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wolfish-nightmares · 3 months

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Game of Survival

Pairings: The Group x gn!reader

Era: Season 1-11

Warnings: TWD gore and violence. Bad language. 18+

Category: Fluff. Angst.

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Summary: With no other choice, you must learn to play this new game of survival.

Prologue

Season 1:

1x1 - Days Gone Bye 1x3 - Tell It to the Frogs 1x4 - Vatos 1x5 - Wildfire 1x6 - TS-19

Season 2:

2x1 - What Lies Ahead 2x2 - Bloodletting 2x3 - Save the Last One 2x4 - Cherokee Rose 2x5 - Chupacabra 2x6 - Secrets 2x7 - Pretty Much 2x8 - Nebraska 2x9 - Triggerfinger 2x10 - 18 Miles Out 2x11 - Judge, Jury, Executioner 2x12 - Better Angels 2x13 - Beside the Dying Fire

Season 3:

3x1 - Seed 3x2 - Sick 3x3 - Walk With Me 3x4 - Killer Within 3x5 - Say the Word 3x6 - Hounded 3x7 - When the Dead Come Knocking 3x8 - Made to Suffer 3x9 - The Suicide King 3x10 - Home 3x11 - I Ain’t Judas 3x12 - Clear 3x13 - Arrow on the Doorpost 3x14 - Prey 3x15 - This Sorrowful Life 3x16 - Welcome to the Tombs

Season: 4

4x1 - 30 Days Without an Accident 4x2 - Infected 4x3 - Isolation 4x4 - Indifference 4x5 - Internment 4x6 - Live Bait 4x7 - Dead Weight 4x8 - Too Far Gone 4x9 - After 4x10 - Inmates 4x11 - Claimed 4x12 - Still 4x13 - Alone 4x14 - The Grove 4x15 - Us 4x16 - A

Season 5:

5x1 - No Sanctuary 5x2 - Strangers 5x3 - Four Walls and a Roof 5x4 - Slabtown 5x6 - Self Help 5x7 - Consumed 5x8 - Coda 5x9 - What Happened and What’s Going On 5x10 - Them 5x11 - The Distance 5x12 - Remember 5x13 - Forget 5x14 - Spend 5x15 - Try 5x16 - Conquer

Season 6:

6x1 - First Time Again 6x2 - JSS 6x3 - Thank You 6x4 - Here’s Not Here 6x5 - Now 6x6 - Always Accountable 6x7 - Heads Up 6x8 - Start to FInish 6x9 - No Way Out 6x10 - The Next World 6x11 - Knots Untie 6x12 - Not Tomorrow Yet 6x13- The Same Boat 6x14 - Twice As Far 6x15 - East 6x16 - Last Day on Earth

Season 7:

7x1 - The Day Will Come When You Won’t Be 7x2 - The Well 7x3 - The Cell 7x4 - Service 7x5 - Go Getter 7x6 - Swear 7x7 - Sing Me a Song 7x8 - Hearts Still Beating 7x9 - Rock in the Road 7x10 - New Best Friends 7x11 - Hostiles and Calamities 7x12 - Say Yes 7x13 - Bury Me Here 7x14 - The Other Side 7x15 - Something They Need 7x16 - The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

Season 8:

8x1 - Mercy 8x2 - The Damned 8x3 - Monsters 8x4 - Some Guy 8x5 - The Big Scary U 8x6 - The King, the Widow, and Rick 8x7 - Time for After 8x8 - How It’s Gotta Be 8x9 - Honor 8x10 - The Lost and the Plunderers 8x11 - Dead or Alive Or 8x12 - The Key 8x13 - Do Not Send Us Astray 8x14 - Still Gotta Mean Something 8x15 - Worth 8x16 - Wrath

Season 9:

9x1 - A New Beginning 9x2 - The Bridge 9x3 - Warning Signs 9x4 - The Obliged 9x5 - What Comes After 9x6 - Who Are You Now? 9x7 - Stradivarius 9x8 - Evolution 9x9 - Adaptation 9x10 - Omega 9x11 - Bounty 9x12 - Guardians 9x13 - Chokepoint 9x14 - Scars 9x15 - The Calm Before 9x16 - The Storm

Season 10:

