Daryl Dixon

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                  Your POV

Y/N have been at Alexandria for six months now. Daryl and Rick saved you from the walkers, barely, and took you back here to their safe place. You have secretly liked Daryl for about half the time you have been there, but didn't think you had a chance. You were part of the people who helped fix the wounded and infected. So you had a high tolerance to blood, and an easy access to things you would need to fix wounds. You also had a secret, you have severe depression and anxiety. But you don't take your meds for it. For the past two months you've gotten into the habit of cutting yourself.

"Y/N" Daryl calls out for you while you were sorting the cleaning chemicals. You turn around and see him striding up to you while holding his shoulder.
"What happened Daryl" you ask while helping him up onto the table Infront of you after you slide all of the glasses away.
"Eh, I kinda cut myself on a bar while I was out on a run darlin" Daryl says smirking at you. You blush bright red and look away.
"Well that was a stupid thing to do wasn't it" you say trying to keep you voice steady.  You grab some rubbing alcohol, some cleaning pads, and needle and thread. He then helped you  undo his shirt so you could clean his wound. You stand in shock as you stare at his bare chest. He had a six pack! You stand in shock and amazement, you are speechless and in awe.
"Y/N, are you okay" Daryl says lightly bringing your chin up till your looking into his beautiful blue eyes. You stare into his eyes still wordless. Then when his other hand grabs yours you suddenly find your voice. "Yea I just d-didn't know you had a s-six p-p-pack I was just caught off guard that's all" you stutter. He smirks at you and drops your hand. You start working on fixing his wound. He flinches a few times and everytime you apologize. You finish half an hour later. When you get done cleaning up the are you realize that Daryl was still standing there, shirtless, and staring at you.
"Is there anything else you need Daryl" you ask trying to step past him. But he grabs your wrist and stops you. You since as his hand closes over a new cut you made the night before. Her pulls your sleeve up and looks at your arm. He then grabs the other arm and checks it too. Both as have lots of cuts on them.
"I fucking knew it" Daryl says under his breath.
"K-k-knew w-what" you stutter.
"That you were cutting yourself, I tried to tell Rick but he didn't believe me" Daryl says under his breath while shaking his head. You start crying and shaking slightly. But after a while you start shaking violently. It gets hard to breathe all of a sudden and your knees buckle. You fall into Daryl's arms.
"Y/N, what's wrong? Darlin" Daryl says right before you black out.

             Daryl's POV

She passes out and I start freaking out. I scoop her up in my arms and bring her to a different room. I find another one of the people who help with the wounded and sick.
"Help her, she passed out. Please help her" I say. I didn't want to admit but I think I loved this woman.
"I'll do the best I can"  the helper says. Thirty minutes go by and Rick walks in.
"There you are. Why are you in here" Rick asks.
"Because she passed out after helping me" I say calmly.
"Okay why are you still here" he says with a questionable  look.
"Because she also cuts herself too" I say walking over to her. I lightly pull up her sleeve. She had old and newer marks all up and down her arms.
" I told you she was cutting herself" I say smugly.
"Fuck" Rick says "well stay with her then"
"Do t worry. I wasn't planning on leaving her anyway" I say looking at her peaceful sleeping face. Rick turns and leaves. You just stare at this most amazing persons face.

       To be continued