Y/N runs past the other W's without any issue.
None of them even pass her a second glance.
She hears the shouting. The gunfire. She feels dizzy as she passes the mutilated bodies in the street.
Suddenly she hears a gun cock. She turns around but catches a glimpse of silver-grey hair under a hood.
"Carol."
The woman lowers her gun. "Y/N? What the hell are you doing? I told you to stay with the kids." She's also wearing a disguise.
"They're okay. I needed to find the others."
She sighs, nodding. "I need to get to the armory."
"Morgan is already on his way. Meet him there."
The two spare each other a final glance before continuing on their way.
Y/N spots a man in the distance. He is kneeling over someone, knife in hand.
She realizes that the man about to catch a knife to the head, is Gabriel. She sighs, rushing forward, slicing her sword through the air.
The man turns, sensing someone behind him and ducks. He tries to stab her but she connects her sword with his neck, nearly cutting his head right off.
She suddenly gets a flashback to the prison. The governor. Hershel.
She shakes her head, clearing her mind as she reaches her arm down to the cowering priest, on the concrete.
He takes it, standing. "Thank you."
She rolls her eyes, leaving him standing in the middle of the road.
He betrayed them. He tried getting the whole group exiled. He can't be trusted. And yet, she still saved him.
Y/N keeps searching for her group when she hears a voice from behind her.
"Y/N?"
She turns around to find Maggie, standing in a gap between two houses.
"Maggie, thank god. Where are the others?"
They hide from the direct view of the street. "I don't know." Maggie replies.
"Rosita? Aaron? Tara?"
"I don't know."
"Okay. Cmon, we have to find them."
Maggie goes to say something when more gunfire erupts from just a few houses over. The two women quickly sneak behind the homes, finding the makers of the noise.
Aaron and Rosita.
Their faces are instantly relieved.
"Eugene and Tara?" Maggie asks.
"They're in medical. They're okay." Rosita says.
"And Deanna?" Y/N asks.
"Safe." Aaron replies.
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As quickly as it started, the nightmare is over.
Whatever was left of the attackers, fled through the open gate of the community.
The group split up. Rosita and Maggie go to check on their friends in medical.
Y/N goes with Aaron to check the streets, making sure none of the dead bodies turn.
The site of the neighborhood is awful. Patches of grass, burnt to a crisp. Windows shattered. Bodies scattered. Blood everywhere.
"I'll get this one." Aaron tells her.
He slams his knife into the skull of the body before freezing.
"What's wrong?"
Aaron pushes the body aside to reveal a backpack.
Not just any backpack. His own. He opens the pouch to reveal a small envelope. Inside, are pictures. His pictures.
"Oh god." He says, sliding his back alongside the brick staircase.
She sits down next to him.
"It's all my fault." He whispers. "They found my bag. They found the pictures. That's how they got here."
Y/N shakes her head. "No. Hey. Listen to me. This isn't your fault. Okay? It was bound to happen eventually."
He nods, wiping away a stray tear. Y/N wraps her arm around his shoulders.
"It's not your fault." She repeats again.
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"Carl? Carl?"
"Up here."
Y/N walks upstairs to find Carl sitting next to Judith's crib. He's holding a small piece of paper.
When she walks in the room, he stands, wrapping her in a tight hug, not seeming to mind the fact that she's covered in blood.
"I'm glad you didn't get yourself killed." He says.
"Me too."
After a moment he pulls away.
Y/N glances down at a sleeping Judith, before looking at Carl again.
"Enid. She left."
Y/N nods slowly. She remembers seeing a teen girl around the community in the past few weeks.
"I'm sorry." She says.
He shrugs. "She'll be back. Probably."
Y/N eyes the words on the paper.
Just survive somehow.
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"The town was overrun."
Y/N runs a hand through her dirty hair.
Michonne, Heath, and a few others are back at Alexandria.
Rick, Daryl, Sasha, Abe, and Glenn are not.
"He split off. He had this idea that if he lit a fire, it would stop the walkers from coming here. I tried to go instead. I wanted to. The fire never got lit. We had to keep going. I'm sorry."
Y/N feels weak in her knees. She starts to collapse but Rosita, who was standing next to her, helps her up.
Her husband. The love of her life. The father of her growing baby.
He may be dead.
Michonne continues. "He said if he got stuck, he would find a way to send us a signal."
Before anyone else can speak, a voice shouts from outside the walls.
"Open the gate! Open the gate now!"
It's Rick.
Y/N and Michonne don't hesitate to run to the gate. The two pull it open and are met with a terrifying scene.
Rick is running towards them. Behind him, is a massive hoard of walkers.
He makes it inside and they shut the gate, just before the walkers reach them.
Their hands stick through, barely visible behind the mesh of the second gate.
They bang against the metal walls. Others gather.
Rick speaks to them. "You can hear them. Some of you saw them. They got back here. Half of them. Still enough to surround us 20 deep."
He pauses. "Look I know you're scared. You haven't seen anything like this. You haven't been through anything like this. But we're safe for now. The panel the truck hit seems intact."
He wipes his forehead. "We reinforced it just in case. Either way, the walls gonna hold together. Can you?"
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Destruction ||| Glenn Rhee x Reader (TWD X Reader)
Fanfictionde·struc·tion the action or process of causing so much damage to something that it no longer exists or cannot be repaired. -------------------------- When the apocalypse started, college-student Y/N was on vacation in Atlanta with her family. When...
