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nonesenseushi · 9 months

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My first time posting. I wrote a thing and got told to share it.

The Walking Dead x Male Mute!Reader HC’s

Daryl probably didn’t trust or like you right off the bat:

• He didn’t like how quiet you were, like deadass you never made a sound, even while walking

• Doesn’t realize your mute at first and figured you just thought you were too good to talk to anyone

• Probably has beef with you because you use a bow and arrow

• He soon comes to respect you when you prove your willingness to help protect the group

• Even more so when he realizes you don’t talk because you just 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵

Rick probably trusts you right away, although he isn’t much of a fan of how you just kinda do your own thing:

• He likes that you’ll usually do what he asks(orders) - little does he know that what he tells you to do, you were already planning on doing it

• Because of your quietness, you can easily get in and out of places without being noticed - be that by walkers or people - and he 100% uses that to the group’s advantage

• Rick doesn’t like that you disappear from the group at times, even when your hunkered down somewhere; the prison for example, you’d sometimes just vanish and no one could find you

• When you come back though you usually have stuff that the group needs or wants, so they can’t be too mad

Glenn is pretty neutral towards you at first, although you somehow become pretty good friends:

• He was really unnerved from you at first, with how quiet you were and the hard RBF you got

• Because you both were quiet and quick, you often got sent on runs together and he 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 it

• Glenn realized you weren’t so bad when you made a joke one time on a run;

You both were in some sort of hardware store gathering supplies when Glenn bent down to grab something. A fart noised sounded in the store and with how quiet it was, Glenn heard it loud and clear.

He stood up and looked at you in embarrassment, truly believing that sound had come from him, only to stop when he saw the grin on your face and the playful glint in your eye. You repeated the noise, blowing a raspberry at him before your shoulders shook in silent laughter.

• After that you both became good friends

• He also realized that you weren’t some hardass that was constantly judging people

• Although he’s definitely caught you staring at the others when they did something questionable, definitely judging them.

• Glenn always found those moments funny, seeing the look of confusion or disbelief on your face

Carl likes you, he thinks your really cool:

• He thinks it’s really cool how you use a bow and arrow (something Daryl is totally not a little jealous of)

• Would beg you to teach him how to use it

• You would, only to grin and silently laugh when he somehow smacks himself in the face with the bow string

• You of course would apologize for laughing and properly teach him how to use it, although he can’t for the life of him draw it back at first

• Carl also thinks it’s really cool how quiet you are as he gets older

• Young Carl was definitely afraid to approach you because of your RBF

• As he gets older though he admires your stealth and will even ask how to be stealthier like you

Other characters:

Merle:

• Merle was convinced that you were lying about being mute

• He probably followed you one day while you went for a hunt or something to confront you

• You beat his ass six ways till Sunday

• He didn’t pester you after that, although Daryl tried to kick your ass for beating up his brother

Maggie:

• She probably thought you were kinda weird at first

• But she was also really curious about you

• Her and Glenn both went to you about the other, Glenn to be an absolute simp, and Maggie to see if Glenn was truly a good guy

Shane:

• Bro hated you from the start

• Because of how quiet you are, he felt like he was always being watched (he was)

• You always had this blank stare when you looked at him, it made him feel like you knew all his secrets (you did)

• You knew about him sleeping with Lori, at first you didn’t care for it but then Rick showed up and turned out to be her husband

• Shane was only a little thankful that you were mute so you couldn’t tell everyone what you knew

• He still knew that you could destroy him through, so he was very careful

• You only tortured him psychologically a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦

• Especially after Otis died

• You had gone with them on the run and had supposedly gotten separated from them when the walkers showed up

• Shane knew better by that point though

• You seemed to know everything

Hershel:

• Just like the rest of the group, he didn’t want you on his farm

• He seemed to like you the most though because you didn’t carry a gun - at all - and you weren’t aggressive like Daryl

• It helped that you put your bow and arrows down whenever he asked for no weapons

• Overall you were just respectful towards the man and he appreciated it

#the walking dead x male reader #mute reader #rick grimes #daryl dixon #twd headcanons #headcanon #male reader #glenn rhee #carl grimes #x male reader #twd x male reader #maggie greene #shane walsh #merle dixon #hershel greene

