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protective daryl is such a Must like

imagine someone’s just threatened you and he stands in front of you with one of his arms back so he can hold your hand. “you don’t talk to her” he’d growl.

after somehow sending them away he’d turn back to you and hold your face and just “you okay?” and a “i’m never gonna let anything happen to ya”

Ol' Coyote | Daryl Dixon x Reader

Tags: Swearing, smoking, protective Daryl, season 2 Daryl, light angst, mentions of past domestic violence

Words: 2.5k

A/N: I'm FERAL over protective Daryl YES GAHD

Something you'll never get from me is a non-southern reader in TWD fics.

I may have made things a little ooc with Shane, possibly just a tad more aggressive than he actually is with people confronting him. But it's for the plot of the fic.

Also I'm not sure if I really like how this turned out, but I think I've just been staring at the words too long. I hope you enjoy it either way <3

Tension was running high on the farm. A nervousness had settled over you in the last few days as you watched Shane. His erratic behavior was becoming unnerving to observe from the outside. His freshly shaved head glistened with sweat as he shook it, watching Lori practically stomp away from him after a heated conversation.

This was what you were best at. Watching. Every move that was made within your eyesight didn’t go unnoticed, every twitch, every heavy sigh that came from the man. You always had a knack for catching things just before shit hit the fan. That was the only thing you were thankful for when it came to your ex boyfriend.

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honey suckle

summary. daryl gets lost in eating his favourite meal between your legs

warnings. smut, oral (female reader receiving), fingering, squirting, swearing, pet names (babydoll, darlin’), some and implied aftercare

divider credits. @cafekitsune

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Words: 4,692 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: War with the Saviors, specifically TWD S8 E13 after the battle at Hilltop Warnings: fear and anxiety, language, angst alert! Summary: You took an arrow to the shoulder during the battle at Hilltop and when the injured are sickened and turn, Daryl realizes his worst fear is going to come to pass.

“What the hell happened!?” Daryl spat, looking around at the now still corpses in the main entryway.

“I dunno,” Rick growled, spinning. “Maybe walkers got in?”

“Maybe during the fight,” Morgan echoed.

Daryl scrutinized the bodies. “These—these are all our own people though…”

Suddenly, there was a scream from upstairs and they raced up to find Carol standing over Tobin’s now silent body, blood dripping from the end of her knife.

“Are ya alrigh’?” Daryl asked, surveying the scene. Rick and Maggie stepped in beside him.

“Yeah,” gasped Carol. Her eyes were fixed on Tobin’s body. “He—he wasn’t bit. But he turned.”

They all exchanged tense and confused glances until Rick spoke. “Negan’s bat… when I was out there with him, it was covered in walker blood. I just thought he’d crossed some but… maybe…”

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Bettersweet Coffee 1

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader Fanfiction

Summary: Sequel of my fic “Hot Cocoa”. In that one, the reader was a primary school teacher new to Daryl’s town and the teacher of his nephew, Sam Dixon, who Daryl cares for while Merle is in jail. That’s how reader and Daryl met, you can see the development of their relationship in that fic. In this one, we’ll see them dealing with the apocalypse, starting from the outbreak and following the show timeline, more or less.

You can find the previous fic along with plenty of others in my masterlist.

Chapter 1 THE OUTBREAK

You could feel the tension in the almost empty classroom, especially among the older kids, the ones who had been in your extra-curricular art activity since the first year that you started working there, six years ago, including your nephew, Sam Dixon. Sam was still a kid, but not the little six-year-old that you had in your class since day one when you first moved to that small town to work in a school where almost every other teacher seemed to dislike you, where you had no friends, and where people didn't want to have anything to do with you. Those first moments had been hard, but you'd go over everything again a thousand times if it meant that you'd get to meet Daryl. At first, he'd only been the uncle of little Dixon, and the kid's guardian during Merle's absence, but despite the rumors about him and his family, Daryl had seemed decent enough, he'd never been actively against you like almost everyone else had seemed to be, he'd been good to you, in his own way, and he'd become your friend...and over time, through good and bad, despite both your insecurities and every difficulty that was thrown your way, Daryl and you had become more than friends. Since then, your relationship had just grown stronger, and by now, you and Daryl had been married for over three years, making you a Dixon, for the good and the bad, and making you Sam's aunt officially...most times, though, after all these years, it almost felt like he was your own kid. You couldn't be happier about the family that you had gotten, and lately Daryl and you had been giving thought to the idea of maybe making the family bigger...it was not something to take lightly, especially for Daryl, and so you both had thought and talked about it long and through. You knew you wanted to have a kid with Daryl, besides Sam, even if you felt a bit nervous about it and how it'd change things, but you hadn't wanted to impose the idea on Daryl. On his side, you knew he liked kids, and he'd fought his insecurities, fears, and memories, in order to come to terms with the fact that he too wanted to have a kid with you. You supposed you both couldn't have agreed on that at a worse moment... now all your plans, dreams, and ideas of future had come to a halt due to the current state of the country...or the whole world, you weren't sure.