10x0 - Holiday Special 10x1 - Lines We Cross 10x2 - We Are the End of the World 10x3 - Ghost 10x4 - Silence the Whisperers 10x5 - What It Always Is 10x6 - Bonds 10x7 - Open Your Eyes 10x8 - The World Before 10x9 - Squeeze 10x10 - Stalker 10x11 - Morning Star 10x12 - Walk with Us 10x13 - What We Become 10x14 - Look at the Flowers 10x15 - The Tower 10x16 - A Certain Doom 10x17 - Home Sweet Home 10x18 - Find Me 10x19 - One More 10x20 - Splinter 10x21 - Diverged 10x22 - Here's Negan

Season 11:

11x1 - Acheron: Part 1 11x2 - Acheron: Part 2 11x3 - Hunted 11x4 - Rendition 11x5 - Out of the Ashes 11x6 - On the Inside 11x7 - Promises Broken 11x8 - For Blood 11x9 - No Other Way 11x10 - New Haunts 11x11 - Rogue Element 11x12 - The Lucky Ones 11x13 - Warlords 11x14 - The Rotten Core 11x15 - Trust 11x16 - Acts of God 11x17 - Lockdown 11x18 - A New Deal 11x19 - Variant 11x20 - What's Been Lost 11x21 - Outpost 22

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my-mt-heart · 2 years

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TWD 11x11 “Rogue Element” Review

And the TV gods said…let there be no ship baiting in episode 11 and there was no ship baiting. A small miracle. A sad one too. I guess I’m willing to settle for episodes without the ship I do care about now as long as I don’t have to deal with the mass hysteria. Not that this episode doesn’t deliver some great character moments. We finally get some movement on Eugene’s story which has been dragging out since last season, Connie and Kelly win the award for best sibling dynamic, and Carol gets to suss out the puppet master of the Commonwealth, so that’s all fine and well. I have to ask though, what the HELL is going on with this show tonally? It’s almost like it’s having an identity crisis because I swear, and I understand it’s intentional, there are moments where I feel like I’m watching a crime drama. Just not the good kind. I’m talking really campy shit. Course correct, Angela. I beg you. Whatever you do, don’t let Daryl and Carol go canon in a cheesy way that doesn’t speak to who they are or what the show is supposed to be. But, I digress…

Though it’s Inspector Eugene’s story that contributes the most to the absurdity, my heart still breaks for him. We start off seeing him with everything he wants, namely the Iron Maiden, ice cream loving girl of his dreams. They’re much more established than they were the last time we saw them together, as in sharing a bed and saying ‘I love you’ to each other. Why wait when, as he tells Princess later, “right now is all we’ve got?” It sounds like Eugene needs to impart some wisdom on Daryl and Carol, am I right?

But in true TWD fashion, his moment of bliss gets ripped away. We the audience see Stephanie packing a bag, though as far as Eugene knows, she’s completely vanished and down the rabbit hole he goes, trying to get to the bottom of what he believes must be a government conspiracy. Personally, I wish we got to see more of Rosita helping her best friend through his crisis, but as always, Princess makes for some good company (her pretending to have lasagna just to get through Eugene’s front door is pretty funny). She’s basically the Watson to his Holmes, listening to him rattle off all the clues he’s gathered and helping him sneak into the suspicious plumber’s apartment, only to get ratted out by an elderly neighbor and end up in jail. Until Lance Hornsby comes along to explain the “misunderstanding,” that is.

At the end of it all, Princess admits to Eugene that she thinks Stephanie just broke up with him, but Eugene’s still not ready to give up and that’s when the heartbreak happens. Doing some more snooping, he finds out Stephanie is basically just an undercover agent Lance Hornby assigned to get Eugene to spill everything about his communities. We’ll talk about Lance in a bit, but let’s focus on Eugene for a second. He is literally trembling with emotion after everything finally lands on him. Props to Josh McDermitt for conveying Eugene’s pain in such a compelling way. For fuck’s sake, the man shared his innermost thoughts and I’m assuming lost his virginity (??) to a catfish. Ouch. On the bright side, we finally get the big reveal that I think most of us already suspected, which is that Margot Bingham’s character, referred to by Pamela Milton as Max, is the real Stephanie. So there’s still hope for Inspector Eugene.