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rheefamilysource · 4 months

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THE WALKING DEAD (2010–2022) ↳ season 2 episode 11

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linusbenjamin · 2 months

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The Walking Dead 4.08 — Too Far Gone

#the walking dead #twdedit #twdgif #horroredit #rick grimes #hershel greene #philip blake #nikolatexla #one of the most disturbing scenes of the show #hit me like a truck

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rickswh0r3 · 1 year

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my favorite bts photos from season three ❤️

#the walking dead #rick grimes #andrew lincoln #daryl dixon #norman reedus #carl grimes #t dog #maggie rhee #glenn rhee #hershel greene #lori grimes #twd #twd season 3 #michonne

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thegeorgiahuntsman · 1 month

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Daryl Dixon in Every Episode - I Ain't a Judas (S03E11)

#the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #norman reedus #rick grimes #hershel greene #michonne #glenn rhee #i ain't a judas

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mymanreedus · 2 months

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"When this is over, I'm gonna tell you every story I remember about all the people that loved you."

#the walking dead #s11e23 #judith grimes #daryl dixon #lori grimes #hershel greene #beth greene #carl grimes #bob #tyreese #andrea #tara #noah #glenn rhee #sasha #abraham #my heart

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evilrobotdog · 1 year

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Walking Dead characters as warrior cats to make my old middle school self happy... If people like these I’ll make more. Feel free to request characters even haha

BTW im only on s5 right now

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bayysart · 16 days

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Back on my Walking Dead bullshit again. :D Here’s a sketch dump page of some quotes! I love the show, I love the comic 🥰

#the walking dead #twd #twd fanart #rick grimes #carl grimes #daryl dixon #twd negan #glenn rhee #shane walsh #hershel greene #sketch #doodle dump #my art #digital art

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cultofdixon · 1 year

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Y/N: *sits down after working in the heat for four hours*

Daryl: Hey, wanna go for a ride?

Y/N: Sure *gets up too quickly and immediately falls down*

Daryl: HERSHEL

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #hershel greene

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redcoralpot · 9 months

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Acula (2) - Daryl Dixon x Male Reader

Sophia’s end had hit Daryl hard.

Angry and filled with as much grief as the rest of you, he pulled himself away from the group. With Hershel’s sharp deadline looming over your head, you seeked him out, not wanting to end your acquaintance with the cold hunter.

This chapter was long overdue, and a very dialogue heavy one at that!!! An extended version will be posted soon on coralpot (AO3).

Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, brief mentions of homophobia

Tag: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1.36K

Embers filled the sky as a small fire crackled, not too far from the farm. The flames highlighted the pinched face of the man beside you, neither speaking. No words, no shuffling; you could barely hear Daryl breathe. Not even the smoke could compete with how the events of the past day weighed down the air in your little campsite, nor the trivial feelings of something so complicated.

“You can’t stay out here forever, you know,” you sighed, pointedly looking at Daryl.

He finally speaks, ever the man of few words, “Says who?”

“Logic.”

“You ain’t my mother.”

“Don’t forget which man dragged you out of that forest,” A twinkle of humor shone in your eyes, “Dixon.”

“Pfft.”

Your posture slumped into a tree, the awkward atmosphere finally calming to a soothing, familiar lull. Bark scratched up your shirt, moss leaving smudged, green marks with it. The rotten taste of burning corpses still lingered in your mouth, and you shook your head with an ironic giggle.

“You know, this is the most I’ve gotten out of you lately.”

“Wonder why.”

His gruff tone stomped out the laughter inside, “Isolating yourself isn’t gonna help.”

“Bein’ all friendly ain’t gonna bring her back neither!”

“I understand that, but you know that she wouldn’t want you doing this.”

Silence.

“C’mon, Daryl, talk about it.”

His outburst did not deter you, only making you more concerned as you reached out to gingerly touch his shoulder. Daryl flinched and hissed under his breath, seeming to debate pulling away. You rethought your action, realizing just how weird it must have come off as. A man, touching another man, in such an intimate environment? He looked like the type that wouldn’t take such a gesture well, more like an insult to their high-regarded masculinity. You yanked your hand back, wanting to hide, run away, do anything but face the man in front of you, only for it to be forcefully stopped.

