He was pissed. You deliberately went against what he asked. You were supposed to stay back, but no. You risked your life to save him. Thank everything that you didn’t get hurt—Or so he thought.

You were walking alongside Daryl quietly, barely listening to him as you clutched your abdomen. The pins and needles sensation started to quickly escalate into something stronger.

“You couldn’t jus’ listen to me. Ya had to do whatever the hell ya wanted like usual.” He nearly spat, his southern drawl low and almost a near growl. His fists were balled up tight, his jaw clenched—you could’ve died—was all he could think about.

You suddenly felt faint, your vision blurring and your body overcome with sudden exhaustion. You looked down at your hand, feeling something warm and sticky only to suddenly see a bright crimson color that ran down your fingertips—Shit.

“Y’know yer jus’ so damn reckless-“ he turned to face you, ready to chew your ass out but stopped when he noticed your averted gaze. He followed your line of sight to your palm and that’s when he realized—You were bleeding out.