TWD imagines (smut?)

Daryl

You were in the woods, looking for shelter for the night. Its about noon but you need to clear it out, make it at least a bit homey. You were walking when you feel a very sharp pain in your thigh and you fall to the ground, biting your lip from screaming in pain.

You look at your thigh to see an arrow sticking out of it. Tears start flowing down your cheeks. The pain is almost unbearable.

"Shit." You heard a little ways ahead of me. You look up to see a redneck with a bow jogging towards you.

"Did you just shoot me?" You asked angrily. He huffed.

"Not like I meant it." He growled, bending down and inspecting it.

"Do you just go around shooting innocent girls in the leg? Is that a good hoby for you?" You asked.

"Shut yer mouth." He snapped. You huffed and crossed your arms. "I'm gonna bring ye to my group to fix ye." You sigh and rub your face. He carefully lifts you onto your feet. You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood.

"You're such an asshole." You yell at him. He ignores you and picks you up bridal style. You somewhat wimper and squeeze your eyes shut as he carry's you to god knows where. "Hurry up you dick."

"I'm trying." He growled back. You sigh and look at his face.

He has bright blue eyes, kind of long brown hair, he has slight beard going on. He looks tired, mentally and physically.

Maybe you should cut him some slack. He really didn't mean to shoot you, and he's taking his time to bring you to his group to fix you up. He could be a really good guy. You sigh.

"Put me down." You say. He looks at you like you are crazy and continues to carry you. "Come on please?" You plead. He shakes his head and keeps walking. You sigh and give up. After a bit of awkward silence you two come across a big farm. He carry's you to the house and kicks the door open.

"Hershel." He yells. An old man comes out and sighs. Soon a girl with blond hair comes out, followed by a girl with short brown hair.

"Beth, get me water, a washcloth and towels. Maggie, get me peroxide and bandages." He instructed. The two girls nod and goes off. Hershel signals for you two to follow him and went into a bedroom. The redneck lied you down onto the bed and sighed. The two girls came back.

"What's your name?" Hershel asked you in his old man voice. It somewhat calmed you.

"Y/N." You answer through gritted teeth. He nods and the two girls come back with what they were told to get.

"Well Y/N, it's unfortunate you are in this situation, but we are going to help you." He starts,inspecting the arrow wound. You Grit your teeth and screw your eyes shut. "Not infected yet, let's keep it that way. Beth," he turns to the blond and sticks his hand out, "give me the washcloth and go get a few more."

She nods and hands him the washcloth and leaves. Hershel gives me the washcloth.

"Stuff it in your mouth and bite down as hard as you can when it hurts. Also, grab Daryl's hand and squeeze just as hard." He instructed. You look at the redneck who is apparently Daryl. He sighs and takes your hand in yours while you put the washcloth in your mouth. Beth comes back and sets a pile of washcloths beside Hershel.

Hershel grips the arrow and you squeeze Daryl's hand while biting down on the washcloth. He started pulling on it and you started screaming, but it was muffled by the washcloth. The pain became unbearable and all you saw was black.

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Third Person

Daryl began to panic when he saw you not moving.

"Is she dead?" He asked, terrified. Hershel shook his head and pulled the arrow out completely.

"No, she just passed out from the pain. She'll be fine." He said before wetting another washcloth Beth set down with peroxide. He pats the arrow wound and it starts bubbling.

"What does that mean? Why is it doing that? Is that normal?" He rambled.

"Yes, it means its killing any unwanted bacteria that has found its way into the wound." He explained. Hershel grabbed the bandages and wrapped it tightly around Y/N's wound.

"When she wakes up, get me. I'll need to clean it." Hershel said before gathering everything and walking out of the room. Daryl let go of your hand and sat down in the chair next to the bed. He observes your face for the first time.

How your Y/H/C hair fans across the white pillow, how your pink cheeks stand out compared to your pale complexion, your pale pink lips open slightly and your adorable freckles.

Daryl felt really bad for shooting an innocent girl but he knew you were going to be alright. And he also knew he wasn't letting you back in the horrible world alone. You were now his responsibility. And for some reason...

He was okay with it.