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Daryl felt his face pressed against something warm and soft. His eyes slowly opened as he removed his face from the surface, it was Andrea. He couldn't help what he was feeling at the moment. It was weird.

He pulled away from her embrace, turning over to his side as he closed his eyes again. Andrea was right, he did need rest. He just felt so good right now, he didn't want to get up.

Daryl let out a yawn as he felt Andrea curl up against his side. Her skin brushed against his, causing that feeling to go through his body once again. Was he supposed to feel this way?

"Daryl?" Andrea rasped, her eyes fluttering open. "Yeah?" He responded. He didn't get an answer though as she fell asleep again. Maybe she stayed up a little bit later than him, who knows.

He slowly got out of the bed, trying to make sure he didn't disturb her. He grabbed his crossbow and left her cell, ready to start this repetitive day once again.

Daryl came out of the prison bathrooms, his hair still damp from the shower. He ran his hand through his hair, walking back to where he usually went in the mornings. He walked past Rick and Lori. They seemed to be talking about something serious, seeing the grim look on Lori's face and Rick's unimpressed eyebrow raise.

He rolled his blue eyes, not giving a single fuck about what was happening between the two. He walked out of the prison about to make his way to one of the watchtowers but felt someone staring him down.

He whipped around, his crossbow level with his eye. "Daryl!" She giggled, putting her hands up. Daryl frowned, lowering his crossbow. "What are you doing out here?" She asked.

Daryl sighed and rolled his eyes once again. Carol knew how to get on his nerves sometimes. "Just the usual." He said, trying to sound as boring as possible. He started to walk back in the prison, maybe today wasn't going to be a watchtower day.

"Um, Daryl." Carol called out, running to catch up after him. He stopped in his tracks and felt her stand right beside him. "What's with you and Andrea?"

Daryl glared at her. "Why do you wanna know so bad?" Daryl growled, feeling himself getting more annoyed by the minute. "You like her, don't you?" Carol questioned.

Daryl felt his body tense up at the question. "And you don't." Daryl shot back. He knew Carol didn't like Andrea, in fact she didn't really like anyone in the group. Except for him, she always tried to kiss up to him.

"I'm just trying to help. I wouldn't bother trying to get with her if I were you. She's a mess." Carol said, her eyebrows furrowing. Daryl watched as she stood there, that stupid innocent look on her face.

He stormed back into the prison, pushing past Merle who had his metal arm out to stop him. Daryl glanced over at the blonde who he shared a bed with last night. He gave her a blank stare.

Andrea was sitting down at the top of the stairs as Daryl barely acknowledged her. She looked down at the ground, what was she supposed to expect from a Dixon?

Those walls Andrea broke down were back up again.

Daryl sat down at one of the tables in what used to be the cafeteria. He let out a breath, wiping the sweat off his brow. He licked his lips, feeling thee cold prison air cool off his body.

He opened his eyes to see Andrea walking towards him. "Hey." She greeted, giving him a timid smile. Daryl didn't return the smile, he was still thinking about what Carol said.

"What?" Daryl replied coldly. Andrea was taken aback for a second. "I.. I just wanted to talk. That's all." Andrea said quietly, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"About what?" He asked, still using the same harsh tone. Andrea looked into his eyes, she was hurt, but she wasn't going to show it. She broke the gaze and stared at her hands that were in her lap.

She shrugged her shoulders slowly. "I don't know." She answered, not knowing what to say. Andrea usually wasn't this vulnerable, but with Daryl it was different. They just knew each other, but here he was, acting like a totally different person.

"Can you just leave me alone?" Daryl spat. He watched Andrea flinch as he raised his didn't say anything, she just stood up and walked away from him. She stopped at the door before looking back at him again. What was his problem with her? She treated him so good all this time.

Andrea frowned and left the cafeteria, leaving Daryl alone.

The next day, Rick had Andrea and Daryl go off to get more supplies as he and Glenn would go after more weapons. Andrea trailed behind Daryl, who was focused on his surroundings.

The trip was silent so far, they were both quiet and neither had said a word so far. It was really uncomfortable for Andrea, but she had no other choice. The two walked in a pharmacy, splitting up as usual.