It all started almost as just an anecdote on the news, some report about a new virus or sickness, or you didn’t even know what, with some isolated cases popping here and there. Just the next day, the number of cases had grown while nobody seemed to know what sickness was that, and on the next couple of days, the cases seemed to grow exponentially, while there was still no answer to what that sickness was, just some theories here and there. People were worried, even in the small town where you lived, although some said that the sickness would stay in the cities and won’t spread there. People in the cities seemed to think the same, and some had moved to that small town as if fleeing from whatever virus was that. Whether they had brought the sickness with them or if it had arrived by itself, you didn’t know, but the truth was that the day before, some cases of the new illness had started popping out on the town, growing at a pace that was more than worrisome. The mother of Tulip, one of the students that you had since your first year, who was one of your very few friends, was a nurse, and even though she couldn’t speak much about it, she’d told you hushedly how it was nothing like she’d ever seen before, something like out of a horror movie, before she had to rush to the hospital, unable to tell you any advice other than to try to find a place where that virus, of whatever it was, couldn’t reach you. She had been pale, looking haunted and exhausted, dark rings under her eyes, and her look had worried you as much as her words, or even more. You’d been talking about it with Daryl, and you both had decided you’d leave for the woods the next day, a Friday, and stay there the weekend, away from the town and the people, and hopefully, the sickness. The garage owed Daryl free days from when he took long shifts, and so he’d be asking to take them this weekend. If by Monday things weren’t better or were worse, he’d try to get more free days, if you wanted to still camp at the woods, and you could try asking for days at the school too, though you felt a bit bad for leaving the kids. You weren't sure if the school was going to be open for long, though, if the sickness kept going at that rate. Quite a lot of kids hadn’t come to class that day, which you understood, and much less to your class activity, but there were still a few kids there, whose parents couldn’t stop working to go pick them up until late in the afternoon, one of the main reasons why your art activity existed. You didn't know how they would do if you took free days, and you felt a bit guilty, but you knew you had to think about your family too. A couple of hours after your art activity started, you glanced at the clock, anxious and antsy, you couldn’t pinpoint why, but you felt like you couldn’t wait to be out of the school and back home. By now, there were only three kids left, Sam and Tulip, and a little girl that had started school that year, Claudia. As usual, Daryl would come to pick you and Sam up once he was done at the garage. Tulip’s mom would work all night at the hospital, so if when Daryl came Tulip’s dad hadn’t come to pick her up yet, you’d told him you’d take her home with Sam and he could go for her there once he was free. As for Claudia, usually, her parents would have picked her up by now, and their absence was making anxiety grip your gut. If they still hadn’t come when Daryl arrived, you’d try phoning them to check if they were okay and would be there soon…the custodian, the only person who was at the school at that moment besides you and the kids, had to close the school soon after that, and parents knew it. You were worried about everything, your fingers tapping nervously on your desk even if you wanted to appear calm in front of the kids so as not to worry them or even scare them, when you hear the siren of a police car, and then you saw one driving fast down the road, followed by a military truck...this couldn't be good news, and you felt anxiety gripping your stomach even worse...you really didn't know what to do. The kids saw it too, and they looked at you, but you were out of your depth and didn't have answers for them...you tried, though. “I think...I suppose they're going to help at the hospital, with the sick people...” “Mom didn't say anything...” Tulip said. “But I haven't talked with her since last night...” “I hope she has a moment to rest soon, sweetheart,” you told her, but it seemed that the cases of sick people were just growing and growing even in your little town, you didn't know how in less than a couple of days, everything seemed to be going out of hand, enough to call the military there... Sam wasn't saying anything, but you noticed him frowning as he looked out of the window. “Sam?” You called for him, and he kept frowning at the window for a couple of seconds before he spoke. “I thought I saw...nothing...” He muttered, before looking back at the drawing in which he'd been working. You looked at the little girl, Claudia, who was engrossed in her drawing. You chewed on your lip before looking at your clock again, and you decided to approach her. “Sweetheart, did your parents tell you when are they going to pick you up?” You asked, but the little girl shook her head. “Okay...” You didn't know what to do, you were feeling anxious...you hoped Daryl would come soon, you'd rather wait for Claudia's parents with him there, even if it might be silly, but still, it was past time her parents came to pick her up. You had decided that you'd go to the office and phone Claudia's parents, even if you weren't too hopeful on that solving something, when your mobile began ringing from inside your bag. You frowned, and for a second you had the crazy hope that it'd be Claudia's parents, but they'd phone the school, not you...maybe it was Daryl...you hoped that it wouldn't be bad news, or him being late... When you picked up the phone, you saw that it was Tulip's mom calling, not from the hospital but from her own mobile. “Hello?” “Y/N, where are you?” She asked, sounding scared and exhausted, and there was so much noise in the background that you could barely hear anything. “I'm still at the school...” “What?! Is Tulip there?! You have to leave, now! I told you!” “I can't, there's a little girl, her parents-” You tried to explain but she interrupted you. “You have to leave! Things...things are bad, Y/N, I don't understand, I don't know what's happening, I...the sick people, they die, I saw it with my eyes but...but then they're alive again, they're dangerous, they attack people...” “What?” You were trying to understand what she was saying. “I...I'm not crazy, I know what I saw, I...” She stammered and you didn't know what to think...you wanted to believe that she was overworked and so she thought she had seen something that was not, and yet, the cold shiver that ran through you told you otherwise. “I saw a military truck...they'll help...” You said weakly. “Help...Y/N, I don't think they're here to help...you have to leave, you...hey!” Her voice sounded away from the phone now, as if she were talking to somebody else. “Hey, what are you doing?! No! Wait!” You heard some gunshots at the other side of the line and you gasped aloud. “Hello? Hey? Someone?” You called to no avail and you stared at the phone. You were scared, confused, anxious...but you had three kids to watch over...you didn't know what to do, though... “What's happening?” Tulip asked why you kept staring at your phone. “I...I don't know...” Sure, not the most

