The Horror of Our Love
(This one is probably the darkest thing I've ever written, so, be warned.)
Daryl growled as he tore through Terminus, killing anyone in his path. He was a monster, a killer, cold, calculating, and wrathful as he heard her scream again and again. If he'd known she was here, he would have done this sooner. He'd killed half of the people alone, the machete in his hand, his weapon of choice as he bathed in the blood he spilt. He didn't even care if they came back, he'd kill them all again. He was filling graves, creating a cemetery of gravestones behind him, and he'd keep doing it until she was in his arms again, until he had her. Her screams got louder the closer he got to her, until they stopped all together. He ran into the room and his eyes focused on her body, bruised, broken, bloody, naked on the ground. A vicious growl ripped from his chest he attacked all of the me in the room, slicing open their bellies and throats, more blood soaking his skin and his clothes as they fell around them.
He started to wake from the beast that had taken over, the monster that had ruled him as he knelt beside her body. Tears fell from his eyes and a scream tore through his throat as he pulled her against him. His world crashed around him, changed, blood spilt everywhere around them, soaking their skin as he held her against him. He felt when she started to come back, when she stared to move. He didn't care, didn't feel it as she broke his skin, ripping his flesh, blood flowing from the severed veins. He was drenched in blood and sweat as he pulled her against him, crushing her to him, burying his knife deep into her skull, his soul breaking as she died against him. His eyes closed before anyone else could show up.
She was standing in front of him, dressed in a white flowing gown, her skin pale and blue as she walked over to him. He pulled her close, held her against him, he knew where they were, but he didn't care. They were together, forever. This, was the horror of their love.