Multi-Fandom Imagines

TWD [d. dixon]

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Imagine: Daryl watches helplessly as you get sick at the prison.
Warnings: None

You walked through the prison yard, sneezing. A chill had blanketed the prison where your group was living and you hoped some clean air would help fight the tickle in your throat. Unfortunately colds didn't seem to end just because the world did. As you gulped down breaths of fresh air you caught Glenn climbing down from the watch tower. Maggie's head popped up in the windows the top, watching him leave. It was cute, the way they snuck around as if the entire group didn't already know they were in love.

Love in the apocalypse. Who would have thought?

You weren't one to talk. The memory of Daryl finally kissing you after he saved your life at the farm flashed in your head, making you grin. You two weren't always quite as obvious as Maggie and Glenn, but that didn't make the love any less intense. Others in the group had described you two as magnets; if one shifted so did the other one, always connected and moving as one.

So while the two of you weren't as lovey dovey as the Romeo currently climbing down the watch tower, that didn't bother you. You loved Daryl in all his shy and awkward glory.

You turned away from the tower, surveying the yard. Rick was down at the fence, luring walkers away from the main gate and then swiftly stabbing them through the fence holes. Before you could even contemplate joining him, a sudden noise echoed through the courtyard.
Both you and Rick spun toward the prison, barely a second passing before you were taking off. Rick caught up to you quickly as you stumbled a bit, and in that time another shot rang out.

"Is it coming from our cell block?"

"I don't know!"

A few others who'd been outside joined you two in rushing toward the prison. You could see Daryl up ahead of you, his crossbow out and at the ready.

You tripped and stumbled again, cursing as your lungs begged for more air. Unrelenting, you pushed on and forced your feet to keep moving as fast as they could.

As soon as you entered cell block D, you could see hell was breaking loose. People were shooting, screaming, crying. You instantly went into fight mode, knife in hand. You slashed through walker after walker, dodging as they tried to bite into you.

Finally, no more walkers remained. People stood around, their ragged breaths standing out in the sudden silence. You slid down onto the ground, trying to catch your breath as sweat dripped down your face.

You turned your head into your elbow, coughing. You kept coughing until your throat felt raw. Taking a deep breath, you stood up.

Daryl walked over, a concerned look on his face. He'd been keeping a close eye on your cold, and was concerned every time you showed even an ounce of discomfort.

"Hey, you ok?"

You nodded. "Just tired."

He grabbed onto your hand and led you over to the steps so you could both sit down. You set your head onto his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around you. You both sat there while everyone walked around, discussing what had happened. It wasn't until Rick announced a council meeting that you got up.

Both being council members, you and Daryl met everyone else. He pulled you down into a seat beside him, keeping a tight hold of your hand. That was how you knew he was really shaken-Daryl typically hated PDA.

"Do we know what happened?" You asked the group softly.

Your chest felt tight, and you were still sweating even as the chill in the prison air laid over you like a heavy blanket. Not that anyone noticed. Everyone was tired and dirty.