Norman Reedus Imagines

Choose (1) (Daryl)

Side note: So, shoutout to my Mom for giving me this detailed idea she had.
I thought it was too good not to write so props to her for the idea!
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- Imagine: Daryl's confronted by Negan and the saviors. He's ready to fight, but that changes when he sees the one's he cares most about in this world under the hand of Negan.

-Daryl's POV-

Aaron said it wasn't a good idea, he said it would get us killed. The way things were, before the wolves attacked, it was different. We would be out there seeing if there was anyone in need of a helping hand. Everyone was against going back out in search of others, everyone but me.

Each step I took with precaution, the thick woods surrounding Alexandria made it incredibly easy for walkers to be nearly invisible to the naked eye. The only available light source streamed through the tree tops above, making it all the more difficult to see where I was going. With my crossbow in grasp, tilted to the ground, I distanced myself more and more from home.

It was calm and quiet way out here, making it all the more dangerous. Stopping in my tracks, I heard a noise and lifted my crossbow. Shifting my stance to get a good grip on the situation, I surveyed the area seeing nothing worth worrying about. All of a sudden I was knocked to the ground by a blunt force, causing my crossbow to escape my grasp and skid off to the side. I flipped over on the ground and had my eyes wide open for whatever it was that pushed me down. I saw a girl with untamed hair, and slightly torn clothing stand before me. Her eyes were wide, as if she had just seen a ghost. Everything about her seemed off.

I started to stand up slowly, never peeling my eyes away from her. Knowing what people are capable of nowadays, it's necessary to keep a close watch. She looked behind her frantically, as if she expected someone to rush up behind her. I grabbed my crossbow that was tossed to the side, but kept my guard down. We stared at each other for a moment, caught in a daze, not sure of what to say. I cleared my throat and she immediately snapped back to reality.

"How many walkers you've killed?" I asked. She paused and calmed herself down from the panic she was in.

"Enough." She said with a raspy tone, it sounded as though she hadn't as something to drink in days.

"How many people you kill?" Again, she paused. Almost as if she had to remember.

"None." She said focusing on anything but making eye contact.

"Why?" As I said this, she slowly looked back to me and centered in on my eyes.

Just as she was about to speak, there was a loud crash off in the deeper part of the woods. She went from calm and collected to skittish and scared within seconds.

"Please help me, I-I don't have much, but I can make up for it, I'm good for it, I promise." She said looking to me for help. I contemplated whether I should bring her back to the group or leave her be, balancing the pros and cons of the situation.

Just then, a handful of walkers made themselves known by moaning and shuffling their way through the woods.

"C'mon!" I yelled to her. She took off ahead of me, running as fast as her legs could carry her.

Weaving between the trees and dodging branches, we managed to make it back to the gates of Alexandria. She took a moment to look around, but not before making sure I was right behind her.