Norman Reedus Imagines

First Time (Daryl)

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You had been living with your mother and sister in a small abandoned cabin for a few months, it was modest, one bedroom, one living room, a small kitchen, and bathroom. There were big windows alongside the north facing wall, to which you found large, heavy curtains to drape over them, trying to keep the little light you had from candles on the table, from the walkers.

You and your mom and sister were very close, your sister was a few years older than you and much more experienced with life. She had truly lived when the world was alive and well, she never missed an opportunity to do what she wanted, when she wanted. You had always admired this trait in your older sister. You were the thinker, the one who always had to think things through, you spent most of your days in the real world lost in homework, trying to keep everyone but yourself happy. Truth be told? You didn't know what you wanted from this life, even before it ended.

Your mom was strong and silent these days, you had all watched your father get bit during the initial starting months of whatever this plague was. He was trying to protect you and was devoured by two walkers that had stumbled into your outdoor camp. After that happened you only stayed indoors. You mother had taught you how to hunt and scavenger the land, you all learned as you went, and before you know it years in this world had gone by and you were all still breathing.

One night you were all in particular high spirits, especially your sister who had found a small stash of alcohol in the back cabinet under the sink. According to her hunting cabins like this always, "got something." Your mom took a pull or two from the bottle and smiled a little, leaning back to relax against the couch behind her. You always sat on the floor, against the furniture, and not on it, it provided an extra layer of protection against the living and the dead. You see the candles flicker against their knives, which lay on the floor next to their hands, at the ready. You instinctually reach over to your hip and feel your cold blade, tucked in its place. You reach your hand to the side of the window and slowly pull it up a little, peering outside into the black night. You see nothing. You turn your head to the side, closing your eyes a moment. You hear nothing. You sigh, looking out one more time, before smiling and turning your attention back to your family.

"And mom, I am telling you, this dude was so good looking... You wouldn't believe..." She trails off in thought as she remembers the man she is speaking of and look over to see your mom looking at her laughing hysterically.

"Anyway... needless to say, my night got a lot better from there..." Your sister begins to trail off again and your mom stands up.

"I'm headed to bed, before my daughter scars my ears for life." She smiles and then looks at you both one at a time, "Night, girls."

"Night, mom." You whisper in unison, looking over and giggling at each other a moment. You hear the bedroom door click, indicating your mother has retired to her boarded-up room for the night.

You look back at your sister who is giggling a little to herself, feeling the alcohol run through her.

"So, tell me more about this guy!" You say laughing and leaning in.