No Words Needed
Daryl Dixon Imagine
based on a request I got almost a year ago and I feel bad for it. I can’t even say how sorry I am about this.
A while after Beth had been kidnapped Daryl and you start to lose hope that you’ll find her again. Overwhelmed by despair you spend a night together. Almost a month later you start feeling weird.
word count: 1575
approximated reading time: 8 minutes
“Ya okay!?” I nearly bumped into Daryl as he suddenly stopped and turned around. We had been out on the street for about a month now looking for the rest of the group. After Beth had been kidnapped… we had tried to find her but lost track along the way.
“Sure”, I mumbled not looking up because I knew he would have looked right through my lie. I had been feeling weak and dizzy all day and my stomach hurt but we couldn’t stop walking. Maybe we could have if we had stumbled upon a cottage or something. Much like the one Daryl had told me about. The one where he had went with Beth right after we had gotten separated. He was there with her… a sharp pain in my chest brought me back to my senses. I didn’t like thinking about them. Especially after I had spent the night with Daryl about a month ago, shortly after Beth had been abducted. I didn’t know if there was anything between them and I didn’t have the guts to ask. “We should keep walking.”
“Ya look pale… we should rest.” Ignoring what I had just said Daryl put his crossbow down and forced my backpack off my shoulders. I uttered a few words of disagreement but finally obeyed. There was nothing else I could do. The cramps had gotten worse and it probably was the best to rest for a while. Maybe a few minutes would help.
“I just need a few minutes”, I said lying down. The world around me started to spin and as I put my arm above my eyes to stop the spinning I felt something under my knees. Daryl had grabbed his backpack and shoved it under me to ease my dizziness. His hand brushed against my knee as he tried to help me get as comfortable as possible and his sudden touch brought back the memories, illuminating the darkness in front of my eyes.