Daryl Dixon X Reader

Chapter 1

//So i wrote this on my note thing on my phone and decided to upload it to here, sorry if i misspelled anything or explained it poorly, this is just what I randomly made up from boredom
It's a x reader so
Y/N = Your Name
H/C = Hair Color
And yadada //

I hold my pistol close to my chest while waiting for someone to walk out of the store.
My hands tremble as I take a few deep breaths.
The governor looks down at me, his hands covered in blood, an eyepatch over one eye.
This guy named "the governor" found me while I was looking for food, he grabbed me and told me to aim my gun at the door and shoot the first person that walks out or he'll kill me.
I'm 15, my name is Y/N , I'm alone and searching for stuff to survive.
I've been alone since the beginning of the apocalypse.
I hear footsteps coming closer, the governor whispers "Aim your gun".
I aim it up, biting my lip.
A girl with red hair walks out holding a bag full of food.
I shoot then close my eyes.
"Good" He smirks then let's go of me, looking down at the dead girl, taking her stuff.
I frown and look away.
He looks at me then grips my wrist "Come, I have somewhere safe for you"
/An hour later/
I was thrown into a dark room with a table and two chairs.
I sit down on one of them and look around.
At least I'm inside.. somewhere where no walkers are.
I Close my eyes, feeling a bit relaxed.
Someone slams the door open, making me flinch.
So much for relaxing..
I see the governor walk in, smirking. He shuts the door behind him and walks towards me.
My breath gets shaky, I haven't seen a human in months.. that was actually alive.
"So wanna tell your name?" He sits down Across from me and rests his hands on the table.
I could easily attack him but I'm currently way to weak, I haven't eaten in a week nor did I sleep, I'm always too scared to sleep out in the open, I haven't felt this safe in so long.. I feel more relieved than scared.
"Y/N" I try to talk but it comes out as a mumble.
He stands up "That's a nice name" He walks over to me "How old are ya?"
"15.." I nervously look down.
"You in In a group? Where do you stay?" He asks as he crouches a bit looking at me.
His breath smells like strong alcohol and cigarettes.
"Im alone.. and I don't stay anywhere, I'm always moving" I say in a scratchy voice.
"Oh yeah, That sounds risky" He smirks and examines My weak and frail body.
I lost a lot of weight from the lack of food..
"Why don't you stand up for me" He says in a more interested tone.
I stand up and look over at him, He's smirking and staring back at me.
"You wanna live here? It's safe, There's lots of people and food.."
"I-i don't know.." My gut keeps telling me to say no but the word 'Food' and 'Safe' is really convincing me.
"Okay.." I lightly nod and smile a bit.
"First.. I need you to show me you can fight" He takes a knife out from his back pocket.
Oh shit..

2 hours later

I had to fight 6 zombies and him..
I'm covered in bruises and cuts with a black eye.
"I'll get you a fresh pair of clothes, you can sit down and wait" He walks towards the door.
I nod and weakly stand up, wobbling towards my chair, I plop down with my hands still tied and my eyes closed.
I wipe my eyes with my arm.
I sigh and close my eyes for a bit, trying to calm down.
He walks in holding blue short shorts and a crop top with underclothes.
He smirks and puts it on the table "there you go sweetpea, fresh outta the dryer"
"Th-thanks. ." I say, not wanting to make Eye contact with him.
"I'll let you change while my assistant here can bring you to your room after, I'll be in my office if you need anything" He winks then opens the door and walks out.
An old looking guy walks in, he has a metal sword thing on his hand, he wears a white tank top and black jeans.
He examines me "Aw man what'd he do to you? You poor thing" He says in some kinda accent "Someone as cute as you shouldn't be treated like this"
I smile an bit and stand up, forgetting my Hands are tied.
" 'ere lemme help" He walks over to me and uses his blade to cut off the rope around my wrists.
"Thank you" I weakly say and grab the white crop top off the table, putting it on.
He Chuckles and walks to the door.
I quickly put the shorts on and zip it up "Okay.."
He takes me outside and after taking the stairway to the first floor, going through a few hallways we make it into my New room.
I look around before walking over to my bed that has a blanket and flat pillow.
I sit down at the edge of it and sigh.
Finally, a safe place..
I look around again, noticing there's a plate with water and food.
I gasp and quickly grab it, gobbling down the food and water.

The next day

I wake up, hearing gunshots and people screaming, the sound of fire and things crashing.
I gasp and quickly get out of bed, sweating like crazy as I look out the window.
A group of people are Rading this place.
My body starts to shake as I back away from the window, starting to get a panic attack.
Someone slams my door open I quickly turn to the person.
The governor walks in, looking raged and ready to kill.
My panic attack gets even worse..