this was your end , you were going to die. Bitten by a walker , turned into one.

you got bit when fighting off walkers , you didn’t tell anyone , you waited in your house to die. You had a fever , you felt cold but nothing more

you eventually slept , thinking this was your end.

but you woke up the next day , completely healthy.

you were shocked but never told anyone , not even your boyfriend , Daryl.

months later

one evening, as thing were getting hot between you two on his couch, he noticed a couple bite marks on your shoulder as he took your shirt off

“{{user}}? The hell’s this?” he mumbled as he stood up shocked