I laid under the covers of Daryl and I's bed, wrapped up in the bedsheets. I barely talked to anyone after the infiltration incident, staying locked away in our room. All I'd been doing was waiting, waiting for him to come back to me and wrap me in his arms. My mom always told me not to wait around for anybody especially when I was a teenager, but back then I truly didn't have anyone to wait for. Now, I had someone worth waiting for and someone I was madly in love with, someone who I'd sacrifice myself for to protect.

I laid there thinking about Daryl and how he was doing, what he was doing. I thought about him holding me close and covering me with kisses. I so longed to kiss him and breathe in his scent that I've gotten so used to that it now seemed sweet to me; I would bathe in it at this point if I could. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a sweet slumber, beginning to dream about him and pretending he was still here, like he was right next to me.

"Aften," his rough voice called from downstairs. My eyes flew open in surprise. "You there?" I sat up, clumsily stumbling out of bed. I almost tripped over the bedsheets my feet had been tangled up in. My heart pounded in my ears as I raced down the stairs to see Daryl standing in the doorway. It was almost like the sunlight was giving him a heavenly glow, like God had sent him back to me: my savior. I jumped into his arms. He caught me, his arms tight around my waist. I was safe in his loving grasp. He was here, he was okay, he was alive and breathing. I kissed him, beaming.

"I missed you so much," I whispered against his lips before pulling away to stare into his beautiful eyes. Daryl stared at me in return, his eyes flickering over my face thoroughly. I started to chuckle under my breath at how lovestruck he looked. "What?"

"Ye're just as beautiful as you were before I left, if not even more beautiful," he smiled faintly as his hands traveled down to rest on my hips. I blushed. I knew what this touch meant. He gently set me back down on the ground and grabbed my hand. He began to impatiently pull me up the stairs. "C'mon," he smiled deviously. I hurried behind him, laughing and clumsily tripping up the stairs. Our laughs were echoing throughout the house.

We entered our room, Daryl slamming the door shut with all his might; I was afraid the door would break. He ripped off his shirt, seeming impatient to finally get a piece of me after being away from me for so long. He threw it to the ground as hard as he could while I took off my tank top, seductively keeping my eyes on Daryl.

I bit my lip, smirking, and made my way over to him. I ran my hands over his chest, leaving soft kisses all over his skin. I smirked at the goosebumps that quickly appeared on his arms. He bent down to crash his lips onto mine. I could feel his hand snake up the back of my head, his fingers twisting themselves in my hair. He yanked my head back and I moaned at the roughness. He began nipping at my neck, sucking on the skin. I breathed heavily. He took my breath with him as he pulled back to push me forcefully down onto the bed. Daryl smirked as he towered over me; I looked helpless and he was so turned on by it.

He dipped down and planted another kiss on my lips before burying his face in my neck, nipping at the skin again. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky groan, grinning. I've been longing for him to be back with me. I've longed for his touch for so long and now I was melting underneath it. My body was on fire for him.

A motorcycle revved outside and snapped me out of my sleep and my racy dream. Was Daryl finally back? I raced down the stairs as fast as I could and clambered out onto the porch to see what was going on. My eyes flickered around the streets of Alexandria, my heart beating fast with excitement and anticipation. I scanned the area more than once but there were no motorcycles anywhere. Did I just imagine the noise? I frowned with frustration but refused to give up on my search. I stepped out into the street, walking down it in search of Daryl.

Something far in the distance, up in the sky, caught my attention. I turned my head towards it. A group of green balloons floated up into the air. I squinted my eyes as I watched them fly higher, getting smaller and smaller as they disappeared.

"That's Glenn," I could hear Maggie yell happily. "That's Glenn!" I frowned again, gazing down at my feet.

Was Daryl even alive? If he was, was he ever coming back? What if he was so injured that he can't even move?

My mind was racing with negative thoughts, them making me feel sicker by the second. The thoughts were zipping around in circles so much that my head started to hurt. I couldn't help but worry. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard an echoing, earth-shattering cracking noise. Confused and startled, I gazed up. The bell tower slowly swayed back and forth in its place. My eyes widened as the tower began to fall, crashing down onto the wall. The wall came down, breaking completely board by board. The damage and sound was tremendous, drawing the attention of everyone inside the walls. Dust flew up everywhere, to our dismay shielding the biters that began to creep their way into Alexandria.

"Shit," I cursed to myself, turning around and running back to my house. This was gonna get real bloody real fast.