i got the idea after reading a imagine from alexernstkilledme alex ernst|sleepy. just credit where it's needed
alexandria
Get up. Scavenge. Kill. Repeat. And no, (Y/N) doesn't get up from her slumber. She stays awake in bed, staring into the abyss she calls her ceiling.
Today wasn't any different. She gets up from her bed, getting little sleep once more. She allows herself to stare, seeing her man sleeping peacefully. He's always helping others, putting his life in the line always. She just wishes she could be like that too.
Changing quickly, she moves down the stairs of her shared house and into the kitchen. Grabbing the bread, she places a slice in the toaster before sitting atop the island. She pulls the knife from her back pocket, placing the tip under her fingernail.
"Trying to lose a finger?" (Y/N) chuckles quietly, forcing her eyes to look at Daryl, who leans against the fridge. She places the knife beside her, giving him a small smile.
"Good to see you too, Daryl." He rolls his eyes, a scoff passing his lips before a yawn follows. He scratches his head roughly. It doesn't ruin his hair, as he just woke up. The smirk across his face changes though, noticing there is not much color on (Y/N)'s face.
"You okay?" he asks, taking a step p closer. She raises a brow, nodding her head slowly, a look of confusion on her face. "You look like hell."
"Thanks for the compliment, asshole."
"(Y/N), I'm serious." He forces himself between her legs, grabbing her face softly. He looks closely, noticing how the blood has disappeared from her face, while her eyes have little emotion. "You look like you haven't slept a week."
"It's been two." (Y/N) places her hand over her mouth swiftly, wishing she hadn't corrected him.
"You need sleep, (Y/N)!" he exclaims. She only scoffs in response, pushing him away before hopping off the island.
"I got to go." She isn't able to take even a step, as Daryl grabs her quickly, throwing the girl over his shoulder. "You bitch! Put me down!"
"We're going to bed," he announces, dropping (Y/N) on the bed. Despite trying to leave, Daryl is faster, grabbing onto (Y/N)'s waste and pulling close, forcing her to straddle. "They'll be okay without you for one run. Besides I miss you." A light blush blossoms on his cheeks despite his confidence. His fingers move to her hips, gripping the top of her pants.
(Y/N) lets a moment pass before a heavy breath passes her lips. As it leaves her, it seems the energy left with it, her eyelids weighing a ton now as does her limbs. She leans down, laying on Daryl's chest, sleeping in an instant.
Daryl feels her breathing against him, a quiet chuckle passing his lips. "And you said you're fine." He smiles faintly, wrapping his arms around her, as a heavy breath passes his lips, allowing himself to sleep as well.
not the greatest but meh