Daryl had an expression that told you to shut your mouth, sliding your palm back on his shoulder. He felt warm, but stiff under your fingers. His face was turned away from you, and no matter how you twisted, Daryl’s features were stubbornly hidden from you. Eventually, in a boat of silence you built for yourself, you gave up. Tapping your foot, you rubbed small circles into his back, hoping to relax him enough for him to return the stare.

“Whenever you’re ready, man.” The softness of your voice surprised you.

He fidgeted with the folds of his pants, “Dunno.”

“Elaborate?”

“Don’t know where to start.”

“Do you want me to help or do you want time?”

“Kinda wanted you to give me somethin’ to work with.”

“That’s fine with me.”

…

“Say, earlier,” you exhaled, “were you helping out with the fires? I didn’t see you.”

“Nah, couldn’t.”

Your eyebrows raised, and his fidgeting worsened, “Couldn’t?”

“I couldn’t see that shit.”

“Why?”

“It made me sick;” he hesitated to elaborate, “I… failed her. Couldn’t make myself see that grave they were diggin’ for her.”

You nodded, not able to do anything more. Daryl must have felt the movement on his back stop, because he mustered up the courage to look up at you. Beyond the usual sharp hues, a certain semblance of vulnerability laid, shattering the blue. In this frozen position, you absentmindedly thought about the fact that you never had this good of a glimpse into his eyes before.

“Well, are you gonna say somethin’?”

The fire must be warming your cheeks, “Uh… yeah?”

Daryl shrugged your hand off, quickly closing off. A quick pang in your heart was shoved down as you finally got a hold of yourself, your mind racing as you tried to think of a better response.

“It wasn’t your fault, Dixon.”

That certainly hadn’t been what he expected, “It was.”

“How was it your fault?”

“Coulda’ searched more, harder.”

Your hand was allowed back on his shoulder, “If anything, out of anyone, you’re the last to blame here.”

Daryl didn’t respond, facing away from you again.

“Daryl, look at me, please.”

Like a pouting toddler, his shoulders lifted and he slowly slid his body 90 degrees in your general direction. After an unimpressed glare from you, he corrected himself and stared at your nose. It was good enough.

“You were out there searching for that little girl almost every single day, even though you didn’t know her all that much personally. The only time you took a break was when you were shot, for fuck’s sake!”

“Least I coulda’ done.”

“You did more than the men encouraging you that it was a lost cause.”

“If it ain’t my fault, than who’s is it?”

“Whatever the hell’s infecting people, that’s what.”

There was a certain heaviness in his voice, “Couldn’t’ve let her die, me and Carol both were sure of it. It still happened anyways.”

You were silent as you waited for him to continue, “Seein’ the grave, seein’ the smoke, smelling what she was damned to, it set in. What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

Suddenly, how you stank from the bodies was made obvious to you. Even some of the rotten smell had gotten on Daryl, and with his recent confession, that wasn’t the best thing. Your bag was carelessly slung over your lap, forgotten in favor of comfort. It’s possible that was making the stench worse, you were sure.

As you moved the bag, planning to throw it off to the side, you got a whiff of something that was most certainly not charred, diseased flesh. Quite good, actually. Earthy. The smell took you back to the moments after Andrea shot down Daryl, and he was delivered to recover in a tent. He had been knocked out cold, and despite how Hershel insisted that there was no need to worry, you still had the unsatiable urge to help. Unknown to old Hershel, you stole herbs from his tea cabinet, hoping to make a medicinal tea. Alas, with all the drama of the barn, Sophia, and Daryl’s stubborn nature, you never had the chance to give them to him.

“I have an idea,” you spoke, pulling out the variety stashed inside.

“Huh?”

Daryl flinched towards your hand as you took it away, laying out all the different plants on your thighs, “You said the smell made you feel worse, yeah? I know I stink of it, don’t lie, so I thought these would help.”

“You scavenged these? When?”

“Nah, I stole them from Hershel. Choose your pick; don’t tell.”

He scoffed, rubbing his hands to warm them before hovering over the herbs, thinking hard about the choice. Soon enough, he selected a few stalks of rosemary, holding them gently in his palms. Your choice followed, immediately gravitating towards the lavender, and you set the rest away.

“You know what to do?”

