The Walking Dead Imagines

Through Hell & Back

This is pretty long, just warning you guys. By the way, that picture at the top is so badass - just saying.

"You need to get your priorities straight–"

"My priorities are straight! My brother comes before anything else– anyone else, do you understand me?"

(Y/N) had been arguing with Shane since dawn. After screaming at him and nearly ripping his head off when he admitted he hadn't watched Rick die, she was still going. She could do it all day.

"You would risk the lives of everyone here for him?" Shane whispered harshly.

She met his gaze with stubborn defiance. "In a heartbeat."

"Even Carl?"

"Carl needs his father," she spat, shoving him back. "And you don't get to say anything else about this. You left him to die! I'm gonna find my brother and when I get back I'm gonna kick your ass so hard you taste leather."

She stormed across camp to her tent. Still fuming, she packed her things as fast as she possibly could, ignoring the footsteps approaching her tent.

At first, (Y/N) figured they belonged to Shane, still wanting to argue with her, but when they paused outside, she knew it wouldn't be him. He would've entered without hesitation, as would Lori, so it had to be–

Daryl cleared his throat as he came in.

"What do you want, Daryl?" (Y/N) muttered, shoving her supplies into a single duffel bag.

She didn't need a lot, especially if she was just going to drop into King County and see if her brother was still there. If he wasn't, it would be a whole different story.

"I'm comin' with ya," he said firmly.

She turned sharply on her hell. "Scuse me?"

"I said I'm comin' with ya," he repeated, his tone possibly more stubborn than hers. "You ain't goin' all the way to King by yerself."

She scoffed and turned back around, ignoring him in favor of packing her things. "Daryl Dixon, I never thought I'd see the day." Rolling her eyes, she continued. "I have to find Rick and nobody's changin' my mind."

"Didn't say I was tryin' to."

"I'm not taking you with me," she decided, swinging her back over her shoulder and looking back at him.

"Can't stop me," he glared.

She almost laughed. "The group needs you here more than I do. I won't be long and hopefully I'll have the dumbass with me when I get back."

"They can go without me," he suggested.

(Y/N) shook her head. "We both know they need the food you get from hunting. Stay here."

She went to leave the tent, but was stopped when he grabbed her arm. The smallest gasp left her lips. He'd never touched her before, not in the slightest. He'd never touched anybody except maybe Merle, who he'd smacked on the arm last week.

Since bringing Daryl and Merle Dixon into this group, (Y/N) was a lot less busy than she had been at the start. They brought in a good amount of food from the woods and she couldn't thank them enough for that. They were irritating as hell, mostly Merle, who nobody in their right mind liked. Daryl, on the other hand, was perfectly tolerable.

(Y/N) found herself hunting with him more often than not, actually. He was quiet, but so was she. His company was preferable to Shane's, that bastard.