The Walking Dead Imagines

The Flu

People were sick – really sick. And it was about time the council did something about it.

Hershel directed the meeting, gazing at the five other people in the room. Glenn to his right and Carol across from him; Michonne standing on her own by the bookshelves. Daryl and (Y/N) sat side by side on their own side of the table.

They kept their hands to themselves, Daryl normally embarrassed to be seen showing so much affection towards the girl he cared about. Embarrassed to even let her know how much he cared.

"It's spread," Hershel stated, "Everyone who survived the attack in cell block D. Sasha, Caleb, and now others."

Daryl clutched his bow, "Jesus."

"So what do we do?" Carol shared a gaze with (Y/N) beside her.

"First things first. Cell block A is isolation. We keep the sick people there like we tried with Karen and David," Hershel continued.

(Y/N) felt a tickle in her throat, licking her suddenly dry lips, "But – but there has to be some way to stop the infection. Contain it before it gets worse?"

Hershel sighed, "There is no stopping it. You get it, you have to go through it."

"But it just kills you?" Michonne added, causing (Y/N) to feel another bout of scratchiness in her throat.

Daryl snuck a look towards her.

"The illness doesn't. The symptoms do – we need antibiotics," Hershel turned to address Michonne behind him.

"We've been through every pharmacy nearby. And then some," Daryl stated.

"That veterinary college at West Peachtree Tech, that's the one place people may not have thought to raid for medication," Hershel persisted, "The drugs for animals there are the same we need."

"That's over fifty miles," (Y/N) added, "It was always too big of a risk to go." She suddenly began to feel hot in the denim jacket she was wearing.

Daryl looked at her again, "Ain't now. I'm gonna take a group out." He stood from his chair, taking his bow with him, "Best not waste any more time."

"I'm in," Michonne stated, walking forward as (Y/N) almost stumbled into a standing position.

"I'll come too."

Hershel nodded to her and then addressed Michonne with talk of directions and maps.

Daryl took this liberty to lightly take (Y/N)'s arm and pull her aside behind a few other bookshelves.

"You shouldn't come." He clenched his jaw, finding the nerve to stare into her eyes.

She tilted her head in confusion, "But I am." She attempted to walk past him, but he stepped in her way.

"No, I'm saying you're not coming. You need to be here helping people."

"I'm helping people by going to get medication," she stated, her voice growing tense, "You're going to need more people for your group."

He kept looking at her, finding his brain becoming muddled by her appearance, "You're going to do something stupid – we can't risk that."

She subtly shook her head, knowing he was getting cross because he couldn't find the right words.

"I get we're friends and that you care, but sticking me in a sick house isn't gonna work. I'm going and there's nothing you can do about it." She started to leave, scoffing under her breath and hitting Daryl's shoulder purposefully.