And when it came, your fingers released an arrow they were holding. It flew past the fence and hit the target in the head, making it fall to the ground. You gazed at the rotten body for a moment, wishing that it gave a peace to the tormented soul that once possessed it. A second later you had your bow drew again and ready to shoot.
“Don’t waste your arrows, you will need them later.”
Startled, you turned around aiming at the person who stood behind you. But as you saw a pair of green eyes you withdraw the weapon and straightened up.
“If you do that one more time, Daryl, then…”
Alexandria was supposed to be safe. A home. Daryl was skeptical of anything that donned that name. At least, there were doctors and a surgeon. So, Daryl had finally decided to let go, to (y/n)'s relief. He didn't think he had to worry about (y/n) giving birth anymore. He had been terrified for her life ever since the day that she had told him that she was pregnant, and that was around nine months ago. He counted.
He didn't want her to leave his life. He loved her more than life itself, and losing her would definitely end him.
At first, he had gotten angry at her for even suggesting that they do anything remotely related to anything that could risk their lives; but he had given in anyway. He guessed that he needed that type of closeness, especially after all that's happened. He knew the risks, but at that time, he didn't care.
Knowing how strong and confident (y/n) was, over time, his worry and anger decreased. He couldn't blame the pregnancy s
When you started to eat you suddenly felt someone watching you, and when you looked up you noticed a certain hunter staring at you from across the table. Oh shit. Daryl was the unofficial leader of the group; He was the one who made sure you had enough to eat; who went on every single run, no matter if it was for supplies or for protection. He was like a
Maggie entered the kitchen. "Thank you for taking care of the dishes (Name)."
"It was no problem. How is everyone doing?"
"Daryl still isn't back from looking for Sophia. I saved dinner for him but still..."
You frowned as you glanced out the window; it was getting late. "I'll go look for him." You picked up your sword that was leaning against the kitchen wall. You attached it to your belt so you could draw it quickly. It was times like this you were thankful for all the kendo classes you took in school. A sword might get you cl
Your one visit into town had dire consequences.
You'd found three bottles of wine. In a brash decision, you'd hidden them in your backpack and collected some supplies others needed before heading back to the farm.
The wine had been stored in your tent for a good few days. This fact alone had surprised you, but you'd been sleeping a lot, and you'd been quite busy helping with other odds and ends around the farm.
Now, though, you had free time. And you were bored.
Now, you decided, it was a good time to shake things up around the farm.
You opened the first bottle...
~~~Several bottles later~~~
"Mom, what's wrong with (Y/n)?" Carl prodded Lori's shoulder as she, Carol, Dale, Shane and Rick turned to watch you half-stumble across the open space in front of the farmhouse.
"Is she...?" Carol began.
"Carl, get inside." Lori urged him back as he pulled out his gun, aiming it at you as Carol and Dale retreated behind Rick and Shane.
"Dammit." Rick cursed. "Lori, stay here with
Your heartbeat pounded ferociously in your chest, beating twice for every one time your leg hit the ground. Blood roared in your ears, too loud to hear the crunching of leaves and grass as your feet blazed across them, but not loud enough to block out the sounds of the flesh-eater that now called you its prey. You could hear it behind you; God, it moved fast. Your legs were already tiring, weakened by the jarring impact of it to the ground combined with the never-ending trek that had occupied your night. You could feel your pulse in your head, hammering with every sight.
Tree. Shrub. Look back. Walker.
The wind tore past you, latching onto your tattered clothes like fingers malici