reassuring answer, but it was true. You didn't know what to do, feeling helpless and scared. Should you just take the kids and go home? But what about Claudia? Their parents wouldn't know where she was, you'd be pretty much kidnapping a student...where were her parents, though... Not knowing what you do, you dialed Tulip's mom number, but she didn't pick up. It was the same when you phoned the hospital. You tried phoning Claudia's parents, but neither of them picked up. Next, you tried phoning the garage where Daryl worked, see if he had some idea of what was happening or what to do, but nobody picked the phone either, and you felt like crying. You dialed Claudia's parents again, but they weren't picking up the phone. You were still waiting to see if somebody answered when Sam called your name and Tulip gasped. “Y/N!” They were looking through the window and when you followed their gaze, you saw a couple of people walking through the street at the outside of the school. They were stumbling seeming out of themselves as if they were sleepwalking, but Tulip's mom had been right, they seemed dead already, and a cold shiver ran across your spine. “I... I think those are sick people...” You said as you looked at them. “Should we help them?” Tulip asked. Yes, usually you'd help a sick person, but in this case... “I...I don't think it's a good idea...” It seem that the people noticed your presence, and they stumbled towards the classroom windows. You were paralyzed as you looked at them, they did look like walking corpses...what was going on... Suddenly, they began banging against the door, not knowing on it as people, just throwing themselves at the window, even trying to bite through it. Tulip, Sam, and you jumped away from the window, scared, while Claudia let out a scream of fear. It seemed to excite those two people, or whatever those were, and they banged the window even harder, while the commotion seemed to attract two other sick people, seemingly coming out of nowhere and throwing themselves at the window too, one of them with a big wound covering its neck...what the hell was going on. Claudia screamed again, rushing to get to your side, holding to you and hiding her face on your shirt, while Sam and Tulip got behind you too, scared eyes fixed on those corpse-like people that were banging the windows so hard you were afraid it'd break. You were paralyzed by fear, but you tried to shake yourself out of it, you had to do something. “We have to leave, come on,” you instructed, trying to sound surer than you were feeling...you didn't know where to go, or how, not with those dangerous people out there, and what if there were more...but you couldn't stay there either, waiting for the window to break... You rushed out of the classroom, the kids holding to your shirt, and down the corridor towards the main door of the school, but you stopped on your tracks when you saw the custodian struggling to keep the door closed, as if more of those sick people were pushing at it like they were doing to the classroom window. “Y/N!” He yelled when he saw you. “Get back to the classroom!” You tried not to let fear paralyze you again, and you turned to look at Sam, who looked at you with scared eyes. “Get everyone into one of the classrooms where the windows face the backyard,” you instructed him. “You ain't coming?” Sam asked you and you shook your head. “I can't, I have to help keep the door close, okay?” “But-” “Sam,” you didn't let him speak. “To the classroom, now!” He looked like he wanted to fight it but finally he nodded, and him, Tulip and Claudia rushed to the classroom while you ran to the front door, helping the custodian to push it closed. “I told you to go to the classroom!” The custodian said but you ignored him. “What is going on?!” You asked but he just shook his head. You both struggled to keep the door closed, the people at the other side kept relentlessly pushing it, they didn't seem to tire no matter what, while you could feel yours and the custodian efforts growing weaker. At some point, neither of you could keep the door closed anymore, and as soon as a little breach was opened at the door, a few arms reached through it, trying to grab you both, before they managed to push the door open enough for you to see a small group of those corpse-looking people throwing themselves at the door, pushing each other against it as they tried to get inside through the breach. You and the custodian tried to push the door close again, but it was too late, and two of those people threw themselves at you both. You screamed, scared, jumping back, while the custodian moved in front of you, and so those two people, monsters, or whatever theywere, threw themselves at him instead of you, bitting him as they fell to the ground, ripping pieces of skin and meat as he screamed. You stared at it in horror, unable to even scream, while another two of those