#it’s so ballsy how often they show people getting burned alive how is that PG lmaoooo

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Sweetheart - part 5

You watch as he places Judith back into her crib, tucking her in a little and stroking her head once more. He is a totally different guy right now, and you feel so lucky to be witnessing it. “Wish you’d call me sweetheart.” You tease, walking out of the cell with him following, a grunt escaping his lips, but you catch the small smile before it disappears. “Goodnight, Daryl.”  You whisper, staring at his beautiful face in the moonlight.

“G’night, Y/N.” He mutters, staring right back at you. You slowly back away, despite wanting to stay with him forever, and head to your cell, glancing back at him one last time before disappearing inside....

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* Takes place in season 4

Word Count: 1375

Warnings: Mentions of violence, angst

PG-13

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The next few days had been great, filled with late night talks and even a few kisses here and there when no one was around. Unfortunately, it all came to an end when the Governor came storming through your gates unexpectedly, tearing down everything your group had fought so hard to maintain. Your group was separated as everyone scattered to try to escape the crumbling prison, becoming flooded with walkers. It wasn’t salvageable, it felt like the world was ending all over again. You tried desperately to find everyone, but only found Maggie Bob and Sasha. You were running around, screaming for Daryl and Rick, searching for Judith and Carl, but you could not find anyone. The bus took off without a lot of the group, so you were forced to run out of there, nothing but one gun each.

The following days drug by, each one worse than before. You barely slept, unable to from fear and heartache. You were never going to see any of your loved ones again, it really felt like how it did when this all began. You just went along wherever the other three wanted to go, siding with Maggie when she thought that you should go to Terminus to try to meet up with the others. You and her would write on all of the signs, telling Glenn and Daryl to go to Terminus. You would be praying that you guys got lucky enough for them to come across these signs. You couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing any of them again.

You could almost see the light fading from Maggie’s eyes - she had become nothing but sorrow and anger - and who could blame her? You felt numb as you sat by the tiny fire Sasha made, staring absentmindedly as she checked on Bob’s shoulder once more. You were jealous, knowing that the two of them were going to end up together, and they would make a beautiful couple. It made you miss Daryl even more, wishing he was sitting beside you, holding your hand. You wouldn’t feel so scared, or hopeless. You feel your eyes burning as the tears build up for the hundredth time today, your chest tightening as you remember how different things were just a few weeks prior.

You were sleepless the night before the Governor attacked -thinking back, this was probably your gut knowing something bad was looming- so you went outside to get some air, like you often did on nights like this. You sat on one of of the benches and looked out at the stars. You hadn’t realized Daryl was on watch in the guard tower, seeing him now approaching you from the courtyard, his crossbow perched on his shoulder, right where it always was. “Why’re ya still up?” He questions, stopping a few steps away from where you sat. It was a nice night for this time of the year, not too cold, only a light breeze passing here and there.

“Can’t sleep.” You respond, pulling your sweater tighter around you, smiling subconsciously at him. You can’t help it, his presence alone lifts your mood.

“You smile a lot.” He remarks, leaning against the fence, looking at you crookedly. You smile even wider, wondering if he knew that he was the reason.

“Only around you.” You flirt, laughing lightly under your breath, looking up at him through low lids, still very tired. You catch his lips curve up into a small smile before he tries to mask it. He rolls his eyes and scoffs, not believing you, though he likes to hear it.

“Right.” He replies, not breaking eye contact. You move over on the bench and pat the seat beside you, feeling ballsy. He gives you a look, considering it, glancing around him, but ultimately accepting your offer and walking over to you, taking a seat beside you. You rest your elbow on your knee, cupping the side of your head in your hand and smiling at him tiredly. “Yer pretty drowsy.” He teases, a neutral look on his face, but you can tell that he is in a good mood. You giggle and he scoffs again, a real smile creeping up his face. “Look like yer drunk.” He continues, looking off on the courtyard. Your gaze follows his, looking out on the peaceful property. If the walkers weren’t down there trying to get in, it would be a perfect scene.

You look back to Daryl, feeling so appreciative of how lucky you had gotten in this messed up world. He catches you watching him, giving you a confused look. “What?” He questions, and you just shake your head, not really having anything to say. You lean over and give him a small kiss on the cheek, feeling him tense up a little, secretly making it your mission for him to stop tensing at physical contact. You pull away slowly, placing your head on his muscular shoulder and sighing in content as you feel his body relax.

“Y/N?” Your eyes shoot up from where they were staring at the fire, and you feel a tear stroll down your cheek. Maggie is staring into the fire the same way you just were, and Sasha is looking between the two of you, recognizing the look the both of you have. “We’re gonna be okay. It’s all gonna work out, somehow.” Bob tries to reassure, speaking aloud to all of you, feeling that all three of you women are losing hope. You nod sadly, wiping the tears from your eyes on the back of your hand quickly, tired of crying. You place your hand on top of Maggie’s, trying to comfort her. She smiles sadly at you and leans her head on your shoulder, reminding you of how you did to Daryl that night, the tightening in your chest returning. You just hope that he is alive, and not alone.

You know him well enough to know that he is beating himself up for what has happened, and you wish you were there to assure him that none of it was his fault. You squeeze Maggie’s hand a little, trying to comfort the both of you, blinking away the new tears forming. Your eyes wander up to the sky, looking at the faint glow of the stars in the cloudy sky, wondering if Daryl is looking at them too. Or any of the others - Glenn, Rick, Carl, Michonne. You miss everyone so much, you wish you could know if they made it out of there…

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Daryl pokes at the skin of the snake he killed with one of his arrows, his thoughts in a million different places. Beth sits across from him at the small fire, eating her portion of the snake hesitantly, glancing up at Daryl here and there, wondering if she should say something. She decides against it, feeling that she’ll probably only upset him if she tries to comfort him about the prison. He continues absentmindedly poking the skin on the ground, thinking of Y/N, hoping that she made it out of there. He tried so hard to find her, he stayed as long as he could. The place was falling down before his eyes, towers crashing to the ground with the fences and parts of the building. He couldn’t find anyone, it was a horrible mess. He could only manage to get Beth out of there. Daryl was hoping that you were on the bus and had escaped, that you were with Rick and Carl. More than anything, he wished he was with you guys. He felt all alone again, like he was going to lose himself. Thankfully he had Beth, even if he wasn’t close to her, because he couldn’t bare to be all alone right now.

His eyes leave the guts of his kill, wandering up the trees and landing on the stars. He remembers the couple of nights that he spent outside talking to Y/N after everyone had gone to bed. A sigh escapes his lips as he feels heart aching again, missing all of people he had come to care for. He watches the sky, wondering if you were out there, and if he would ever see you again...

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