The Walking Dead Preferences & Imagines

How You Meet

Rick: You were wandering around Atlanta when it all began. You had been visiting family, and got trapped in your hotel when the outbreak came. When the roads looked clear enough, you decided to make a break for it, not having anywhere to go really in mind. Out on the streets, you noticed several walkers but they didn't notice you - that was until some idiot with a sheriffs hat on a horse bounds in, drawing all their attention. You look for the nearest place to seek refuge and its an army tank. You crawl under it and find a way in, safe from all the flesh eating monsters. Not long after that you hear the hatch beginning to open and panic. In comes the dumb ass with the sheriff hat that got you into this mess. He closes the hatch breathlessly, and looks over at you.

"I'm Rick. Rick Grimes. Sorry I got us into this mess." He says in between breaths.

"I'm y/n. We're gonna get out of this Officer Grimes." You say with a smile.

He returns the smile and says, "it's nice to meet, y/n and I don't intend on dying in here with you today."

Carl: You knew Carl from a young age. Shane Walsh was your uncle, and he had you around pretty much 24/7. And Shane was also around Carl's family 24/7, so you spent all your time with Carl. When the apocalypse broke loose, Shane rescued you, but it was too late for him to save your parents, his sister and brother-in-law. At camp you and Carl continued to spend all your time together, almost always unsupervised by the great parenting adults, Lori Grimes and Shane Walsh.

Glen: Glen had delivered a pizza to your house the night before the apocalypse started. You two hit it off, you gave him a nice tip, which included your phone number. When all hell broke loose, Glen was delivering pizzas, and happened to be just a few doors down from you. He recognized your apartment complex, and rescued you. Eventually you two found a camp with more survivors.

Daryl: You were rummaging through a crappy old store that used to sell guns and ammunition. It was pretty much already picked clean. You found a few boxes of ammo that wouldn't fit in your gun but took it anyway. You continued to look around when you heard shuffling. You had secured the front door but forget to block off the back door. In came a tall man, wearing a sleeveless flannel shirt with a leather vest. He was dirty but undeniably attractive. But that didn't stop you from pointing your bullet-less gun at him. He didn't need to know you didn't have any ammunition.

He just shot you a smirk which made you scowl.

"Next time, when you're pointing a gun at some one, you may want to turn the safety off, darlin'" He said with a smooth southern accent.

You sighed, putting your gun back in its holster. "Who are you anyways?"

"Names Dixon. Daryl Dixon. You?"

"Y/n" you responded.

"Nice to meet you y/n, maybe someday I can teach you a few things 'bout that gun of yours."

Shane: You and Shane had been on the force together. After rescuing Lori and Carl, he went out looking for you. You weren't at the station or your home so he assumed the worst. You had been on your own for awhile, just searching for a place to stay when you stumbled upon a quarry. It looked like a nice enough place to stay. You cocked your gun when you heard someone approaching. You lowered it and let out a cry when you saw Shane and Carl approaching you. You ran with open arms to him, jumping into a hug. You reunion was full of hugs and tears.

Merle: You met Merle with his hand cut off. He had lost a lot of blood, but was still cracking off sexual jokes that were a bit off putting. You had a soft spot for him though. You saw through his hardened exterior, and knew there was more to him then the cruel words that let his mouth - that he claimed to be jokes. Quite often he called you sugar tits, which pissed you off, until it became so familiar you almost responded to it like your own name - which pissed you off on a whole new level.