Imagines [Book Two]

TWD [Gen Fic X Reader]

Imagine having a tough day, so Rick and Daryl take you out to let off some steam where they watch as you brutally kill a whole horde of walkers.

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It's been a long day of standing guard over Abraham's construction crew as they work on expanding the walls of Alexandria outward. Walkers have been coming in from the trees in groups of two or three, so you've worked up quite the sweat and can't wait to get home and shower it all off.

Abraham surprisingly calls an early day and you gladly take off once everyone is behind the secure walls of Alexandria. You wave and exchange brief, polite conversation with other members of your community before you make it home and are too distracted that you don't recognize the noise you're hearing in your own home until you're right outside the bedroom door.

The moaning and grunting and rhythmic thumping is a dead giveaway as to what's going on behind closed doors, and for a moment you're absolutely shocked that it's happening. But then the masculine grunting turns into a familiar voice and your shock turns into burning hot anger. Your right foot lifts on it's own accord and you put all your weight behind a well aimed kicked that busts open the door.

There's a shout, a screech, and a mad scramble to cover their modesty. "Oh no. Don't stop on my account," you seethe. "I was just going to grab some of my clothes from my dresser and take a shower in my home."

"What?!" The woman shrieks before whirling on your- whatever Ethan is to you. "But you said-"

"Y/N, it's not what it looks like," he pleads.

Letting out a sarcastic bark of laughter, you shake your head in disbelief at him. "Really? So you're not fucking some woman in my bed? You're pathetic." Instead of grabbing some clothes to cool off at a neighbor's place, you spare the woman- someone who you recognize to be fairly new to Alexandria a pitying glance. "He's not worth it. The sex is mediocre, at best, from what I can remember, and he's a lazy son of a bitch. Best get out while whatever you have going on with him is still brand new."

Ethan is frantically pulling on a pair of jeans and you huff a laugh at him before turning around and stomping back down the stairs. You throw open the front door and stomp out onto the porch, practically jumping from the top step to the sidewalk in an effort to get away from your now screaming ex-whatever.

You only manage to get to the street before his voice becomes a nuisance and whirl around on him. "WHAT?!" You explode.

Standing in nothing but a pair of jeans that aren't even done up, Ethan holds his hands up in mock surrender. "If you'd just let me explain-"

"What is there to explain?" You whisper-shout, conscious of the attention you both are starting to draw. "I walked in on you fucking the new girl in my bed! You were caught. We're done. End of story." You turn around to walk away, but his hand grasps you just above the elbow. As you whip back around, a dagger finds it's way into your hand and you angle the tip of the blade to his throat. "Do. Not. Touch. Me."

There are several gasps around you, but you pay them no mind. Ethan's momentarily terrified expression turns into something akin to arrogance. "What? You going to kill me, Y/N? You wouldn't do that in front of the Constables, would you?" He smirks as his gaze briefly darts to either side of you, and you know Rick and Michonne are now part of the gathered crowd.

Shrugging out of his grasp, you take a couple steps back. "I never said I was going to kill you, dipshit. But I will gladly disfigure you a little." Your gaze then drops down to his crotch with a cruel little smirk of your own.