The only response you received was a quick nod of his head, and he rubbed the stalks in between his hands harshly before rubbing them over any part of his body he could reach. Chuckling, you did the same, making sure to pay extra attention to key spots, such as anywhere you touched the corpses with. You would need to wash your clothes with Maggie come morning.

Afterwards, you both threw the mangled herbs into the deep forest, and Daryl stared after them. From this angle, you could see the burgundy scab ripping across his temple. Whether it was the sight or the late night temperature, a chill ran down your spine, and it was then that you realized just how much time you lost with him.

“What do you say about heading back to camp? It’s late.”

Daryl looked like he wanted to protest, but thought the better of it, “Fine.”

You got up from your seat, brushing dirt and grass off of your aching ass. The other man had a large stain on the back of his pants from the contents he sat on, but you supposed it wouldn’t be too evil to let him discover that on his own. Slinging your bag over your back, you reached out to him, even as he stomped out the fire.

“Ready?”

#male reader #x male reader #the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #lgbtq #gay #transgender #male y/n #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x male reader #the walking dead daryl #rick grimes #hershel greene #maggie rhee #negan smith

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archerwithangelwings · 1 year

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The Walking Dead season 3 cast portraits

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jasmine-jane-stuff · 5 months

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"Nightmares end. They shouldn't end who you are."

-Bob Stookey, The Walking Dead

#the walking dead #bob stookey #rick grimes #carl grimes #hershel greene #maggie greene #glenn rhee #twd daryl #daryl dixon #carol peletier #judith grimes #michonne #eugene porter #twd negan #twd #twd quotes #the walking dead quotes #quotes

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rheefamilysource · 2 months

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THE WALKING DEAD 4.16

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fanficsforheartandsoul · 1 year

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Not One of Us | Daryl Dixon x Zombie!M!Reader | Imagine #2

Note: Another one of my random brain blurbs that came to me at midnight and that might turn into a series one day. This is another 2nd POV because I'm trying to get more comfortable with it but it's honestly still unfamiliar for me and I might not ever get used to it... Also, the whole zombie thing doesn’t really make sense with the canon of TWD but I honestly don’t give a shit :3 Additionally, this is set at the end of the Prison timeline and the reader has blue eyes to signify his “zombie-ness”.

This piece isn’t proofread sorry.

Fandom: The Walking Dead

If you want to be tagged in my stories send me a pm with the fandom/character name! Or comment on the fic :)

Warnings: Gore, Angst, Death, Violence

Summary: Y/N is ambushed alongside Hershel and Michonne and taken hostage. This leads to the sudden reveal of the secret he has kept hidden for so long.

Word count: 4,117

Masterlist

It happened unexpectedly.

To tell the truth, you weren’t as vigilant as usual, most likely due to Michonne’s presence.

The woman was like an anchor, not just for Rick and Carl but for you as well. So you let your guard down and you didn’t take your Kevlar with you to protect your head from any unwanted contact.

You ended up regretting it. Deeply.

Although you heard something snap behind you, you weren’t fast enough to turn and one hit to the back of your head and you crumbled like a puppet. And due to your nature, you stayed unconscious for quite a while...

"...take the fucker's mask off."

You blinked slowly, your eyes had yet to regain focus. You were laying on your side, your hands tied behind your back, facing the wall of what seemed to be an RV or something.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. His whole face is badly scarred from an accidental fire. It's unsightly."

You didn’t recognize the first voice, but the second one belonged to Hershel and it didn't take you long to figure out what the two men were talking about.

Hershel's words echoed the ones you had told your friends months ago when you had tried to tell them a plausible reason to why you would never take off your black balaclava in their presence.

The fact that the old man was trying to protect your privacy warmed your heart. But it was not enough to make your anxiety disappear.

"Really? How bad can it be?"

You heard someone shuffle closer and your back tensed. You didn't know if you could stop the stranger if he wanted to unmask you.

Your limbs still felt weak and your arms were restricted so the worst case scenario would be that the secret you had hidden for so long would be exposed. What would come after that... You had thought about it enough to know that it was probably a bullet in your forehead.

"It's really horrible, we saw it once and three of us threw up."

"You really don't want to see that" another familiar voice added.

