|How You Meet|

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•Rick Grimes//Season 3
"Almost there." Your thoughts mentally coach you, while you approach the gates. A prison, simple yet smart. Sturdy fences and thriving garden, this group knew what they were doing.

Must be fairly large, the group anyways. Most of been more then two dozen, no way is it possible for anything smaller.

"Hold up!" A man shouts. "State your name!" The voice boomed from the gate's nearest guard tower.

Both of your hands raise to signal you meant no harm. "Y/n."

Silence.

Moments later a latch sounded, with a click and a thud the door to the tower swung open. A man with brown curly hair and a rifle strapped to his back exited. As walkers begin to swarm you, the man hurries to unlatch the gate. You slip through the opening, giving the stranger all your trust.

•Glenn Rhee//Season 4
A car?
The sound of a motor and the smell of gasoline raised alarm. "They gotta be the same group." You thought as the white truck swerved threw a line of cars. As the vehicle got closer, your eyes scanned the panels of glass looking for familiar faces. Hoping they were strangers, you inch forward into view.

Immediately the truck came to a standing halt, as you regret your decision. A non-southern exited the passenger side of the vehicle. Armed with only a pistol, you stood nothing against his guard armor.

You didn't feel the need to raise a weapon, seeing how he hasn't raised his. "Name?"

"Why should I?" Tone in your voice growing stronger.
"A group of mine accepts people, two miles ahead is a prison–secured."
With out a single urge of hesitation you State your name. "Y/n."

With a nod he motioned toward the back of the truck. "Glenn."

•Carl Grimes//Season 6
Entering Alexandria's humble territory, you felt as if a stranger. Being asked many questions relating to your background or to your nonexistent family. You didn't believe you belonged. The smell of cut grass and outdoor cooking, rendered you an outsider.

After having showered and gotten dressed, you comb through your hair ever so gently. Nots and curls tangled to make up a true rat's nest. Your breathing spikes when an unknown door is slammed from across the hall.

No one had informed you of any other residents, your body's adrenaline kicks into its all time high. A knife clenched in your palm as the bath door creaks open, reveling a boy. A teenage boy looking to be as if your age, stops in his tracks.

"Name." The both of you bluntly speak.
The boy gave in first. "Carl."

•Daryl Dixon//Season 6
"Come on Daryl, let's head back." One man stated.
"Someone's out here." Another retorted.

Due to your clumsiness, your weight causes a twig to snap and leafs to ruffle. The one that stood beside Daryl, looked at him dumbfound. As Daryl, a broad shouldered masculine man gave a look of told you so.

"How do you know it's not a walker?"
"Because it stopped moving." He snapped back. His raspy voice, a rough attire was the at most intimidating.

"Show yourself, we ain't planing to harm you." The unknown male shouts out.
"Gotta place up the road aways. Gates, food, runnin' water, civilization." Daryl added.

Slowly you emerge from natures blanket, hands above your head to signal no threat.

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