were probably the one he had known the longest.

Actually, you were the first one to really welcomed him and his brother in the group back to the quarry. Thanks to you, he fit in pretty well.

God, he remembered so well the way you made him play at games with everyone, making him discover his talent for the “dooble”. Everyone liked you. Somehow, he ended up liking you too, faster than he ever did. You were a ray of sunshine.

Then he remembered those time at the farm. While people were looking for Sophia. You were making sure everyone felt good, safe. Even him. It seems people were easily opening up to you. He did too, soon after they find out Sophia had died and muted. The truth is, you were reading him like an open book. You seem to always see when something was bothering him and knew how to act around him.

Oh, All the night spent and confession you two had in this tower. He grows to like you even more. Furthermore, he loved the way you were holding him while he was driving his motorcycle, and you were behind him.

Thing seem so easy with you.

Tonight, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. It seems that he wasn’t shy any more to talk to you like he used to. That make him feel weird. He usually had trouble to talk to you, even now in the prison, why tonight felt so easy.

“Don’t be so cheesy Daryl, it doesn’t suit you” you said, laughing.

“You're pretty too” you continued. He blushed, feeling his heart fall deep in his guts.

Daryl didn’t answer, instead, he turned his head toward the night sky.

He remembered your first kiss. In your bedroom. But, it didn’t exactly look like the one from the prison. He didn’t have memory of your kisses inside the prison, in fact. With their crazy life, he couldn’t find order.

Then, the moment he realized he had fallen for you, come to his mind. You two were on a run for supplies, it was during winter and you two were stuck in the wood. You had found a wood house and taking refuge inside. It was cold inside and you were freezing. In order not to freeze to death, you have been hugging tight, his poncho over you. This night, he could swear he never felt his heart beat so fast. He didn’t think you would love him back, that he was good enough for you, so he decided to take care of you and love you in silence. That was the moment he swore to always protect you.

Truth his, he wasn’t the one protecting you. You were the one protecting him. Always been. The love of his life were the strongest person he knew, a tough woman, never scared, always giving everything she could. Protecting him from the walkers, the governor, his brother, saving him from Negan when he tortured him, all alone. The way you tend to his wound after you get back from there. The way you hold him close that night, making sure he knew he was safe.

Wait, was Negan before or after the prison? His memories felt entangled. He couldn’t find their order.

Everything felt unreal.

Daryl turned his eyes toward you again, his heart felt heavy, sad. It was in this tower he had taught you how to use his crossbow. His body pressed against yours, holding your hand to manipulate the crossbow. He should have kissed you that night.

Why, his mind was full of memory and so confused with the way the event succeed.

“ Are you okay, Daryl?” you asked.

He smiled.

“Yeah, just memory.”

You smiled at him and he looked away.

“Are they happy memories?” you asked.

“Most of them. Just the story of life.”

You laughed.

“Waou, that’s sound awful.” you tell.

“Yeah well, life a bitch, and then we die right?” he answered.

“Sometimes. Sometime life a bitch and then you keep living.” You answered, insisting on the “you”.

A long silence follows, only broken by you.

“I’ve always loved watching the star with you.”

He felt butterflies in his stomach. He did too. Not just the stars.

“I’ve always loved being with you.” he said.

You smiled.

“So, we're gonna survive this shitty life together, i’ll be like your husband. We’ll stand together, always, we’re gonna get that dog, right Y/N?” he said.

You didn’t answer.

“Right Y/N?” he insisted this time, fear insinuated in his guts, shacking. No answer.

He felt bad. Something felt off.

“Y/N” he called you again, this time turning to looked at you.

His world crumble. Tears starting falling down his cheek.

You were there, the hole of a bullet in your forehead. You smiled at him.

The woman he loved would always protect him.

He remembered this time perfectly, the saviors caught you two, a few months after you helped him escape. Both on your knees, tied up, a gun pointed at your head. Those people acted alone.