Relief washed over you in waves. Not only because the stranger seemed to be deterred by Hershel’s words but also because Michonne was here with you. They didn't seem hurt based on Michonne's calm tone.

This fact gave you the opportunity to think about what to do next.

Listening closely to any movement, you contemplated about what happened.

If your brain didn’t deceive you, you were ambushed by the Governor.

The hit to your head knocked you out cold but you didn’t know for how long. The fact that you could’ve died if the hit was just a bit harder wasn’t something you could easily forget.

It just reminded you that you should never again walk around without your helmet no matter how ridiculous it looked according to the others.

Good thing you didn’t have to worry about the heat or cold anymore.

Someone opened the door to the RV and you tried to relax to make it appear as if you were still unconscious.

“What are you doing in here?”, asked the newly arrived man and you bared your teeth.

It was indeed the Governor.

“I-I was just checking on the prisoners”, answered the other man and based on his nervous voice you guessed that he had to be pretty young.

“Go wait outside.”

You heard shuffling and the click of the RV door told you that you three were now alone with that bastard of a man. Your shouldres tensed again. If he hurt your family...

Michonne was thinking the same thing but she restrained herself from lunging at the man before her. Her hands were tied and she didn’t have any weapon. Her anger was currently unhelpful, so she tried her best to ground herself.

She watched the man with the eye patch before her closely as he tilted his body to check you out.

When your capturers pushed you into the AV, she had to watch how they roughly dumped your body on the bed.

The fact that they had to carry your limp body throughout their treck towards the RV and how they manhandled you like a dead person scared her.

It didn’t seem normal that you were unconscious for that long. This combined with your insistence of wearing that military helmet all day long made her question if you had known that this could happen if you were hit on the head.

Her thoughts turned even more anxious but she ignored it. There was nothing that she could do in her current state.

“I see he’s still out cold.”

Hershel visibly frowned and she clenched her hands into fists.

“You hit him quite hard.”

The tone of the old man next to her was neutral but his eyes showed disapproval and she knew that the doctor of their community was worried about your state as well. If he could he would be by your side right now, checking for any damage at the back of your head.

Philip Blake barely acknowledged his words. Instead he grabbed something in his pocket and presented it to them.

“You should eat. It’s gonna be a long day”

She took the food ration without thanking him and he turned away and continued to talk:

“Nobody’s gonna hurt you.”

Michonne almost snorted but she held herself back, now was not the time to be antagonistic towards the man who captured them. Hershel would do the talking and hopefully they would come to an agreement.

“I’m sorry but I can’t believe that. What you did with Y/N... You already hurt him.”

The Governor sat on the couch and rifled through the first aid-kit there.

“That was a necessary act. He’s too skilled. We didn’t want him to start a fight.”

Michonne knew he was right. You would’ve found an opportunity to attack during the treck to the RV and it probably wouldn’t have ended well.

In the back of the van, you were burning with anger.

When I get out of these cuffs...

But the opportunity didn’t come.

They took Michonne, Hershel and you to the prison. Not together however, they knew it was safer to keep you separated. They dragged you out of the RV first and you couldn’t speak to your friends.

Just a quick “You okay?” from Michonne when she saw that you were awake when they dragged you away and you responded with a nod, that was all that you could exchange before you got shoved out of the RV.

They led you to a blue truck and forced you into the backseat. Your hands were still tied behind your back so you leaned forward as if you were in pain.

“Are we going to the prison?” you asked the driver though you knew the answer already.

“Don’t fucking talk to me!” was his response and the man tapped his pistol on the steering wheel. He seemed nervous. Like you.

You knew what the Governor’s goal was. And you had the bad feeling that not all of you would make it out alive.

With growing anxiety you watched how Michonne and Hershel were led out of the RV and to the back of a red car.

You didn’t know if you would survive until the next day but one thing was for sure, you would protect your family.

And hey, you already died once, right? How bad could the second turn be?

When you arrived at the prison, the cars lined up next to the tank and you had to watch helplessly how they shot a round at the building from the M60 Patton.

The fact that these bastards were using military property against your friends and your base made you grind your teeth in anger.

The explosion of the tank’s main gun’s cartridge interrupted Daryl’s and Rick’s talk with Tyreese inside of the prison and the three of them hurried outside to see what the hell was going on.

