The Walking Dead

Surviving (Daryl X Reader)

WARNINGS: Trigger warning, Depressing situations. VIEWER DESECRATION IS ADVISED

Walking, walking, walking, surviving, surviving, surviving, that's all you did anymore. You just survive, you try to anyway. Being on your own was just about all that you knew. You don't trust people, you can never know their true intentions. You'd rather have the company of the dead, because you know what they want.. to kill you. In the beginning you had a group, you,17, your younger sister,16, and your older brother,23. You and your brother took your younger sister on a 3 week vacation before she went back to high school when it all happened. A group of about 20 other men and women found you and took you and your siblings in. The group lasted for the first few months. Until the food ran out and then your group was attacked. Taking the women for what they wanted and forced the men to watch. One by one everyone was shot and killed, you watched them kill your siblings first, but walkers came and aided you in your escape. Ever since then you've been on your own, every now and then a group will find you, they are either nice and try to take you in, where later you'll steal a little bit of supplies and the leave. Or they are not so nice and try to take your stuff or take you, but you are fierce and stronger than you look, and you kill some and run away. You like to think of your self as a bad ass, you can take on just about anyone, its either that or you are just extremely lucky, and all luck will eventually run out. 

Having only a backpack with some food, water, medical supplies and guns, you traveled light. You have an impressive arsenal for someone traveling alone, 4 guns and about 7 knifes, and almost all of them are hidden on your body. You know self defense, you know how to read people and asses situations, always having a plan A-Z you can take care of your self. Screw people, because they will screw you, and thats how you went through life, and so far its kept you alive. 

Its getting dark and you need to find shelter, being out in the night in never safe, you learned that the hard way. Quickly trying to find an abandoned building to find a safe haven in has proven to be very difficult today. Almost every building is flooded with the dead, and you don't have the energy or the time to clear one. Spotting an gas station that seemed empty you ran to it. Trying the door it was unlocked and open, which means it won't have any useful supplies in it but it might serve as a shelter. Pushing open the door and listening.. you didn't hear any mediate threat. You tapped your elk ridge knife on the metal door frame, and when nothing came for you, you entered the building. Looking around the station, just like you had thought there was nothing for you to scavenge. As you continued looking around you heard a thump come from behind a door at the other end of the building. You could only assume it was an office. Not wanting to wast anymore light you kicked open the door. 

Your eyes went wide, 6 walkers were chomping at you. On instinct you jumped back and when you did your arm landed on a jagged piece of rusted metal slicing open your arm. "FUCK." you hissed and slammed your knife in to the first walker, dodging left stabbing the second, kicking the third in the knee toppled two others, this gave you time to plan a tactic. You ran to another isle and called the 2 that already stood up to you, then you pushed the long shelf on top in them. This got rid of the immediate danger. The last two posed not threat and took them down, and finished the rest off. You could feel the blood gushing out of your wound. "Damn it," you breathed and went in to the office. 

Throwing your pack on to the desk you fished out alcohol, bandages and took your black sig sauer or of your belt and put it on the table. You took your long sleeve shirt off and looked at the back of you right upper arm. The cut was deep and you could see flaks of rust buried it the wound. Cleaning the flakes out the best you could then poring alcohol on it was a task all on its own. It hurt like a bitch. You needed stiches, but you ran out of thread months ago and haven't found any. You would settle for fishing string at this point, but too many people thought the same thing. You wrapped your arm the best you could trying to stop the bleeding. You were not going to die this way, you'd be damed if you'd let blood loss be the reason for an early grave. The thought on infection setting in scared you more than anything. You needed to find something to close your wound up, you were already bleeding through your bandage. Carefully putting your shirt back on you waked out into the main part of the small building. You were about to lose all of the natural light so you moved one of the shelfs in-front of the door and locked yourself in the office for the night.