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[Daryl Dixon] Golden Part 2

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Your relationship with Daryl is everything you could have ever asked for- until something goes terribly wrong.
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"Hershel?!" Glenn shouted, doubling down to cough. "She's getting worse."
Glenn turned back to you, lifting your head up. He couldn't do much, considering he was just as weak as you. You shook your head, spitting out blood as you went to speak.
"No!" You shouted, basically vomitting out blood. Glenn passed you a bucket with shaky hands and you emptied the blood into it. Hershel came limping in, his shirt covered in blood and other unidentifiable muck. You let out another cough, feeling your shirt stick to your back from the sweat.
"How're you feelin'?" Hershel questioned, kneeling down beside you. You rubbed your eyes, taking in a deep breath.
"I feel how I look." you simply replied, slumping back onto the bed.
"They'll be back in no time. You just gotta hold out till then." Hershel told you. You nodded, reaching out and grabbing Glenn's shoulder. Your hand slipped away, and you let out a small gasp.
"Go. Leave me. Get some rest."
Glenn stared at you, as if trying to figure you out.
"You're going to choke on your own blood." He told you, his voice gravelly. You let out another cough, then curled yourself into a ball.
"I won't. I will be okay."
Glenn picked himself up off of the ground and began shuffling outside. You slumped down into the bed, watching the walls. Things began to fade in and out. You were slowly losing consciousness.

"Feel okay about it?" Daryl asked you, leaning against the wall. You leant next to it, with him.
"No." You simply told him. "What does this do to us? Taking in so many new survivors...what does it do to our survival?" You asked him. Daryl shrugged.
"These people...they just people. They ain't the enemy."
You looked up at him, furrowing your brows.
"I know...I know they are. I'll feel okay about it soon. They were the Governor's people...yeah...but they're innocent."
Daryl nodded. "Cell's are gonna get pretty tight. Ain't gon be enough room for everybody. Not unless some people share." he told you. You turned your head, glancing sideways at Daryl.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" You nudged Daryl, a small telltale smile spreading on your face. Daryl nudged you back.
"I ain't sayin' nothin'."
You smirked, crossing your arm's over your chest.
"I mean...if we're pairing up...I guess I'll just share with Beth or something. No big deal. Who're you gonna share with? Carol?"
Daryl rolled his eyes at you. "You really gon' make me say it, ain't ya?"
A huge grin bloomed on your face.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Dixon..." You giggled, batting your eyelashes.
"Hm, yeah. Right."
"Fine. You wimp. I GUESS I'll share a cell with you. But only because you asked so nicely."
Daryl chuckled, squirming in his place. Adorable in all of his awkwardness.
"Friend's don't share cells, Daryl. Cells with only one bed." You told him, your face going serious. "So before we do this...you've gotta work out what we are. I know what I want us to be...I just don't know what you want us to be. Get back to me, will you?"

You squinted your eyes, watching the ceiling as you began to cough more, blood spraying across your arms as an attempt to cover your mouth. As you stood to get out of the bed, your feet instantly fell from beneath you - and you went crashing to the ground. You closed your eyes - unaware for how long you'd sleep for.

"Figured it out." Daryl finally said, watching as you pulled your sweatshirt on. "I...uh...I know what I want us to be."
You leant against the cell door, watching Daryl pull on his vest. You smirked.
"What Glenn and Maggie have - that's what I want."
You tilted your head, staring at him. He knew what he wanted.
"Glenn and Maggie are married." You furrowed your brows.
"Then?" he asked, walking forward. He took his thumb and rested it under your chin, then lifted your head up so your eyes were looking into his.
"Then?" You repeated.
"Then what are we waitin' for?"