Connie and Kelly are also doing some investigating this episode in a way that feels a little more grounded, though still out of place (I’ve resigned to the fact that the Commonwealth arc is always going to feel jarring to me no matter what). While Connie represents the one ready to do whatever it takes to uncover the truth about Trooper Davis, Kelly is the one who’s there to reel her back in when it’s necessary, reminding her they’re only at the Commonwealth to get away from all the fighting for a while. They compliment each other really well and I can really feel how deeply connected they are, unlike a lot of the other siblings that have been on this show.

I know Connie is a controversial character in the caryl fandom for *ahem* reasons and while I will grant that she is super underdeveloped, I do like her. I like seeing her stand on her own two feet without using bigger characters as a crutch. Someone else talked about Connie’s lack of agency on the whole Donnie front, and I completely agree that’s problematic. But at the same time, it is interesting that in an episode where we are in Connie’s perspective, where she does have agency, Daryl still does not come up once in conversation. This is immediately following an episode where we are led/mislead to believe Daryl might be smitten with her, mind you. I can’t help but wonder if it’s because when we’re with Connie and Kelly, we’re actually seeing things objectively. As far as they’re concerned, there are no deeper feelings to explore. There may have been a silent question between them in the beginning of season 10, but I maintain the purpose of that was to alert the audience to the possibility of something more before the true nature of the relationship was very subtly explained in 10x05. Now, however, the romance is only visible through a specific lens – Carol’s – which Daryl may possibly try but fail to put on. Further elaboration on that can be found here where I lay out Daryl’s potential arc for the remainder of the block.

What I also find interesting, though it may or may not be intentional, is having Connie’s and Carol’s storylines run parallel to each other. In New Haunts, it’s heavily implied that Carol puts Connie on a pedestal. She thinks that her accomplishments in the old world make her more admirable, and therefore more worthy of Daryl’s love. But going along with Rogue Element’s theme of transparency or unveiling the truth, we can easily see they are equals. It doesn’t matter that Connie is working inside the system or that Carol remains on the outside. They are both intelligent, crafty, and determined enough to make equally important discoveries. For Connie, that entails planting a seed of doubt in the mind of one the Commonwealth’s biggest players, Mercer, and in doing so, acquiring a list of names I’m guessing are “undesirables.” For Carol, it means tapping into her past trauma to get the women at the poppy farm to open about the abuse they experienced, thus helping Lance, a bigger player in the Commonwealth than people probably realize, clean up his operation and giving him a strong reason to trust her. The only difference between Connie and Carol is that Connie is used to gaining recognition (in the form of her name in print) whereas Carol often has to be the unsung hero.

This is something she has in common with Lance. While on an excursion together, Lance tells her he does better outside the walls than inside and Carol responds that a lot of her people think the same. No doubt, Daryl is someone who comes to mind. Not to go on a tangent, but this scene reminds me so much of when Aaron took Daryl under his wing while he struggled to get adjusted to Alexandria. To me, it just goes to show that once again, Daryl and Carol are on opposite trajectories. This time it’s Daryl who’s putting on a mask and Carol, I presume, is finally tired of doing so. I think by the end of this block or beginning of 11C at the latest, they will finally start to get on the same page emotionally, which has been preventing them from being together.

Anyways. Back to Lance. He may seem to be taking Carol under his wing, but as Angela Kang notes, their relationship is transactional. Carol knows she can use him to get something she wants. It’s unclear now, but I think it’s possible Lance might try to exploit her too, especially considering how low he stooped to get information from Eugene. He’s a cunning motherfucker for sure, however I think it’s safe to say that if their relationship does eventually lead down a dangerous path, Carol will come out on top in the end and maybe she’ll finally get her recognition (from Daryl).

The ultimate takeaway here is that the Commonwealth isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, and people aren’t who they may appear to be. Stephanie isn’t Stephanie, Lance isn’t all for one, Mercer isn’t the Commonwealth’s poster boy or at least he won’t be going forward.

Before I wrap this up, I wanted to quickly address the lack of screeners/spoilers this week. I know a lot of people reached out to me on the matter, and again staying with the theme of the episode, the truth is I deleted every single one of those messages. Why, MT? Why would you ignore us in our time of crisis? Because my lovely friends, I am trying to be more responsible about spreading needless panic. Let this episode stand as proof that not everything is about shipping. Let’s not treat everything like a catastrophe, okay? This is probably a good time to remind you all that articles about episode 10 are going to come out very shortly and they’re probably going to play up the Donnie/Carzekiel beats. Please, do not let yourselves get worked up about it. Deep breaths. Everything is going to be okay. Only five more episodes (of hell) to go and since my prayers were heard this time around, I ask that the TV gods now send us some meaningful Caryl scenes. Please and thank you. Amen.

