Norman Reedus Imagines

The Bowman (Daryl)

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You watched as Daryl instructed the group of 15-20 people, who all stood in a line against a long wooden fence that surrounded the inner walls of the Hilltop. This fence's purpose usually was simply an extra line of defense against the dead fuckers, in case their outside wall ever went down. But, today and from here on out the new people were using it to train a group of people from Alexandria, The Hilltop, and The Kingdom.

You stood inside the walls, leaning against the wall of the massive building you all took refuge in, watching the new man as he instructed the group. Your eyes took him in with caution. Truth be told you weren't too interested into letting new strangers inside the walls, especially strange men. You had seen all too well what kinds of men survived this world. But, you couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. Your eyes roamed his body. He was sweating through his black button down shirt and his hair glistened in the heat. His hard jawline, broad shoulders and chest were nothing compared to his intense eyes.

You smiled to yourself as you watched him adjust Timmy's elbow as the 12 year old boy concentrated on stretching the classic bow out, trying to aim the arrow.

"You gotta keep that elbow tucked in and straight, little man." Daryl instructed, gently putting his arm back in the position the kid needed to be in.

Timmy nodded, licking his lips and narrowing his eyes, as he concentrated on the target that was setup yards away against the very back wall. He pulled his arm back, holding it has tight to his body as he could, and released the air into the air. It soared through the air, on track, until it hit the backboard of the target. It landed slightly below the bulls eye.

Timmy smiled to himself proudly at his accomplishment.

"That's good! Keep that elbow in and you might just be my best student so far." Daryl patted the kid on the back and Timmy looked up and smiled at his compliment.

"Now, keep practicing." Daryl's praise was short lived as he re-focused the boy back to practice.

There was a line of people from all 3 towns, of all ages, both men and women who wanted to learn how to shoot. King Ezekiel had come to the Hilltop with Daryl claiming this Bowman could help us all stay safe and fight against the saviors. The Governor wasn't thrilled to have more people invading his town, but did agree that protection against the saviors should be the top priority. He had begrudgingly allowed the new people into your town.

"Good job, Sue... Keep that arm tight..." Daryl helped Sue readjust the heavy bow in her hands, steadying it for her and squaring her hips. She released the bow and barely hit the board.

"A hit is still a hit, keep trying."Daryl encouraged her, continuing down the line of people with all different styles of bows, a collection the three groups had found over their scavenging.

"Good work, Mark... You pull the trigger like that Jake, get ready to feel a major kickback. Watch your finger placement... Excellent shot, Anna!"

You watched as he went up and down the line coaching the new bowers as they all continued target practice. You smiled happily to yourself, wrapping your arms around yourself, as you took in this stranger.