They met the others whose eyes were already fixed on the six cars that flanked the tank, on which Philip Blake, the Governor was standing.

Daryl registered in the back of his head that neither you nor Michonne were present. But his focus snapped back to man with the eyepatch who was calling for Rick.

He glanced at his friend at whom he had been angry just a few hours before, but now he trusted him to solve this. The man always knew how to fix things. And if he didn’t, Daryl was there to help him to clean up the aftermath.

He shielded his eyes against the sun to check out the men and women who stood opposite of their prison fence.

All of them held weapons in their hands and he wasn’t the only one who knew that luck wasn’t particularly on their side.

“It’s not up to me!”, Rick shouted, “there’s a council now! They run this place!”

The Governor’s response made Daryl’s stomach drop. And the sharp inhale of the Greene sisters signalled him that they were definitely at a disadvantage now.

One of the Governor’s followers, a woman stepped towards a red car and lead the doctor of their community towards the front of the tank where she made the old man kneel.

“What about Michonne?” the Governor taunted and Daryl could feel the anger pulsating from Rick beside him when the woman who had become like a mother to Carl was led out of the car, her hands tied behind her back.

She got shoved to the ground next to Hershel.

Rick opened his mouth and almost at the same time as the Governor he spoke:

“I don’t make decisions anymore!”

“And what about fucking Y/N L/N?”

Daryl’s breath stopped for a second when he saw how a man forced you out of a blue truck and dragged you next to Hershel.

You still wore your dark green cargo pants combined with the black combat shirt that you wore a few days ago and your face was still hidden by the black balaclava. You didn't seem to have any visible injuries but that didn't stop Daryl's chest from constricting.

You got shoved to the ground, Hershel knelt next to you and he appeared to ask you something.

Of course, they were too far away to hear anything but the man behind you kicked you and you toppled over. Michonne leaned towards you but the woman behind her grabbed her to stop her from moving and you ended up getting dragged into an upright position again by the fucker who hurt you just seconds before.

Daryl stepped up to the fence but Rick held up his hand. Their eyes met and the other nodded slowly.

The archer breathed in deeply. There was nothing he could do right now, he had to leave it to Rick. He mimicked the gesture and his eyes didn’t leave your form while Rick turned towards his son and mumured a few words.

Then he walked towards the fence and Daryl helped him open the gate that separated the court from the field with the outer fence.

All eyes were on Rick as he slowly made his way down to the fence line.

You watched him as well with clenched fists. But your eyes wandered behind him and you found Daryl’s form immediately. He seemed to watch you too but he was too far away to actually tell though.

The archer had turned into your closest friend in the last few months and although you two got off on the wrong foot at first, your relationship was now different. It had turned into something dangerous even and in the last few days you had avoided him.

The growing tension between you had led to more body contact and you were scared that he would find out how cold your body was even through the many layers of clothing that you wore, what that meant.

You liked him, yes.

Fuck, you liked him more than you should and the fact that you couldn’t be together was hurting you more than you thought it would.

But the insurmountable fact was that you were dead and he was alive.

Your body was slowly rotting away while his would remain.

You knew that there was so much more that separated you, that made it impossible for you to tell him about your feelings, but on the other hand you felt awful that you couldn’t tell him.

Somehow you knew that today would change things forever and you regretted all of your actions.

If only...

Rick stopped in front of the inner fence, the former police officer's eyes glued on Michonne and Hershel.

They exchanged a look and you smiled weakly when his eyes met yours, not that it could be seen through the cloth that shielded your face from curious looks.

Don't worry about me you tried to tell the older man with your eyes.

It didn’t look like he deciphered the meaning though.

The position of kneeling with a guard behind your back gave you a sense of déjà vu.

Only that a few years ago, you had been the one who shoved people down on their knees during negotiations. Back then, you thought what you were doing was the right thing.

The Governor was probably thinking that too right now.

But he was wrong. And you would make sure that he knew that.

The negotations began and Daryl was pacing at the gate, watching Rick and you.

The man who had ignited something in him in the last few weeks was kneeling with a straight back, his head facing straight ahead.

He could almost see your defiant eyes and he smiled grimly before turning towards Sasha and Tyreese, trying to plan a way out of this situation.