11x09 “No Other Way” Review

11x10 “New Haunts” Review

#caryl #twd #twd spoilers #twd review #twd season 11 #twd rogue element

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mcbride · 2 years

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PAOLA LÁZARO AS JUANITA ‘PRINCESS’ SANCHEZ The Walking Dead 11.11 ▶ Rogue Element

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thewalkingdeadband · 2 years

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So you're telling me that Eugene probably lost his virginity to a ...lie, who didnt care about him and was all pretend?

#twd spoilers #eugene porter #twd family #twd season 11b spoilers #twd season 11 ep 11 #rogue element

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annoyingabouteverything · 2 years

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It really feel like we could’ve cut some Eugene bullshit and instead like… shown the conversations carol had with the opium people?

#twd s11 #carol peletier #11x11 #rogue element

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teamddixon · 3 years

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A New Normal

Summary: Set in the future of the TWD timeline, this story follows Daryl, Y/N and her brother through their journey in the world of the undead. It wasn’t like Daryl to let people in to his heart easily, but it was Y/N’s smiles that had captured him completely, and before he knew it, there wasn’t a scenario Daryl could think of about his future that didn’t have Y/N in it.

A/N: Hi guys, this is my first time writing a fic of our TWD badass, Daryl Dixon. It’s gonna be a long one, and a work in progress. I write because it makes me happy, and I hope it’ll make you happy too. The intro for this fic would be pretty long, and Daryl wouldn’t appear until slightly later, but I thought it would be important to touch on Y/N and her brother’s background since we already know Daryl’s background pretty well. I’m not a zombie apocalypse expert, and neither dare I call myself a TWD expert (I’m not, please pardon me if I get some facts wrong!), so some parts of the story may not be realistic. It is most certainly strayed from the current universe since this is meant to be set in the projected timeline after the eventual season 11, which of course we don’t know yet how Daryl’s narrative would be changed or if it would at all, (or do we?), so this story may or may not make sense after season 11 ends (maybe think of this as a spin off?). I do hope you like it, and don’t mind the fact that it is set way in the future of the universe. As mentioned, it’s still a work in progress and I don’t know how many parts it’ll be. But writing this is extremely cathartic for me so I’ll continue writing for as long as my brain (and my full time job) allows. Comments and feedback are welcomed and appreciated! Please sit back and enjoy this journey with Daryl. :)

Photo is not mine. All mistakes in this are mine, please pardon them.

There aren’t many moments in Y/N’s life where she’d just sit on a spot, completely and utterly at a loss. The camp where she’d called home for the last month was gone – just like that. Along with it, the people she considered her family. When an unexpected rogue herd of walkers stumbled across the cabin, she was out on a supply run with her older brother, Andrew. By the time they had came back, the cabin was in shambles and the smell of the dead overpowered their senses. Y/N stood rooted to the ground in shock behind the bushes, throwing a look of fear at Andrew. Biting back a scream, knowing it’ll give her position away, Y/N looked around, hoping to see a familiar face. A familiar face that was alive. There was none. It was too late for them to do anything to salvage their family, their home. There were too many walkers to take on and honestly, nothing much left for salvation.

Y/N had no idea how long she was behind the bushes watching the dead feeding on mangled bodies of people she once knew. She knew she had to move, but her feet wouldn’t allow. It was as if they were locked in position, trapped in the nightmare of a scene before her. The only comfort she could gather was seeing quite a number of fallen walkers with slash marks on their heads – meaning they had put up a strong fight against them.

“Come on, we got to go.” Andrew’s voice called out, his hand grabbing hers nudging her to move. There was a catch in his voice, although he tried to hide it. Still in shock and tears, Y/N willed her legs to move. Just one foot in front of another, just one foot in front of another. She had to keep her mind focused on what was in front, and to keep her legs moving forward. Y/N followed him, almost in complete auto-pilot.