people tried getting through the door too, one of them Claudia's mother, who seemed pretty much dead but walking even though her throat seemed torn open...maybe she had been attacked on her way to pick Claudia, maybe right there in front of the door while you didn't know it... You were paralyzed in fear but instinct kicked in, making you run away from them down the corridor, not knowing what to do, but you spotted Sam at the door of one of the classrooms. “Y/N! In here!” He called for you and you rushed into the classroom, pushing Sam inside, and slammed the door closed. “Help me block the door!” You said as you began pushing a table against the door, and the kids rushed to do the same, while you also placed chairs on top of the tables for good measure, trying to have as much weight against the door as possible. “What's going on?” Tulip asked while the three kids looked at you with scared eyes. Claudia was crying silently, and you tried not to think on her mother out there, turned into one of those monsters, you couldn't tell her. “I...I don't know...” You said helplessly as you barely managed to stop yourself from just crying. “But those sick people are dangerous, they'd attack us and hurt us if they see us,” you explained. “Would they kill us?” Sam asked and you didn't want to scare the kids anymore but they needed to know, and so you nodded. “What do we do?” The kids were looking at you as if you could help them, as if you had answers, but you didn't, you were just as scared as them, feeling helpless and like crying, but you had to do something, even if you didn't know what. “I'm going to try calling for help,” you said, taking your phone. You dialed the police, but nobody picked up, neither the hospital, nor Daryl...you kept phoning every number you had, but nobody was picking up... “Nothing?” Tulip asked and you shook your head, you didn't think you could hold your tears any longer. At that moment, the door of the classroom started to bang against the doors that blocked it, as if those monsters were pushing at it. The kids and you yelped, startled, which just seemed to make it worse, as those things pushed the door even harder. “We have to get out of here...” You said even if you were still in despair. “The window!” Sam pointed and you nodded. “Yes!” You could get to the yard through it, and hope that the back door of the school fence was not locked, you couldn't go to the front door...or maybe if all that sick people had gotten into the school, the yard to the front door might be free too...maybe it was too much risk... The door of the classroom kept being relentlessly pushed and you knew you had to leave, you'd deal with the doors once you got there. “Come on...” You rushed to open the window, and you were about to help Claudia out when you realized you better checked there were no monsters outside that could get her. There was nobody in front, but when you looked out of the window, you saw two of those people to the right...the door was to the left, though...but maybe there were more of them that you couldn't see? What other option did you have then... As soon as the monsters saw you looking out of the window, they began making they were to you, growling. They were slower than you had first realized...could you and the kids outrun them on your way to the door? Maybe...but not if there were more of them coming from everywhere...but you hadn't seen any others... What would be worse, try to outrun them outside or stay in that classroom, phoning for help, hoping to contact someone who could help before the door gave in. The monsters were still pushing the door, which threatened to open even if Sam and Tulip were pushing the tables against the door too when they noticed it. “There are two of the sick people outside, but they move slow,” you explained. “I think maybe we can run to the door before they grab us.” “No...” Claudia was looking through the window now, before she looked at you, frightened and shaking her head. “No, no.” You got it, but you didn't know what else to do. “Sweetheart, we're trapped in here, we can't keep the door closed forever, we-” You stopped what you were saying when you heard some noises from outside, it sounded like things falling, doors being opened...could those monsters do that? Before you could wonder or panic about it, the hitting noises reached your door, as if something were falling against it, and you rushed to push the tables against it, helped by the kids. “Y/N?! The fuck are ya?!” You gasped aloud...Daryl....that was his voice, Daryl was there? Had he come to help Sam and you? But what about those monsters outside, weren't they attacking him? “Kid?!” Merle? Wasn't he in jail, yet again? “Y/N here!” Sam answered while you were still in shock, and the door was pushed against the tables again. “Open the fuckin' door!” Yes...yes, that was Merle, somehow. “Wait!” You said before you and the kids

