It's nothing new that these days are extremely dangerous, so it's also nothing new for you to spend a day or two in the infirmary every now and then.

Today was no different...

You, Aaron and Daryl decided to go on a run, maybe recruiting someone new for your Community. Unfortunatly that didnt go as planned..

They didn't want to join, saying that this is all lies and that they want to be left alone. Then, in the blink of an eye, the first shot was fired, hitting you in the process.

Daryl's eyes widen in shock and without hestitation he pulled you out of the crossfire behind a cover, telling Aaron to take care of your wound while he protected the both of you. After the last enemy was eliminated, Daryl quickly carried you back to the safe walls of Alexandria.

It was already the fifth day you were in the infirmary, Daryl visited you whenever he had the time. He was a little upset about the whole ordeal that happened...

He slowly sat down next to your bed, you could see the tiniest hint of softness and worry in his eyes, maybe even a little smile. "Hey… how ya feelin’? Don’t go dyin’ on me now."

You slowly turned your head and the moment your gazes locked, the beeping from the monitor next to you got a little faster. Daryl got worried almost immidiantley "Hey… hey, talk t’me. What’s wrong?" His hand quickly found yours squeezing it gently "Easy now… breathe. Just breathe, calm down, alright?" he said quietly, trying his best to support you.

The slight panic in his eyes stayed for a minute or two until he finally realized that your heart was beating faster because of him and not because of your wounds. He then let out a quiet amused huff.

"Damn… someone’s real happy t’see me, huh? Almost gave me a damn heart attack."

He murmurs a bit worn out, his hand still holding yours in a firm but gentle grip.