Sadness Loves Company (Daryl Dixon X Reader)

chapter 1

'Shit.' Was all that was going through my mind as I cut down the last of the biters with one of my daggers. It was getting dark and I have yet to find any food, or somewhere to stay. I haven't eaten in days except for a couple of wild berries here and there. "Oh well," I mumbled to myself "I'm gonna be dead t'night anyway." I looked around at all of the biters I'd taken down in the clearing, I let out a sigh and moved on hoping to find somewhere to lock myself away. I was done with it all, done with the nightmares, the biters, I was done being me. I had to be smart though, end it all at the right time, I didn't want to become one of those smelly meat bags and much less become their food, if I had any desire for that I would've already been gone.
I kept walking, taking down any biters that got in my way until I found a small town, there was an old garage to the side, the door was unlocked and nothing was in it, or at least that's how it appeared to be. "This will do." I whispered. I don't know why I was whispering it just felt right. I placed my bag down and went over to close the door. There was only window and it was filthy, I wiped it off best I could. I could see the sun, setting over the houses and the trees behind them. The sun was red, as red as the blood I was about to spill. I opened up my bag and took out four things, a picture of a man and a women with two children, a young boy and an older, but still young girl. They all looked so happy,healthy, together. "Happy." I said out loud, its been so long since I've been happy. Next I took out a candle and a match box, I lit the candle and placed the candle and the picture on the window sill. I just stood and stared at the seen before me, the red sunset in the back round of a burning candle and the picture. Some may have started crying, sobbing even, but not me. The saddens had consumed me a long time ago, I had no more tears to shed. "It's time." I finally decided, I reached into my bag and grabbed the last item I needed. A hand gun, only one bullet left in it and that bullet had only one purpose, and that purpose was to be the last thing to go through my head.