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Hunting for Trouble

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639 words.

A Daryl Dixon x Reader Oneshot.

Updated on the 15th of November ‘23.

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Daryl brushed his hands across your shoulders and reaching over, he pulled your right hand into position. “Just like that”. He whispered. You shuddered as you felt his breath against your neck. “Now focus”. Daryl whispered again, pointing the bow towards a stray deer. It was almost impossible to focus with how close he was to you and without thinking you took a deep breath, closed your eyes and let go of the arrow. You opened your eyes to see the once lively deer, lying on the crisp ground. You let out a breathy laugh in surprise. Daryl’s hand traced it’s way back up your arm, stopping at your shoulders. “Damn”. He laughed in response. You felt yourself relax into his touch as your breathing became shakier. The silence was deafening and Daryl picked up on how close he was behind you. He pressed himself up closer and whispered in your ear “Well done, Doll”.

You quickly melted into him more that you thought was possible when he started to move his hands over your body. With his head rested on your shoulder he carefully moved one of his hands up your t-shirt and the other, resting over your heat. You turned your head to look at his face. “Are we really going to do this, here?” Daryl smirked at you before cupping your breast and starting to unzip your jeans. He slid his rough hand down your underwear and inserted a finger inside of you. While pinching your nipple he started to pump his finger faster and faster before adding another. He pressed you even closer to him and you felt his bulge against your ass. “Daryl”. You moaned tilting your head back. He moved his fingers out of you to work on your clit. Moving in circles, switching between fast and slow. You felt his dick harden more against you and you were desperate for it. That’s what pushed you over the edge. As you came in his hand, he held you up so that your legs didn’t collapse.

“I need you”. You moaned, turning around and unzipping his trousers before pulling them and his boxers down together. His dick sprang up and you grabbed a hold of it looking up at him hungrily. He grabbed your head and started stroking your hair, giving you the ok. You licked the tip of his cock before kissing it and licking it again, this time licking a line on the underside. You took in the first few inches and swirled your tongue around it before going deeper and deeper, making eye contact with him. Rolling his head back, he throat fucked you until, eventually, you felt his warm cum fill your mouth.

“Good girl”. He groaned as you swallowed. He guided you back up and over towards the back of the truck, laying you down. He pulled your jeans off and placed himself in between your legs before thrusting into you as hard as he could. You screamed out in pain and pleasure. “Shh, doll”. Daryl covered your mouth as he continued to hit your g spot repeatedly. You whimpered under him as one of his hands covered your mouth and with the other he had pinned both your arms above your head. “I’m almost there”. He growled into your neck, to which he then removed his restraint against you so that you could hold on to him. “I’m gonna cum”. You moaned breathlessly. Your nails scratched down his back as you reached your high. At the same time Daryl spilled into you, shouting your name.

He slowly pulled out of you, lying next to you and you rested your head on his chest. “I love you”. You said gazing up at him. He locked eyes with you and a smile grew on his face. “I love you, y/n”.