He distributed the guns to Bob, Maggie and the others, all while trying to calm the storm of thoughts in his mind.

Rick was in danger. Hershel, Michonne, you were in direct line of fire. The Governor was a crazy son of a bitch and who knew what he would do if negotiations failed.

Suddenly shots were fired and he and Carl raised their weapons immediately, watching how the Governor killed some appearing walkers.

Rick witnessed how Hershel jumped in surprise and fear settled in his stomach.

What was he doing here? Could he really talk this maniac out of shooting them down like pigs?

His eyes found yours and once again he was surprised how calm you looked behind the black makeup that covered the only skin that wasn’t hidden behind any kind of clothing.

But now that he stood closer to you, he realised that there wasn’t exactly calmness in your eyes, there was certainty. But he didn’t know what kind. That you would die? That you would protect your friends?

Your eyes found his and you blinked slowly and he knew.

Gulping he turned to the governor.

“We can all live together”, he began and he wasn’t exactly pleading but it sure felt like it.

That certainty in your eyes haunted him. He didn’t want it to happen. He couldn’t let it happen. Not when his son and daughter were living in the building behind him.

The Governor shut him down almost immediately.

No, no, no... echoed in his mind as he continued to talk. No, no, no!! when his talk of peace turned into threats. They wouldn’t leave. Either they live together or die. No, fuck, please!

The frown on the Governor’s face deepened and Rick watched with growing dread how the man grabbed Michonne’s katana and held it against Hershel’s throat.

The shift in the atmosphere was almost tangible and the stares of the people behind him burned into his back. His shoulders sagged, the expectation of saving lives weighed heavily on him but he couldn’t crumble now.

His mouth tripped over his own thoughts but he formulated them into sentences and tried to plead with the other men and women who Philip had brought here.

Not all of them looked like they followed him with 100% faith. If only he could persuade some of them... If only he could persuade the Governor...

“I know we all can change.”

Hershel smiled at him and in that moment a thought bloomed in Rick’s head.

“Liar.”

It was as if time was suspended for a moment when the Governor’s face distorted and he took a swing, only for you to lunge at him.

Rick, Michonne, Carl, Daryl, Maggie, Beth, Bob, Sasha, Tyreese and the people who Philip brought with himself bore witness how the katana slashed across your chest and then sunk into Hershel’s neck only to get stuck because of the missing force behind the swing.

For a milisecond everyone was frozen but then screams erupted, Maggie's pained wails drowned out her sister's and Carl began shooting, hitting the Governor in the arm, forcing him to let go of the blade that was still stuck in Hershel’s neck.

His father screamed furiously and began to shoot as well while retreating behind the fallen bus.

Daryl blinked and watched in horror how you slumped over, your body crumpled like a puppet and you fell over almost in sync with Hershel.

Pain erupted in Daryl’s chest, combined with the clawing fury in his throat, and he grunted and let himself get taken over by the pain of losing you.

The moment the Governor left his position on the tank you knew your group was doomed.

Had it been any other guy beside the Governor, Rick’s words might have reached them but that bastard was already too far gone.

Throughout the talk you had nestled around with the sole of your combat boots. It was hard to find the small slit you had created in the rubber months prior, but your fingers soon found the tip of the razor blade you hid in there.

The guy behind you was listening closely to Rick’s words so you had the chance to start working on cutting your restraints.

But it took too long.

The moment you saw the Governor move his hand, you moved subconsciously.

Your hands were still tied, so the best you could do is try to headbutt him before he could end his swing but although you used your body as a weapon, it still wasn’t enough to weaken his swing and the katana sunk into Hershel’s throat.

Blood spurt from the wound onto your face and you fell over. Blinking, you tried to get rid of the liquid in your eyes.

You didn’t feel any pain but you had lost your balance and now laid face down in the dirt.

Gunfire erupted over you and you heard screams and cries of pain.

You were numb.

Lifting your head you saw Hershel just a few feet away from you and you pushed your body towards him. Michonne’s katana was gone, you didn’t give a shit though.

Crawling over the grass you reached him and with a bit of an effort you forced your hands apart, tearing through the nylon of your restraints.

