The Walking Dead Preferences

How You Met

Daryl : It was a normal day. Well, as normal as it gets in the apocalypse. You were alone in the forest. You had been alone for a while. It was hard without a group, but you made do. After all, people were not to be trusted unlike the dead.
You had suddenly spotted a buck. Living, and breathing, no bites. You grabbed your gun and held it out beginning to aim. Suddenly, an arrow flew past you and the buck, hurting the tree in front of you. The sudden arrow scaring the buck, making it take off running. With a frustrated sigh, you put your gun back in your holster. You walked over to the mysterious arrow and tugged it out from the tree trunk. "Hey! That's my arrow!" You heard someone shout startling you. You quickly turned about to pull your gun out again but stopped seeing a loaded crossbow pointed at you. You looked to see the man holding the crossbow, leather vest, long sweaty dark brown hair. "Give me my arrow back," he said in his low gruff voice. "My arrow now asshole, since you cost me a meal," you snapped narrowing your eyes at him. He glared back at you before speaking again, "you got a group?" he asked. You shook your head. "Nah, but that doesn't mean I can't take you," you said sternly. "Easy princess, I was just askin'" he said putting a hand up.
"Princess? I'll have you know asshole-"
"How many walkers you killed?" He asked, cutting you off. You raised a brow at his question.
"What?" you asked. "You heard me," he said.
"Too many to count..." you answered.
"How many people you killed?"
"What's the point of this?"
"Just answer me"
"One"
"Why?"
"They were trying to kill me."
He threw his crossbow over his shoulder and began walking away. "Come on, I've got a group. Follow me." He said. "Hang on a minute! What makes you think I'm going with you? I don't even know your name!" You called to him. He stopped walking and turned slightly. "Daryl, Daryl Dixon."

Carl : You were Hershel's neighbor, on the ranch over. After the outbreak, your family was killed and you stayed with the Greene's. After Carl's surgery, Lori asked you to stay with Carl while she had to go help Rick. You sat beside Carl, watching him sleep. Every breath he took, making sure he didn't stop. Suddenly he jolted awake, making you jump. He began gasping for air. You ran to his side and put a hand on his cheek. "Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. You're okay. You're fine Carl." You whispered to him in a soothing tone. He looked up at you, still breathing rapidly but had calmed down a bit. "Who-who are you?" He asked hoarsely.
"My names (Y/N), I'll go get your mom and Hershel," you said softly standing up straight and walking to the door.
"Wait...don't go. Don't leave me alone," he said. You stopped, your fingers barely touching the door knob. You turned around and looked at Carl, and how scared he looked. "I won't Carl," you said with a small smile. You asked Maggie to go get them, and waited standing by Carl's side.

Rick : You and your friend were looking for a place to spend the night. The sun was beginning to go down. Thankfully though, you came across a gated prison yard. The entrance was locked though. "I'll climb the fence and open it from the other side while you watch my back," you said to (Y/F/N). They nodded in agreement and held their gun out as you began climbing the tall fence. You made it to the top pretty quickly and were about to begin making your way down, when you heard someone shout, "Hey!" They shot at you, luckily missing you, but the shot startled you enough to make you fall off the fence. "(Y/N)!" (Y/F/N) shouted, but you blacked out. The last thing you seeing a pair of cowboy boots running in your direction.
You woke up in a small prison cell on a small cot.
You looked over seeing (Y/F/N) sitting next to you. "Your awake! Thank god..." they sighed with relief. You nodded and slowly tried to sit up, slightly cringing in pain. You had a few bandages around your head. Then looking under your blanket you also had bandages wrapped around your ankle. Suddenly the cell door was unlocked and opened, two men walking in. One was older with a long white beard and a missing leg. The second was younger, seemed to be a cop of some kind, brown slightly wavy hair and a much shorter beard. "Glad you're doing okay, you hit your head pretty hard, and sprained your ankle," the older man said stepping forward and inspecting your head and then your foot. He then looked back up to you. "My names Hershel, and this is Rick," he said motioning to the cop. "We have a few questions to ask you. For starters, can you tell me your names?" Rick asked.
"I'm (Y/N)"
"And I'm (Y/F/N)" you both answered.
"Nice to meet you both," Rick said and sending you a small smile, making you smile back.