--- tenderly feral.

summary: you’re used to being alone. daryl, somehow, changes that. rating: t for violence, references to murder/assault/loss, s5 spoilers, if that matters. word count: 3.7k a/n: this is set mid-season 5. right before alexandria. listen, i know, i’m catching up, okay???? anyways, i wrote for daryl when i was literally in high-school and i think this is very fitting. it all comes full circle. this will, no doubt, be a series. ✘ next chapter. ✘

You’re quiet. Mean lookin’ and awfully quiet.

Daryl Dixon reasons you’re a little bit like a feral cat - used to bein’ outdoors and used to bein’ mean, mean as can be. You’re not used to havin’ others around. It shows.

You don’t trust easy.

And that’s fine, because neither does he.

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Keep Carrying On

Really silly request, but what about a (sort of) one-side Daryl/reader? Like Daryl gets a crush on this survivor who's found wandering around Alexandria and is brought in to heal up. After her full recovery she starts saying she need to leave. More than once Daryl asks her to stay, but she replies she needs to search for her family, because she's eaten up by guilt to not know if they're still alive. (It's not that she doesn't like him, but she has this delusional urge to know) - anon

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Daryl saw you first when Michonne brought you into Alexandria. You looked exhausted, one arm over Michonne’s shoulder as she helped you to walk. Michonne had you bag over her other shoulder, the only thing you were carrying was compound bow and a handful of arrows. You were limping, and your feet were dragging, you were trying to speak but the words were stuttering and and faint.

Michonne yelled for help and Daryl and a few others immediately rushed to your aid. “She’s dehydrated, probably starving - but she’s not been bitten. Someone tell Deanna that I’ve brought her in. I’ll take her things, someone get her to Denise, she’s not going to stay standing much longer”

Daryl nodded and went to support you, but as soon as he took a step, you lost consciousness and began to fall. Daryl caught you instantly, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to Denise for medical attention.

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Wherever Loyalty Lies

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Ship: Daryl Dixon/Reader (with a hint of Negan/Reader)

Word Count: 4.9k

AO3 link

Description: “When Rick’s group abandons you after you’re hurt, Negan’s men find you in the woods and take you back to The Sanctuary. Negan takes a very special interest in you. You're more or less his favorite. How do you adapt to this new life while still trying to make sense of your past one? What happens when you come face to face with your family that left you all alone?”

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“Rick!” you cry out in pain and grasp at your side, trying to find and apply pressure to where the bullet ripped into your skin. “Daryl! Glenn!” You call desperately, crawling towards where you last saw your group disappear into the trees in an attempt to flee the massive herd of walkers right behind you. You finally find the wound and squeeze, flinching at the pain it causes.

Glenn didn’t mean to hit you, he really didn’t. It was a normal supply run. Until it wasn’t. You were all out gathering provisions and trying to find food to supplement Alexandria’s ever-dwindling supply. When you heard the groans, you all thought that you could take them because there weren’t too many walkers. Nothing you hadn’t taken out before. Unfortunately though, those initial walkers were only a small taste of what was to come. Once the real body of the hoard appeared from the trees, it became evident that there was no fighting them, their numbers were overwhelming. Daryl nailed a few in the head while Rick and Glenn shot at anything too close for comfort.

As you were all running away from the growing threat, you tripped on your own feet, stumbling and letting out a yelp in surprise. Glenn could only assume you were being attacked, so he whipped around and fired, striking you right below your ribcage. You were in too much of a daze to see what happened next, beyond your supposed family completely ditching you in favor of the shelter of trees.

A groan snaps you back to reality, although you’re unsure if it came from you or the walker right behind you.

“Shit” You mutter under your breath, attempting to stand up to find safety. After a grueling five seconds, you hobble to the dilapidated gas station that rests beside you. You hope that maybe if you can find the bathrooms, you can wait it out and try to find your way back to Alexandria and ask what the fuck happened. Within seconds, you find them and slam the door shut, collapsing down behind it.

You hiss in pain as you begin to examine the damage done. Realizing the bleeding must be stopped if you want to survive another night, you slowly reach up and start unhooking your arms from your favorite sports bra. You shimmy it down your abdomen, in hopes that the pressure it provides is enough to tide you over until the hoard clears. You remind yourself, your chances of coming out of this alive are highest if you stay awake, but you can’t seem to help your eyelids drifting shut.

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