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Of All The Things Left Undone, Telling You Was One

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You were walking through the forest alongside Daryl, avoiding the road at all costs considering you didn't want the saviors to find you again.

You were scavenging for more supplies when you both stumbled upon a cabin a few miles back. Daryl told you he'd go inside and look around. Agreeing, you stood to keep watch. Something caught your eye. You walked over and realized it was a backpack. Picking it up, you unzip it and see it was packed full of useful things like lighters, cans of food, a pack of cigarettes and bottles of water. While you were searching through the bag you hadn't heard the sound of footsteps behind you. Luckily Daryl came out of the house in time and yelled your name. But not before you heard the boisterous sound of a gun going off. You felt searing pain in your shoulder. You heard yelling but weren't sure where it was coming from. Your vision started to blur and your breaths became rapid. It hurt. It hurt really fucking bad.

When you had woken up, it was dark out. The sound of life within the forest was echoing all around you. You were confused and tried to get up but a hand gently laid you back down. You had looked up at Daryl with questioning eyes.
“Ya got shot. The guys dead. Cleaned it best I could.” You had lifted your arm up to feel the wound but had come into contact with gauze instead. The shirt you were wearing was ripped at the collar and was a bloody mess.
“Who? How long have I been out?” You’d asked.
“‘M guessin’ a savior. Not sure though cause he was alone. Ya been out for two days.”
“Shit. We gotta get back, Daryl. They're probably worried about us. We have to go!”
“We ain't goin’ anywhere now. Your dumbass decided not to wake up till dark. Ain't my fault. ‘sides.. It was better to keep you in one place. With that wound and all.” he said pointing to your shoulder.
You knew Daryl was worried. He always worried about you. This probably tore him up. Two fucking days you've been laying there like a dead weight. Two days he's been worried sick about you. You can't imagine how everyone else at home feels.

This is the fourth day past the day y'all were supposed to get back to Alexandria. The day you got shot was the day you were supposed to be there. It's fair to say you're worried too. You hope no one went out looking for you two.

You're close to Alexandria now. You can hear the laughter. You and Daryl are exhausted and out of breath. Your shoulder is in excruciating pain but you keep pushing on. Daryl gave you the last bit of water a few hours ago after an award winning amount of protest from you. He threatened to push his “thumb in your newly blown in hole” if you didn't take it, so you did. The gate in front of you is a sight for sore eyes. You've felt as though you've never been so happy. The squealing of the gate brings you back to reality. You look at Daryl and smile. He smiles back. You begin to open your mouth to speak but your body feels numb. Your pulse slows and your head feels dizzy. The last thing you see is Daryl rushing towards you with Eugene following behind, then everything goes black.

You're regaining consciousness. You can feel that what you're lying on is soft. You can faintly hear someone saying “infection...blood poisoning...very weak right now…I'm doing my best but don't count on anything.” But everything is black. You're trying so hard to just open your damn eyes but they won't move. I’M HERE! You begin to panic. All you want to do is see.. Then nothing.

After the news of you and the others arriving to Hilltop, he got excited. He hasn’t seen you in a couple of weeks. And you being here, right now was completely unexpected. He finished his task and began to tread over to the gate. But what he had seen was not what he wanted. You were being carried out of the RV on a stretcher, much like the stretcher Maggie had been on. His heart dropped. Rick, panting, ran over and held up his hands. “(Y/N)’s still alive. Got shot in the shoulder by a man they didn’t know. But still alive.”

He was pacing when Alex came out of the medical building. With one look he knew it wasn’t good. Alex walked over to him and placed his hands on his face, looked him straight in the eye and said, “Go in. Go in now.”

You’re just lying there barely breathing when he looks at you. He feels his eyes well up with tears. And his chest releases all the air in his lungs. He quickly scans the room and your surroundings. Daryl is sitting on the other side of the bed, holding your hand and crying softly. Michonne, Rick and Carl are at the end of the bed sitting solemnly. He walks over to you and grabs your other hand that isn’t currently being held and sits down in the chair provided. He leans over and kisses your cheek. A tear falls.

He knew before he even met you that he did not want to fall in love again. Couldn’t stand the thought of having his heart ripped to shreds ever again. Yet here he was.. Like a broken record. He had fallen for you. He had even asked Rick if he could take up a permanent residence in Alexandria with you. After Rick had agreed, he made him promise not to tell you. He wanted to surprise you. And here you are, in his territory, dying before he even got the chance.