This is short, I warn you.
Gone
There's a stillness to him now. He's not fidgeting, God knows he wants to. But he can hardly move now. Or breathe. She's besides him, trying not to cry. He struggles to lift his hand and place it on the side of her face. She helps him hold it there, loving his touch.
She finally let's her tears fall, retracing the route their predecesors had taken earlier. She's watched him fade over the last three days. Watched her lover gradually be removed from her presence, though he fought it vehemently. She had stayed with him, each moment of his struggle. She didn't eat and only slept besides him. The others had warned her she shoudn't. Should he turn while she was there, he'd bite her. She had said "Let him. At least I'll die by his hands." So she stayed there, nestled into his side. He had been thankful.
"Daryl..." she whispered.
"Shhh... An...drea," he whispered back, barely able to form the words. He reaches over and grabs her gun off the nightstand, slipping it into one of her hands. "I... Want you to..."
"No! Not... Not yet." She thinks of the others she had cared for. Amy. Dale. Gone. She doesn't want him gone too. She wouldn't be able to stand that. Not after all they've been through so far. Death, travel, life, love.
He leans his forehead against hers and says the strongest thing he could. "I don't wanna be a walker."
The tears continue, but she let's him guide her hand up so the gun is pointed under his chin. His eyes are locked with hers as he wraps his hand around hers on the gun and makes her pull the trigger. He slumps back, gone.
She sobs. They're all gone now.
His hand is still on hers, on the gun. She pulls it towards herself.
Outside the door, what's left of the group waits. They hear the first gunshot, and know what's happened. They know he's gone now. But all of them jump at the second shot. They wonder if something's gone wrong.
One stands, pushes the door open. She jumps back, startled. The sight inside is gruesome, but peaceful. Blood is soaking into the blankets and pillows on the bed. Andrea is besides Daryl. Both would have appeared to be sleeping, if not for the ominous bullet holes in their skulls. The one that pushed the door open immediatley covers her mouth with her hands and sobs. She's loss so much already, and the death of Andrea and Daryl nearly breaks her.
Hours later, there are two graves beside each other. Makeshift crosses are placed on each. Placed between the two crosses is a small piece of wood. On it, one of the other's had written carefully a message.
Andrea and Daryl
Together in death as they were in life.