The next morning, Y/N exits the RV where Dale graciously let her sleep. She thanks him again on her way out.
She sees Rick having a tense conversation with his wife so she stays back. Shane pulls up in a truck. "Waters here! Just remember to boil before use."
She walks up to get some but stops when she hears screaming. Half the group drops everything and runs in the direction of the noise.
They run down the hill to find the young children of the group. They are crying and pointing. Y/N looks over to see a walker, bent over a deer corpse, eating it.
Rick, Morales, Glenn, Shane, Dale, and a man named Jim, all grab tools and start to beat up the walker. Y/N covers her mouth as Dale chops the head clean off with an axe.
He looks at the others. "It's the first one we've had up here. They never come this far up the mountain."
Jim nods. "They're running out of food in the city, that's what."
A twig snaps in the distance and everyone lifts their weapons. Y/N puts her hand on her gun but doesn't pull it out.
Suddenly a man holding a crossbow comes out from the trees and groans at the sight of the dead animal. "Son of a bitch! That's my deer! All gnawed on by this... filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard!" With each world, he kicks the dead walker body.
Dale holds his arm out. "Calm down, son. That's not helping."
He scoffs. "What do you know about it, old man? Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to "on golden pond"? I've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison. What do you think? Do you think we can cut around this chewed up part right here?"
Shane shakes his head. "I would not risk that."
Y/N takes a step further from the growing group of people. She assumes that this man is the infamous Daryl.
"That's a damn shame. I got some squirrel... about a dozen or so. That'll have to do." He says.
Suddenly the walker head snaps it's jaws and Daryl groans. "Cmon people, what the hell? It's gotta be the brain." He shoots a crossbow arrow into its eye, finally killing it.
He throws his crossbow over his shoulder and hikes up the hill. The group trails behind him.
"Merle! Merle! Get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrel! Let's stew 'em up."
Shane walks ahead and tries to slow down the redneck man. "Daryl, just slow up a bit. I need to talk to you."
"About what?"
"About Merle. There was a... There was a problem in Atlanta."
Daryl stops walking and the group around him backs off slightly.
"He dead?"
Shane sighs. "We're not sure."
Daryl scoffs. "He either is or he ain't!"
Rick takes a sudden step forward. "No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it."
"Who are you?"
"Rick Grimes."
The redneck mocks him. "Rick grimes, you got something you want to tell me?"
Rick sighs. "Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there."
Daryl rubs his eyes. "Hold on. Let me process this. You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?!"
Rick nods. "Yeah."
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Sheriff's Lover ||| Rick Grimes x Reader (TWD x Reader)
Fanfiction32 year-old Y/N was all alone on the streets of Atlanta when a man in a sheriffs uniform trots down the road on top of a horse. She decides to join him on his journey to find his family because she doesn't want to be left behind. The two run into a...
