THE WALKING DEAD| DARYL DIXON; part one
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IMAGINE: Daryl when he sees you've turned.
You had been missing for almost a week; everyone was worried. They'd all take turns to go search for you, but Daryl was the only one who go everyday, spending the entire day out there looking. And one day he'd found you. Just not in the way he wanted. You were wondering aimlessly around, searching for anything to eat. Dried blood stained your worn down clothes, hands, and face. Your once beautiful and vibrant eyes were now a milky white. Your skin was now colorless and rotting. Daryl stilled when he saw you, blinking multiple times to see if you were real; you were. Tears sprung to his eyes as his connected with yours. Instead of recognition or relief filling your eyes, all he saw was hunger. You stumbled toward him as he took out his gun. You got closer, he aimed. You limped forward, his hands shook. You groaned a few feet away from him, he fired.
"I'm so sorry."
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