Kiss me with Fear

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You and Daryl had been traveling together for weeks now, surviving in the harsh world overrun by walkers. It was late afternoon, and you both had found an old, abandoned cabin deep in the woods. It seemed safe enough for a quick rest, but safety was never guaranteed.

As you cleared out a few rooms, you heard a loud crash behind you. Walkers-dozens of them-burst through the front door. Without hesitation, you and Daryl fought them off, swinging your knives and firing arrows, your hearts pounding in sync with the chaos around you.

You were holding your own, taking down walker after walker, but then you lost your footing. In a split second, a walker lunged at you, pulling you down with it. Daryl yelled your name, but you could barely hear him as the undead growled in your ear. You stabbed it through the skull, but it was too late. You were pinned beneath it, motionless.

From Daryl's perspective, it looked like you had been bitten, and he froze for a moment, fear tightening in his chest. "No... no!" he shouted, fighting his way to you, shoving the remaining walkers aside. He crouched beside you, breath ragged, eyes scanning frantically for a bite.

"Get up! C'mon, get up!" he pleaded, his voice cracking.

Suddenly, you gasped and pushed the walker off of you. Covered in blood and dirt, but very much alive, you got to your feet.

"I'm fine!" you panted, shaking off the adrenaline as you looked up at him.

Relief washed over Daryl's face, but it was quickly replaced by something more intense. He grabbed you by the shoulders, eyes wild and raw with emotion. And before you could say another word, he pulled you to him, crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was urgent, messy, and full of the fear and relief he'd felt all at once. You were shocked at first, but then you melted into him, your hands gripping his vest as you kissed him back with the same intensity.

When he finally pulled away, you both stood there, breathing hard, staring at each other. His forehead rested against yours, and he spoke quietly, almost gruffly, "Thought I lost you."

You smiled, brushing a hand over his scruffy jaw. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

He smirked faintly, but the depth of his feelings still lingered in his eyes. Without another word, he took your hand, and together, you walked back into the cabin, ready to face whatever the world threw at you next.

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