Authorâs note: aight DAMN I wasnât expecting to get all of those notes, it made me so happy, you have no idea! I wanna thank crossbowking/Jess for helping me out and being so nice to me, she was the one that convinced me to post my story. I already love this community so much! Also, hit me up if you find any mistakes, English isnât my first language!
Warnings: violence, deaths, language and twd stuff you may already know.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader.
Pronouns of y/n: she/her.
Back in Alexandria, when Aaron would go out with Eric instead of me, I helped Deanna with some things regarding the gates, the overall safety of the place and runs for supplies. This happened when I got lucky, because other times I either had to be a babysitter for the Anderson family, whenever there was a fight between the parents of the kids, or control Enid, who had a strong passion to put herself in danger. Even if I absolutely hated kids and it was extremely boring having to deal with them, I would have given anything, even my soul, to be with them rather than having my ass sat down on the hard floor of the barn, with a painful bump on my head.
My partner, once again, had an amazing idea: showing up with a bright smile to the survivors, after they went through one hell of a night. Once Maggie and Sasha, the ones we introduced to, brought us in, the faces of the group made clear from the very first moment that they werenât fucking around and would kill us instantly if they felt like it. We put our hands up as a sign of peace and then Aaron began his little speech about Alexandria, meanwhile I was trying to understand their thoughts and the possible outcomes of the situation, silently watching their reactions at the opportunities we were supposedly giving them. I donât remember what were the magical words he spoke that broke the leader because what came after was more memorable. As Aaron fell to the ground for a well-deserved punch from Rick, my arms fell down and I let a defeated âOh man, câmon-â come out, to then get knocked out too.
And there we were, listening to the bickering of the group on what was the right thing to do. In that chaotic mess, there was one guy that caught my attention, the only one that remained silent the whole time, going back and forth and looking at us with an unreadable stare, ready for the kill with his crossbow if anyone showed the slightest sign to do it. I had to guess he was the one to put me down, because I remember vividly that he wasnât in my frame when I fell to the ground. I also remember thinking âGod, what an asshole!â But then again, if I were them, I wouldâve done worse. A girl, Michonne, decided to see herself if any of what Aaron was saying was the truth, so we had to split up. I had to get them to the cars, the ones which the two of us and Eric planned to bring them home, while he had to stay there with Rick until everything was clear.
On the road I talked to the small group that was escorting me, they werenât bad, they were just extremely careful on who to trust. âSo,â began the guy on my side âWe havenât introduced yet, Iâm Glenn.â He smiled waiting for me to do the same. I havenât talked once in those few hours, so when I spoke up it felt strange âIâm Y/N.â Maggie, Abraham, Rosita and Michonne followed his lead presenting themselves, but not with the same spirit. They were all mistrustful and uneasy at the idea to get in a trap, I didnât feel like saying anything, I didnât even try because I knew that it wouldnât change the mood of any of us. However, every once in a while, Glenn would make it better making some jokes. I liked him a lot, I could already feel that we would get along just fine. I couldnât say the same about the other four, though. I was never able to read people, I didnât have any type of social skill, so I always tried to mind my own business. âFor how long have you lived in Alexandria?â Maggieâs accent was pretty strong, âItâs only been a couple of months.â And obviously, having zero knowledge on how to approach to other humans, I was pretty shit at speaking with them too. I perceived the tension growing once more, they probably felt it too as they didnât try to talk with me anymore and, my God, I was so glad for it.
Finally, we reached the cars, we drove them back and I got to my partner side again. The little fight they were having before going out, began again. I wasnât paying attention until I heard a grave new voice. âI donât know man, this barn smells like shitâŠâ it was the crossbow guy, sitting far away from the rest of his friends, looking in our direction but not directly at us. I could feel Aaronâs tense shoulder finally relax, a sign of hope. âWe are going out at night.â I still could not understand why they were the only ones making decisions, they were all nonsense and would probably lead us to death. We got divided again and I could feel the same storm of the night before growing in my stomach, being away from the only people I knew made me feel nauseous, but I swallowed my anxiety down for the missionâs sake. This time I was being followed by everyone else but Rick, Glenn and Michonne. I could feel eyes all over me, especially the long-haired guy that was particularly stressing me out, but the events that led us to the Water Tower were ever more stressful.
When we reached Eric, it was a couple of minutes before he got his ankle broken trying to run away from walkers, I took the flare gun given us by Deanna for emergency cases and shot the single ammunition it had. Aaron came soon after, he rushed in the room where his lover was laying and almost had a breakdown at the sight, their love was something I deeply envied, but I was always happy to be around them. Being the whole day too much for me, I left them some privacy to recollect myself outside. I sat on the hard concrete, reached for a cigarette in my backpack and groaned when I couldnât find any matches or lighters. Someone behind me, whose steps I couldnât hear, cleared their voice and offered me one. I turned and that was our real first encounter âIâm sorry for knocking you out.â It almost sounded like a whisper and combined with his stealth approach, he officially gained the nickname of ninja. Maybe it was the relief of finally being somewhat safe again that made me giggle, âOh, so it was you!â The image is still fresh in my mind, he looked exhausted and extremely guilty as I put some emphasis on âwasâ, he couldnât even look at me in my eyes while he nodded, however, I still remember the pretty shade of blue his eyes had. I grabbed the lighter and lit up my cigarette, âItâs fine, I understand why you did it, no hard feelings.â I passed it to him again and with another nod he left me alone.
After another sleepless night, we made our return to the Safe-Zone.