“Hershel-”, you breathed, forcing yourself into a kneeling position to lean over the man who was drowning in his own blood. He gargled and sputtered and you knew it was only a matter of seconds until he was dead.

A howl gathered at the back of your throat.

“I-”

Before you could say anything a familiar blade pierced your chest from behind.

“You bastard-”

You blinked and rose to your feet. The man behind you tore the katana out of your body with a squelsh and you turned to face him. The Governor looked at you, then the lack of blood on the blade.

“You- what are-”

Before he could continue, your hands found his throat and you flung his body against the side of the tank like he wasn’t a grown man but a mere puppet.

His head collided with the tank with a loud thud and he wheezed in pain. Your fingers digged into his skin and he couldn’t breathe. With a howl you knocked his head against the tank again and again and a bloody smear began to form on the metal.

He clawed at your hands but you held onto him with a vice-like grip and he ended up grabbing your head.

In your anger you ignored how he pulled on your balaclava and ended up tearing it off your head.

His pained expression changed into one of shock but before he could say anything you heard a shout from behind you over the continuing gunfire and you lost your balance for a second.

You turned around and came face to face with the guy who sat next to you in the truck. The one who asked about your non-existent face scars from a fire. He held a smoking assault rifle in his hands. You turned your head back to the governor. His body was limp in your hands and his dark blue shirt was dyed black with blood.

“What the fuck-”, began the other guy but you interrupted him by hurling the governor’s dead body at him and then charging at him in anger.

The man toppled over, the dead body to heavy for him to carry and within a second you were on him and grabbing a fistful of his hair you bashed his hand repeatedly onto the ground.

Since you were essentially standing on grass it ended up taking a while to kill him but you didn’t care. You grabbed his assault rifle and put a bullet through his head when his body started to move again and then you sent another spray of bullets into the tank who had begun to move towards the fence.

Some guys stood behind the tank and they spotted you.

“Look out!”

“Fuck, what-?!”

You mowed them down without hesitation, in your ears only a low humming sound.

You don’t hurt my family. You don’t hurt what’s mine.

On the other side of the battlefield stood a certain archer frozen.

Daryl gave Rick fire cover as soon as the man was behind the fallen bus. He concentrated his fire on the shooters who stood on the cars and witnessed how Michonne moved herself out of the line of fire.

He was glad she was safe, but that feeling was only a twinge in his side, overshadowed by the loss he felt when he saw you fall to the ground, certain that you had died.

There hadn’t been a lot of blood but he couldn’t really judge that from the distance and your body had remained motionless on the ground.

He couldn’t look at you.

So he didn’t. He fired at the cars at the left side of the tank and exhaled shakily, Maggie’s bellow of sadness in his ears.

He bit his lip so hard it started to bleed and the metallic smell forced bile up his throat.

Carl next to him paused shooting and his quiet “Huh?” stopped Daryl in his tracks. He followed the boy’s line of sight and watched silently how a figure he knew all too well knelt over the dead body of Hershel, only to be impaled by Michonne’s katana.

Daryl’s brain couldn’t process that you weren’t dead after all, because now you certainly were. The blade pierced your upper torso but you rose to your feet like nothing happened. Even when the Governor tore out the katana, you didn’t falter.

A moment passed between you and the other and in the next, you flung the man around with an inhumane force.

Daryl lowered his rifle, even though at the back of his head, he knew that right now certainly wasn’t the moment to do so but his eyes were fixed on you.

You didn’t seem like a person he knew.

At first he thought you had turned into a walker, the way you lunged once more at the governor, your hands outstretched as if you were ready to take a bite out of him. But instead your hands began to choke the man.

Daryl knew that anger could give someone enough adrenaline to perform seemingly impossible tasks but the way you manhandled the Governor, a guy who possibly weighed around 165 lbs, it didn’t seem human at all.

And he was right.

When walkers began to flood through the fences that were taken down by the tank and Daryl had a moment to turn back, he saw you.

You, standing amongst the advancing masses of walkers. He knew it was you because you looked straight at him and the black smear of makeup around your eyes gave you away.

Beth grabbed his arm.

“We have to go!”

You lifted two fingers and performed a little salute. Walkers passed you to continue the onslaught on the prison.

And in that moment he realized that you were different.

You’re not one of us.

He lifted his crossbow.

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