Immortal ||| The Walking Dead One Shots

Store | D.D

"Daryl. Daryl. Daryl!"

Y/N trails behind the man as he walks to the edge of the prison to retrieve his bike.

"I swear to god, Dixon if you don't-"

He turns around to face her, scowl on his face. "What do you want?"

She sighs. "I wanted to go on the run with you."

He stares at her. "No." He turns and mounts the bike.

"I don't care what you say, I'm going." She says, adjusting the straps of her bag.

He groans as she sits behind him on the bike. "Fine," He huffs. "just don't expect me to save you."

She rolls her eyes as he starts the engine. "I don't need saving."

"Mhm."
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Y/N taps the glass window of the store front.

She puts her ear against the murky glass and listens. "I think it's clear."

He nods slightly and pushes open the front door, causing the little bell to jingle.

She grabs her knife and follows in behind him. The store is dark so she pulls out a flashlight. She flicks it on and searches down the aisles.

They split up. She goes down the canned food section and grimaces. The only ones left are sweet corn and kidney beans. She crouches and hesitantly grabs the four cans, shoving them in her bag.

She hears the door jingle again and pauses. She nearly calls out for Daryl but doesn't. Why would he leave without saying anything? He wouldn't.

Someone else is in the store.

She quietly flicks the flashlight off and grips her knife tighter.

Footsteps can be heard getting closer and Y/N bites her lip. The person is coming straight for her aisle.

She lowers her body even closer to the cool tile floor. She slowly peaks her head around the rack and sees two men carrying large guns, standing guard.

She's trapped. Either she leaves the aisle and risks being seen by the two men, or she stays there and gets shot by another.

Where is Daryl?

She holds her breath as the boots clomp closer.

Finally, the man turns into the aisle and spots her, hunched on the ground with her knife in hand.

He quickly aims his gun at her and calls out. "Hey! Someone's here."

The other two men hurry over and the three walk closer, standing over her.

"Cute little thing." One man says, licking his lips.

She swallows and backs up the tiniest bit.

"What are you doing in here all alone?" The first man says, gun still aimed at her.

She doesn't say anything.

The third man grabs her by the arm and yanks her up causing her to yelp in surprise. "My friend asked you a question."

She spits in his face and he huffs out a laugh as he wipes her saliva away. "Looks like we need to teach this little bitch a lesson." He says, using his other hand to wrap around her throat.

Suddenly a clicking noise is heard and an arrow goes flying straight into the man's eye.

He lets go of Y/N and falls to the floor. The other two men turn around to face the person who just killed one of their guys.

It's Daryl.

Y/N takes this opportunity while they're distracted to lunge for one of the men, tackling him to the ground. His gun falls in the process and he turns to look at it, giving her the perfect moment to slip her knife into his neck.

Daryl dodges a rain of bullets from the final man's gun and fires one more arrow into the man's chest. He falls to his knees and coughs out blood, before laying down, dead.

Y/N slides to the floor, hand on her throat where the man grabbed her. Daryl walks over to her and crouches down.

He gently reaches for her hand, pulling it away from her throat and looking at the damage. The man's hand left a mark, which is turning slightly purple.

She huffs and slumps against the aisle. "Guess I did need saving after all."

He sighs and leans against the aisle next to her.

There's a moment of silence and she turns to face him. "Thank you."

He glances at her and nods slightly.

"We should probably be heading back." Y/N says.

He grunts. "Ain't nowhere we gotta be."

She smiles and grabs her pack, pulling out a can.

"Wanna share?" She shows him the corn and he huffs.

"I've got something better." He reaches into his own bag and pulls out a bottle of vodka. She laughs.

"Definitely better."
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