Open Your Eyes: Pt. 2
Summary: When the reader gets hurt as she and Daryl Dixon attempt to find the missing Beth, it’s up to him to save her, but he just can’t get her to wake up. What he doesn’t know is that she can hear every word he says as she sleeps. When he makes a surprising confession, will she finally open her eyes?
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Author’s Note: This is a second part to my original one-shot as requested by @cutiepiemimi13 - I’m sorry it’s taken so long and I hope you like it!
‘Can we get a part 2 on this like making it back to the group or something just fluff‘
‘We need to go.’
Daryl was sitting on the window ledge, staring out into the early morning gloom when your voice broke the silence, dragging his attention to where you lay on the bottom bunk, your leg bandaged in shreds of ripped sheets.
‘Ya can’t walk, Y/N.’
‘I can try.’
‘Yer gon’ hurt yerself.’
You sighed, and forced yourself into a sitting position, spinning round until you could press your feet against the floor and tentatively ease yourself upright. Taking a deep breath, you began to move slowly, crossing the room with grim determination on your face. Every step hurt. Your shin, badly injured in the accident, sent jolts of pain up your leg each time you rested your weight on it, but you were doing it. When you finally reached the archer, his look of concern made your stomach dip, and you held out your arms to him, waiting for him to slide off the sill and pull you into his chest.
‘Yer damn stupid.’
‘You love me though.’
‘I do. Which is why we ain’t goin’ nowhere till I’m sure ya can make it. It’s dangerous out there. The place is crawlin’ with walkers ‘n’ I can’t carry you and keep ‘em off us.’ This was new for the two of you, and you could feel Daryl’s body tense beneath your hands as you smoothed your fingers over the solid planes of his chest. He did love you. You still couldn’t quite believe it. But it was making him make bad choices and you growled a little under your breath as you fought to keep your frustration under control.
‘We came here for Beth, Daryl. We know she’s here somewhere, and every second we sit here, she’s running out of time. I’m no use to you like this, but if we can get back to the group, I can rest up there and you can bring some of the others back.’
‘I don’t…’ He tailed off. ‘I ain’t gon’ risk yer life like that.’
‘And it isn’t just as much of a risk to stay here?’ You changed tack, trying to highlight to him the impracticality of remaining where you were. ‘You said it yourself, the city is crawling with the undead, plus those creepy white cross car guys are obviously nearby. What if they find us before we find them?’
‘You don’t know that.’