Andrea unzipped her backpack as she filled it with various medicines and sterile products. She quickly gathered what she could and decided to see where Daryl was at.

Instead she finds him firing his bolt at a walker in a lab coat, she notices that he was unaware of the one behind him. Without thinking, she ran up to him and pushed him out of the way. The walker was now on top of her, trying to bite at her. Andrea cried out as she struggled to keep the biter away from her. She tried to feel for her gun, but it was too difficult to get out of her pocket.

"Daryl, help me!" At that moment, a bolt shot straight through its head, piercing the walker clean right in between the eyes. She quickly threw the body to the side, brushing herself off as she stood up.

"Are you bit?" Daryl asked, scanning her body up and down. Andrea shook her head. "N-no.. Are you?" She asked, her body shaking with fear and adrenaline. "No." Andrea bit her lip as she shakily picked up the backpack.

"Come on, still got more to get." Daryl urged, giving her a curt nod. Andrea reluctantly followed, she just wanted this day to be over.

The day progressed slowly and painfully for Andrea. Their bags got heavier as more supplies piled into them, and their bodies were sore and aching. Daryl gestured for Andrea to walk next to him, it was finally time to go.

They walked for a couple moments before her knees buckled. She dropped everything as she fell to her knees, she was on all fours gasping for breath.

"Andrea?" Daryl asked worried. He kneeled down beside her, his hand on her back. She was panting and her eyes were shut tight, it looked like she was in pain.

"Daryl.. I.." Andrea breathed out. She looked into his eyes. He stared back into her tearful ones, watching them spill out of her blue-green eyes. "I can't go back." She said softly.

He rubbed her back soothingly as he looked around for any walkers. "It's gonna be alright." He reassured her. Andrea shook her head as she wiped her mouth.

"No." She started to cry. Daryl raised an eyebrow. "The hell you talkin' about, Blondie?" He asked, confused. Andrea stared into his eyes again. "Daryl.."

He nodded slightly, encouraging her to keep talking. "I'm infected." She whispered. Daryl breathed out. "Andrea, we all are." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders.

She slowly lifted her shirt up, not breaking the eye contact between them. The pale blue shirt slowly revealed what he didn't want to believe. Daryl stood back in shock.

He looked at the red mark. Fresh blood trailing down her hip, bite marks clearly imprinted in her milky white skin. Daryl ran his fingers over it, he heard her whimper in pain as she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

"No, you're gonna be fine." Daryl shook his head. "I'm gonna get you back to Hershel, he can fix this, you're gonna be okay." Daryl said. Andrea shook her head. "Daryl, I can't. This is it." She cried.

She weakly sat against the store shelves, smiling sadly at him. "You need to go." She whispered. Daryl slammed his fist into the ground. "I'm not leaving you. I can't, Andrea." He said, taking her cold hand in his.

"You're gonna make it, Daryl. I know it. You have to take care of yourself, okay? Promise me that you won't give up." Andrea said, her voice cracking. "Stop it, what're you talking about?" Daryl snapped, he couldn't believe this was happening to him. The only person that truly cared about him and took the time to take care of him would be taken away from him.

Andrea ran her fingers through his hair. "God, I'm gonna miss you. I love you so much, Daryl. You're the best." She forced herself to smile through the pain. That's when it hit him. That was what he'd been feeling all this time.

"I.. I love you too." Daryl said. He felt her hand on his cheek. She leaned in and kissed him. Daryl felt her pull away as he squeezed her hand. Andrea coughed up blood, she winced in pain as she clutched her hip.

Daryl knew she didn't have much time left. He knew he shouldn't have yelled at her earlier, not when she meant so much to him. He didn't know this was the last time he would get to spend time with her. He pushed her away so much, now he wasn't going to be able to be with her. After everything that happened, what did he do to deserve this?

He was angry at himself, the walker should have bit him not Andrea. It wasn't fair. She was so good to him. She was the only one that understood him and cared for him. He knew he shouldn't have been mean to her all this time.

Daryl watched as her rapid breathing slowed down to nothing. She became limp in his arms. Daryl shook his head. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be true.

"No. No!" Daryl yelled. He shook her body, trying to get her to come back to him, even for just a second. He watched hopeful, but it was no use.

"I'm sorry, Andrea." He said quietly.

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