Norman Reedus Imagines

Make Me Yours (Daryl)

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Rick looked around the farm and smiled to himself as he took in the view. His people were safe, finally. He smiled as he watched Carl run around with his mother in the sunset glow. The group had been at the farm only a week or so, but things were finally starting to become put together. They scavenged and used all the camping supplies they could find to build a mini-city outside Hershel's farmhouse, a ways down the road.

Rick watched as T-Dog and Dale laughed about something, both standing across from the small bonfire they had constructed in the middle area of the city. Andrea sat on top of the R.V. that blocked the city from the road, the brim of her hat hung low, and her eyes stalked the area ahead of her seriously. She was probably one of the best watchmen he had. He smiled a little, looking down at Shane who also could never just relax. He sat at a small picnic table and feverishly cleaned his guns over and over, staring over at who knows what.

Rick focused on the sun setting behind the RV and closed his eyes, tilting his head back, and enjoying the last rays of the sun. He was so grateful to be able to be stationary for once, he was so tired of running. He had to find a way to convince Hershel to let them stay. Rick's smile turned to frustration as he opened his eyes and searched the ground below him, as if it had answers. Rick stood lost in his own thoughts for a moment, when he suddenly heard Daryl and Glenn's voices entering the background, calling his name.

Rick's head snaps up and his body quickly turns around towards the back wooded area near the barn. He sees Daryl and Glenn carrying and unconscious woman, they drug her with her arms draped over their shoulders and heaved as they pulled her body toward the farmhouse. Rick quickly dug his feet into the ground and ran over to help, he took Glenn's burden and let him catch his breath as Daryl and Rick continued to carry the woman to the front door of the farmhouse.

Glenn runs ahead to warn Hershel of what they had found on their hunt.

Daryl pants but never slows his pace, he looks over at Rick and nods down at your lifeless body.

"Found her like this..." Daryl said and looked at Rick in concern. Rick just nodded to him a few times before helping him drag you to the farm house.

You are wearing a black loose tank top, over a dark purple fitted tank top, draping the fabric over you loosely. Your tank top is tattered with wear, where if you look closely you can see the purple radiating underneath. You have a tattoo running down the length of your right arm, wrapping around the front of it. You have a couple of chain link necklaces that plunge down below into your shirt. Your blue jeans are tattered and cut up in different place. Your brown clunky boots drag below your feet as the two men carrying, unaware of what is happening. Your silver studded hoop nose ring glistens in the sun underneath your wild long, black hair. Daryl looks down at you and notices a bump on the side of your head and a few scratches up your cheek.

The two men lugged your body to the farmhouse and up the stairs to the bedroom they often used as the, "emergency care," room. Something Hershel had not needed before these people had arrived, they like to take in strays, that could be dangerous.