Daryl felt anxious, scared, sick. Supplying these men to let you go. He had earned his freedom, Negan had said, and you had earned his respect, so he let it slide. But they were not listening to Negan this time. You, taking the saviors down to save Daryl all by yourself, had pissed them off. They wanted revenge to fix their ego.

Daryl had sworn to protect you this night of winter while you were sleeping in his arms, yet, the only moment you needed his help, you needed to be saved, he had failed. You died protecting him. Distracted the guys in front of you, so he could run before they shot you in the head. A clean shot. A shot that left Daryl paralysed, guilt and anger flowing in his body. He had crawl over your lifeless body, holding you tight.

The people from Alexandria, Rick, Michonne, Carol and other he couldn’t remember had arrived too late. They made those guy run away, but the damages were already done.

Everyone loved you. Without you, the group had lost something that night.

This wasn’t real. They were not in the prison nor Alexandria.

You stepped closer to him.

“Don’t cry my love please, it’s ok, you’re ok” You said, placing your hand on his neck and placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

Daryl tried to reach you, but he couldn’t touch you, just feel your hand and lips on him. His heart broke even more.

What a terrible twist of faith.

“I’m sorry, so sorry, please don’t leave, you promised.” Daryl said. Devastated.

“I wish i could.” you whispered.

Daryl stayed like that, crying in your arms. Oh god, he would have loved to be able to touch you, hold you again.

“You have to let me go, you have to keep going, love.” you whispered to him.

“How am i supposed to do?” he said.

“Listen to me, you will survive, you have to. For everyone. For me.”

You back up a little, looking at him.

“I am just a memory. But these people need you. Rick need you.”

A tear roll down from your eyes. With the tip of your thumb, you erased the one falling from his eyes.

“I can’t let you go like that. I failed you, i failed protecting you.”

The memory of your cold body against his now haunted his mind.

“Don’t you dare, you never failed me. Things happen, bad things, especially nowadays.”

You smiled at him and continue.

“I’ll do it all over again if i had the chance. I’ll love you all over again. The only regret i have is not kissing you sooner.”

You leaned over him, kissing him slightly. Daryl tried to keep you close from him, but once again his hand vanishing in the air. It broke him not to be able to hold you one last time.

“You’re gonna be fine.” You told him.

“If i have to lose you, how the fuck am i supposed to be fine, how can i let you go again.” he said bitter and angry.

“Remember what i told you, the person left behind has to live to the fullest. You’ll cry sometimes, but you’ll also laugh a lot and live bravely.” You paused. “That’s the proper answer to the love you were given. The proper answer to the love i gave you.” You were crying.

Daryl looked at you. He was close to you. He wasn’t crying any more.

“I wanna stay here, with ya” He said.

“You can’t, you have to promise me you’ll keep going on.”

You cup his head between your hands and put your forehead on his.

“Promise.” He said in a whisper. You smiled at him, and he saw your sadness in your eyes, he also saw exhaustion.

Daryl knew you never wanted to die. Not now. But it happens, and you left his heart empty, and you felt disappointed leaving life like this. You knew his thought, after all, you were just a fragment of his subconscious

“It’s ok, i can rest now.” you reassured him.

“I am grateful i had you in my life, Daryl Dixon. Thank you for loving me while i was alive.” You told him in a whisper.

“I loved you more than my life, i’ll see you in our next life.” You continued. Then you stood up, ready to leave.

He catches your hand, finally able to feel you and holding on it like his life depend on it.

“I love you too, so much. Meeting you was the best thing of my life.” He said.

He felt your hand sliding from his and disappear. Daryl closed his eyes, processing everything you just said.

“I love you” he said one last time, opening his eyes to see the ceiling of the room you shared in Alexandria.

A single tear streamed from his eyes. He wiped it with the back of his hand before turning to your side of the bed. Empty, folded.

It wasn’t just a bad dream.

Reality hit harder than dream or nightmare that night.

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