The Walking Dead Imagines

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I'm Piper Rovia, Paul Rovia's little sister. He also goes by Jesus, for reasons I don't know. I'm out on a run right now. I've been out here for a few days now and should probably head back to Hilltop. *Back at Hilltop* I enter Hilltop and see some of the people looking nervous. I go over to one of the gardeners. "Hey, why's everyone look so nervous?" She tells me about some new people that Paul brought in and I sigh, telling her thank you and then going to the building. I enter the building, not caring that I'm covered in blood and dirt still. I walk towards the room I know Gregory is in but see Paul with the new people walking out. Paul comes over to me with a worried look on his face. "Pip, what happened?" I shrug him off. "I'm fine Paul, I need to talk to Gregory." He sighs and nods, leaving with the new people.

I enter Gregory's room and slam the doors shut. "What the hell?!" He sighs and sits down. "Piper, please-" I cut him off. "Why the hell would you let new people in?! That's just more mouths to feed! You know I'm gonna have to stay out for longer periods at a time?! These new people make everyone nervous! We can't trust them!" After I'm done ranting to him, he finally answers me. "I understand that you're upset. But we can trust these people, they didn't kill Jesus when they were given the chance. And they're going to help out with everything, so you won't be alone when you go out hunting." I scoff and cross my arms over my chest. "You may trust these people but, that doesn't mean I do. I'll decide for myself whether or not they're safe." He sighs and I walk out, leaving the building. I see Paul sitting with the new people at a bench eating and talking. I go over to them and Paul smiles at me. "Hey Pip." I don't respond and see all of them are looking at me. I realize I'm still covered in blood and dirt and leave to go change.

I quickly clean myself with a rag and change into cleaner clothes.

I go back over to Paul but grab a bowl of stew before sitting next to him. "Rick this is my sister Piper. Piper, this is Rick and his group." I glance at this Rick guy but don't say anything as he says hello, I just eat my stew. "Piper is the one that goes out and hunts for our meat. She's had to stay out for two weeks once." Rick clears his throat and I look at him. "Thank you. It's been a while since we've had a hot meal." I roll my eyes and stand up, handing my food to Paul. "Give this to the kids, I'm gonna go hunt." He sighs and I walk away.

(Daryl's POV)

"She always like that?" Maggie asks Jesus. "Ever since the accident, yes." Now there's a tension in the air. "What accident?" Rick asks. Jesus sighs but answers him. "She was taken by Negan and his people before. She doesn't talk about it, but whenever we got her back...she had changed. I don't know what they did to her, but it kills me inside knowing I couldn't do anything." I hand the rest of my stew to Carl. "I know what she's been through." I stand up and leave right after saying that. She said she was going hunting, maybe I can find her.

(Piper's POV)

I've caught a few rabbits but nothing else so far. My blood boils inside. How could they be so trusting? I scoff and clench my fists in anger. I throw my bow down along with my rabbits and stomp over to a tree. I hit the tree as hard as I can and then hit it again. I keep hitting the tree until the only thing I can feel is the pain in my hands. I sigh and sit against the tree. A branch snapping makes me stand up quickly and pull out my knife. The man from that new group with long and messy hair steps out so I can see him. I put my knife back in its holster and sit back down. He comes closer and sits across from me. Suddenly his expression changes from curiosity to worry. In the blink of an eye, he's holding my hands in his and standing me up. "We need to get you back to Hilltop." I scoff and yank my hands away.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, you redneck hick." He sighs and shakes his head. Suddenly, I'm over his shoulder and he's carrying me back to Hilltop. "Put me down! Let me go you bastard!" I thrash around and try to break free. "It's no use, so stop trying." I don't listen to him and continue to hit his back and thrash around, even whenever we're in Hilltop. Rick and some of his people run over to us along with Paul. I blush from embarrassment and try kicking him, he catches my legs and holds me tighter. I can feel his hand on the back of my thighs, close to my butt. I blush more and he finally puts me down. I go to hit him but he catches my fist. I go to kick him instead but he catches my leg too. Now, he's holding my wrist and my leg glaring at me. I glare back at him and spit in his eye.

He lets me go and wipes his eye. Now Paul is in front of me and looking at my hands. I'm glaring at the redneck and he's glaring back, we're challenging each other, daring the other to look away first. He looks away and I smirk, I won. Paul touches my bruised and bloodied knuckles and I wince in pain. "You don't need stitches, but you do need them bandaged." He looks like he wants to say something else but doesn't. He drags me to the infirmary. I'm sitting on the medical table now getting my hands bandaged by the doctor. Paul has a face of disappointment and I notice the redneck and Rick at the door. "Why do you do this to yourself Pip? Bottling up your emotions isn't going to get you anywhere." I look away from him, knowing he's right.

"I was taken by Negan too." I look at the redneck and stop glaring at him. He enters the room and Paul steps to the side. "I wouldn't let him break me. He did a lot of things to me but I never let him have the satisfaction of breaking me." I blink at him in disbelief and stand up. I go over to him and feel tears in my eyes. I wrap my arms around his neck quickly and bury my face in him. He hesitates before hugging me back. I silently cry into him. I would never wish for what happened to me to happen to anybody else. This man, he deserves the world - he deserves to be taken cared of and loved. I pull out of the hug and look up at him. "I-I'm s-sorry." He shakes his head and wipes some tears off my face. "I'm fine now. I can tell you didn't let him break you neither. We're a lot alike." I nod, agreeing with him. Everybody left so it's just me and this redneck now. "I'm Daryl by the way. Daryl Dixon." I smile at him. "Piper Rovia. Paul calls me Pip sometimes though."