A/N So, first ever TWD fic, not sure if it'll be good or not, or how in character Daryl is, but. Well. Yeah! Just a little one-shot Hope you enjoy?

Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, blah blah blah.

The search for Sophia had been going on 8 days when Daryl left the camp that morning, a small pack on his shoulder holding some food and water and his crossbow in hand. The trail Sophia had left in her wake had been easy to follow at first, but was now harder to find, and more clouds were filling the sky. If it rained, it would make the search all the more difficult.

A scream sounded through the forest and Daryl froze, it was definitely a female's, and it was close by. He set off at a quick pace in the direction it had come from and could hear the sounds of a struggle getting louder as drew closer.

"Take that you fucking, mother, fucker!"

Daryl got to a small clearing just in time to see the girl drive a knife through the skull of a walker before pushing it off her and collapsing on the ground, breathing heavily. He raised the crossbow and called out to her.

"Hey. You been bit?"

At the sound of his voice, she shot up into a kneeling position and held her knife out in front of before sighing, "Really? You couldn't have got here just a few minutes earlier?"

"I'm gonna say it one last time. Are you bit?" as he spoke, he took a few steps towards her. She pushed herself up and walked over to the bag that had fallen nearby. "Look, don't worry about it, I'm fine, no bites, I'll just go off on my way and you can carry on doing whatever you're doing."

"What's that blood on your leg?" she glanced down and shrugged slightly. "Probably caught myself when I was running, I doubt it'll be… shit." as she spoke, she had been rolling up the trouser leg to reveal a bite just by her ankle.

"Well I'll be damned. The fucker did get me." her voice had gone emotionless and flat as she stared at it. Daryl watched as she threw the bag towards him and knelt down on the grass.

"Come on then. Shoot me. Get it over with." her voice cracked as she spoke and her hands were fisted by her side, knuckles white, her body shaking slightly.

"I'm sorry." Daryl said as he aimed the crossbow at her head.

"Please. Just. Fuck. Do it quick. It's starting to burn. I can't… I can't be one of them. I need to die as me. I need to stay me. Just fucking do it." she shut her eyes tight and Daryl watched as she took her last breath and he let the arrow fly.

A/N So… did you like it? Please review! Reviews are good! I like reviews.