The Walking Dead Preferences

Confrontation

Glenn Rhee

"Y/N," Glenn whispers "there's too many of them". You and Glenn were out on a run for supplies together but it seemed like a few walkers had gotten the message too. The road up ahead was blocked by a herd of walkers, far too many for you to be able to fight. "We've gotta find another route" Glenn told you.

He looked around the area for a minute before taking your hand and guiding you towards an ally way down the centre of two large buildings. Within that brief minute of observing the area, Glenn had seemed to have picked an alternate way to get round to the store you were headed to.

He let go of your small hand and gestured for you to follow him further down the back streets. You turned an abrupt corner where you were met with 5 walkers, growling softly as they hadn't yet noticed you. You slowly moved your hand towards your knife and took a quiet step forward. Your heavy boot set down straight on an old can with a crunch, just loud enough to grab the walkers attention.

"Shit, sorry." you told Glenn as a walker lunged for you. You used your forearm and body weight to push the walker away from you and sent your knife crashing through its head. That didn't end it. The next walker immediately latched onto you and another onto Glenn. You both fought the walkers off, struggling slightly despite having done this many times before.

Eventually, you were down to just one walker between you.
"Want to do the honours for me, Y/N?" Glenn asked you. You took down the last walker and let out a genuine laugh.

"So much for your secret route, pizza boy."

Rick Grimes

Your wrists were burning as you struggled to get loose from the tight bandages binding your frail hands together behind your back. You looked over to Rick, trying to ask him to find something that you could cut yourselves lose with, but all that came out was muffled sound due to the bandage tied around your mouth. You and Rick had been kidnapped by the wolves, for almost a week, who said they weren't letting you go until Rick agreed to give them half of your weaponry.

Your eyes flickered across the small, musky, dimly lit room, looking for anything that you could use to escape with. Rick began to shout incoherent words and nodded his head towards the corner of the room closest to you. You looked over and noticed a loose nail in the wall. A ball of hope arose in you as you scrambled towards it. You began frantically rubbing the bandages against it, seeing the fabric begin to fray, but anxious that the wolf could come back and catch you. Your wrists ached and were red raw while Rick kept his eye on the small window on the door of the room, making sure the wolf wasn't nearing.

Eventually, you managed to get your hands free and take the gauze away from your mouth, leaving a faint joker smile across your face. You untied the bandage from your legs and ran over to Rick, removing the bandages from him as well. He stood up and glanced down at your hurt wrists.

"We need to get out of here," he stated, "now."

You made your way toward the door, not expecting it to be unlocked but as you pushed it, it came ajar. You turned to Rick with a small smirk.

Leaving the room you noticed another room opposite you, which also happened to be where they had put the weapons they had confiscated from you. Rick ran to his knife and you grabbed your gun. Cautiously, you made your way across the hall. You spotted the greasy haired, yellow teethed wolf that had kidnapped you at the end of the corridor, facing away. He was weaponless and alone.

"I'm giving you the chance to leave." you shouted sternly, grabbing his attention. He turned around and flashed an arrogant smirk.
"Oh darling, you aren't going to kill me" he patronised you, making your stomach churn. You stood strong, your gun level with his head.
"I'm giving you a chance, take it. Please."
Instead, he walked towards you, trying to intimidate.
"You've given me no other choice" you told him. You began to tense your finger, about to pull the trigger but before you could, you saw Rick's knife come up and sink swiftly into the wolf's neck. He dropped, dead.

You turned to Rick.
"Are you okay?" You asked, worried.
"Didn't want to waste a bullet on that fucker," He stated, not really answering your question. "Let's get out of here."

Daryl Dixon

"Daryl, you need to calm down" Daryl, being a rather hot headed man, had noticed a small group of men were following you in the woods and he was not taking kindly to it.
"Y/N, they're following us! How am I meant to stay calm?" he asked is his raspy voice.
"Look, let's be smart with this. Take a few turns, see if they carry on. If they do we can take them on." You told him, being the level headed one.

You walked around the woods, keeping track of the strange directions you were taking and sure enough, the men were still following a few meters behind.

Daryl turned to face the men. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!" Daryl exclaimed, irritated-to say the least- by the men. Instantly, all three pulled guns on you. This is why you do your best to calm this impulsive man down.

Without thinking, you pulled your gun out and aimed it at the first mans head, as if it were human instinct. Daryl reached for his cross bow on his back and aimed it at the second man.

"Oh, hello Mr Robin Hood!" One of the men -with a buzz cut and a chipped tooth- mocked, looking at Daryl's crossbow. Daryl clenched his jaw and growled, but still knew better than to react.

The first man fired his gun, aiming straight for Daryl's head but, but some form of a miracle (if that even exists in this world) he missed. His eyes grew wide and his cheeks reddened.

Without taking a moment to think, you and Daryl simultaneously shot your weapons, killing two of the men instantly. The third was now whimpering and shaking with fear. He was like the puppy dog of the two, now dead, men.

Daryl went to lunge for him but you put your arm out to stop him.
"Let him go," you told Daryl "it's not like he's gonna last long out there anyway."

Carl Grimes

You and Carl often sneaked out of the gates of Alexandria and roamed the forest together. You were teenagers after all, what else were you supposed to do?

You had made your way to what you considered 'your' tree which was easily climbable. "Go on, you go up first" you told Carl as he began to make his way up to the sturdiest branch on the tree. He perched himself on the branch and called for you to climb up.

You put your foot in the ridge that had
been worn away over the months and pulled yourself up with your arms. You were about halfway up when you heard Carl shout "Y/N!". You felt a hand grab your leg and Carl instantly jumped from the tree.

You kicked your leg, trying to shake off the walker. Instead, you fell and the walker fell straight on top of you. You struggled underneath it while Carl panicked, searching for his knife. He eventually got hold of it and killed the walker, letting it fall limp on your body.

You pushed it off, stood up and caught your breath. "Thanks, Carl" you told him.
"No problem," he responded, "reckon we should go back now?"
"Sounds like I good idea" you replied, laughing a little. This is why Rick was not allowed to know about you and Carl's adventures.

Written by HMM