Anonymous asked: Rickyl Prompt: I'm not ready for Sunday finale so can you give a very sweet reunion between our men cause no one is going to die.

ronansparrishs-deactivated20200:

Rick was running like he had never run before. He was panting, tears streaming down his face as he made his way to Daryl. He was in the distance, Daryl, with a bandage around his shoulder and limping slightly. Rosita was with him, helping him, and Glenn and  Michonne. 

But mostly Rick saw Daryl. 

He didn’t care about anything else; he didn’t care about what would come, or what had happened, all he cared about was that Daryl was back, Daryl was home. 

Being without him had carved a unique hole inside of his chest. When he had gone, when he had found out that Daryl had left, all over again the world shattered. Every time Daryl left, Rick felt pieces of himself slip away. Pieces that, every time, he knew that if Daryl did not come back, he would never be able to put himself back together. 

When Rick reached him, everyone stepped away. 

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