Daryl Dixon Imagines

Simple Run? Wrong

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You laid your head on the car window looking out to the trees. The world used to be so beautiful, but now it was an ugly place. Full of hatred and anger.

That was that you thought, until you found love in the most hopeless place. You always thought you would be alone until the day you died.

When you were walking along a road one day a man named Rick Grimes came to your rescue. He took you in showing you around to all this people.

Then you met Daryl Dixon. Yes, the man who was very mysterious in his own ways. You two hit it off from the start and the rest is history.

You two loved each other, that was no secret. When your group found Alexandria it seemed too good to be true. And it was for a while but months leaving there now, you wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.

Today you, Glenn, and Michonne went out to go get some extra supplies. Anything would help, you were running low back at home and needed to find something, anything.

“Here we are.” Glenn announced turning the car off. We arrived at an old warehouse that hopefully had food.

We got out and quietly killed the walkers going into the door of the warehouse.

“Alright, lets split up. Meet back here in five minutes. This place gives me the creeps.” Glenn said going right, you went left and Michonne went straight.

You grabbed as much as you could and shoved it into your bag. You cleared the battery shelf and started to walk toward the hardware isle.

You grabbed some building tools knowing the people back home will need to start building the wall up soon.

You heard a gun click and you turned around quickly. A man stood in front of you with a hand gun pointed at your forehead.

You dropped your bag and raised your hands in surrender. “You don’t have to do this.”

As you said that another man, much younger stood by the man with the gun. This guy was older and you could tell had been through hell. He reeked of dead animal and was very sweaty. The younger man only had a knife in his hand.

“You alone?”

“Yes.” You lied. You looked around making sure your friends weren’t in sight. You put your hands down and urged to take the gun from your belt but instead waited.

“Will, check her for weapons.” The older man ordered still aiming the gun at me.

The man named Will put his knife away and walked over to you. He patted you down taking your gun away and throwing it down the isle.

“What’s a girl like you doing alone?” Will asked.

“Just trying to survive, just like you. I don’t want any trouble so pl-”

“Shut up!” The older man yelled making you jump. “Look at her, nicely dressed, combed hair. Saw a car out front. She’s got a camp.”

Dammit. You tried to think of something but saw Michonne creeping up quietly behind the two men.

You backed up into the shelf and felt a screwdriver poking out from the shelf. You smiled, “you should kill that dead one behind you.”

He looked confused and the two men turned around. Michonne stabbed Will through the chest with her sword and you grabbed the screwdriver behind you stabbing it into the older mans neck.

His gun got lowered and you heard a shot go off. There was ringing in your ears and a horrible burning pain in your side. You clenched your side and saw blood seep through your fingers.