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Daryl Dixon: That's a Lie

Imagine: getting kidnapped and tortured for information on the whereabouts of your group. And more importantly, the whereabouts of Daryl.

Notes: This does include a reference to rape without explicitly stating/describing rape. Also, takes place During Season 6 before Alexandria goes to shit. I made up the 'bad guys' because I did not want to use anyone that has been on the show. Also cursing but if you haven't realized that about me then I don't know what to tell you.

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!

The sun warmed your back as you quietly watched the deer. You draw the bowstring back, core sucked in, shoulders back, fingers trembling. It's ears twitched as it continued to eat the grass beneath its feet. As you exhale the arrow flies and hits the deer dead in the chest before falling down. Dead.

With a glance around the trees looking for any walkers you head over to the carcass a rope slung over your shoulder. You begin to tie up the animal, trying to make it easier for the long haul home. As you begin to bring it back with you, a branch snaps making you look around. Your fingers twitch towards the throwing knives aligned neatly in your jacket. The forest is humming with normal sounds making you relax. There can't be a walker nearby, not with birds making noise.

As you draw closer to Alexandria branches begin to snap and you hear footsteps coming in close. You drop the ropes and whirl around as you see a man with a hood and a gun running at you. You quickly grab a knife out of your jacket as the man approaches. He is only a step away from you, more than enough room for a bullet to kill you. Without thinking twice about it the knife flies from your fingers into his forehead causing him to drop. Just as your about to breath a sigh of relief something hits the back of your head and everything goes black.

Pain is the first thing you sense as your eyes drift in and out of focus. A strong throbbing from the back of your head that hurts like a bitch. Your eyes tighten in an attempt to dull the pain. Focus (Y/N), you tell yourself. There's a fire burning in front of you, the smoke is drifting into your nose and the heat warming your face. Shit, you think, it has to be night. Oh well, no one is gonna notice I'm gone anyways. You couldn't see a thing, duck tape was your best guess; your skin hurt around your eyes.

"Hey fellas! Sleeping Beauty is awake!" The voice was deep, male, maybe a little older than yourself. Footsteps grow close to you before a blinding pain rips across your face. The light from the fire blinds you and the pain in your head. As the fire finally comes into focus, along with the man's face he punches you across the face. "That's for killing Erin." Neither of you speak another word, both trying to kill the other with your stare.

Two others show up behind the man that had just punched you. "This chick really killed Erin?" The taller one asks his eyes roaming your body making you want to hide yourself. "No Travis, he simply isn't here anymore." Puncher says with an eye roll.

Travis, spits at the dirt, "Thanks shitface. I just can't understand how a sexy little thing like her ended Erin."

The other man still hadn't said a word. He just watched making you uncomfortable. "Erin said she came from Alexandria, the secret place we can't find?"

You silently decide to call him Silence, the Puncher was now Shitface, and then Travis.

Shitface stands up and you tug at the ropes binding you to a tall tree. Not wanting to make eye contact with anyone you look around your surroundings. There was a fire, some sticks circling around the campsite to keep Walkers out most likely, your weapons were in a pile by the fire, and roasting on a little grill was some of the deer you killed.