❛ i’m bit . . . ❜ (i was kind of afraid to send this out of some GAH!! what if i tempt the gods?? worry. but..here we ARE!)
apocalypse starter —— send me ❛ i’m bit . . . ❜ to see how muse reacts .
Daryl had felt the strongest form of absolute, pure terror a handful of times in his life, of which he could remember every single one. The first was on a particular night where his dad had a bit too much to drink and Daryl had gone and fucked something up again, and the punishment that had been doled out was rougher than any other time before or after; the anger in his dad’s eyes, the strong and unrelenting grip on his arm, and the stinging pain were all clear in his mind still.
The second time was seeing his brother as a walking corpse. The one person that he had looked up to throughout his whole life, no matter what kind of faults or weaknesses he had,was just gone, and the pain that settled in had been like any other.
The third would be the bridge incident, which needed no further elaboration of the pain or terror that soaked him to his core just from witnessing.
And the fourth would be...this very moment, hearing Carol mutter those two terrible words to him. He felt like his spirit was taken out of his body, like he was no longer present in that moment and was instead watching it from elsewhere as his mind tried to work out what she had just said.
“No,” was the only word that came out after his moments of silence, not being able to hold back the tears that were stinging his eyes. “Fuck, no. No, no, no,” was all he could continue to repeat. And just as he was about to speak up, to say they would cut off whatever limb it was that they had gotten two, he glanced down to where her hand was cradling her abdomen, blood spilling out right from her gut. No way to cut that off, obviously. No way to save her.
“This ain’t... Y’can’t be. You can’t be bit. S’supposed to be you and me to beat this thing. Y’can’t be leaving me.”