Without actually knowing how long or how she even managed to keep in tandem with her brother’s pace with her state of mind, he had led Y/N to a spot in the woods where the two of them finally crashed on the hard grounds. Y/N was shaking violently as she buried her heads between her knees. She had no idea if she was shaking because of the nip in the air, or because of shock. A low growl shook her awake from her reverie. She looked up to see a lone walker approaching from the right. Reaching for her hunting knife from her belt holster with her shaky hands proved to be a tremendous task. Y/N finally managed to unsheathe the knife and plunged it hard into the walker’s temple right before its jaw got onto her. She had no idea she still had that strength somewhere in her.

“Are you okay?” Andrew had walked over to her just in time to plunge his machete into the head of another walker that had approached Y/N from her blind spot. “Thanks. I didn’t see it coming.” Y/N mustered her strength and stood up before kicking the walker in its head with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

“I don’t, I cant –“ Y/N finally allowed herself to sob into Andrew’s shirt. While there were only a few people in the group to begin with, she have had time to know them through this shitstorm and had grown to like them like her own family. They were the people she had been moving with for years. They had lost some people in their journey, but they’d never lost all of them entirely before. To lose them all at once was devasting. But all in all, she was glad her brother was there. Andrew was fiercely protective of her, especially in this new world. She wouldn’t be alive and standing today if not for him. All her survival skills, her knife works, hunting and tracking skills, had all came from him. Y/N was not prepared for this world at all. Without Andrew, she would have become one of the walkers a long time ago. But she was a fast learner, and had more than proven her survival skills. Despite all that, she never lost her sense of hope and cheerfulness, that was until that day.

She was thankful for Andrew for giving her the time to grief while he single-handedly took down more than a dozen walkers while she was still in a daze. She felt horrible, leaving her brother to keep her alive knowing he needed his time to process everything too. Andrew didn’t say anything, he just kept her alive.

Nightfall brings another set of danger – the temperature had dipped drastically. Y/N worked with her brother to build a makeshift shelter with leaves and twigs. Andrew had also got a small fire going to provide a bit of warmth. If the walkers doesn’t get to them, the elements most certainly would. Satisfied with the perimeters, lined with makeshift cans and marbles to alert them when any walkers enter the camp, Andrew gestured for Y/N to sleep while he kept watch.

Y/N tucked herself in next to the small fire and tried to sleep. But of course sleep eluded her. Every time she had her eyes closed, all she could see was the grotesque bodies of her friends back in the cabin. She kept your eyes close despite that, hoping to catch at least a little sleep. Y/N knew she would be in no state to fight for survival without rest. Andrew sat next to the fire and finally allowed himself to process the events of the day. Most of the people in the group had been his friends since he was a child. He had grown up with them, went through triumphs and heartbreaks together. Losing them was painful. Losing them and not being able to do anything for them was painful. He looked at Y/N who had now finally fallen asleep and willed himself to stay strong. He couldn’t – he wouldn’t let the same thing happen to his sister. Y/N was his only family left.

Three hours into Y/N’s fitful sleep, she woke up in a pool of sweat despite the night cold. Before this all happened, Y/N always slept like a log. An earthquake could literally be breaking her room down and she would have no idea. But in this new normal, her body had adjusted itself to wake up within a few hours and it had learned to survive on a couple hours of sleep each night.

She saw Andrew throwing logs into the fire to keep it going. Approaching him silently, she gestured for him to sleep while she took over the watch. Nodding his head, he vacated his space before taking over hers. Y/N was on high alert, determined to keep her brother safe while he catch his much needed rest. Andrew had been there for Y/N all her life. She was only a couple of years younger so they were very close since young. This trip was supposed to be a break from work, but instead, they were thrown with an even bigger shitstorm than they could imagine. Y/N almost laughed when she thought about the irony. She would choose to go back to her office job any day over this. Before long, the cackle of the fire begin to diminish as the day broke. Y/N looked up at the skies, trying hard to fathom how this was the very same sky before the world had turned into hell. The sun still came up in the East and the morning birds still sang, but nothing else about the world right now was the same.

Gathering up all of their belongings, Y/N and Andrew set off for another day. They had to find a more permanent shelter, a sturdier shelter than twigs and leaves at least. Stopping by the creek to gather some water, Y/N took the chance to splash herself with the cold water. As the water hit her face, she perked up. Having not had a shower for days, Y/N’s skin was starting to itch and peel. Her feet was swollen with blisters and her arms were filled with dried scabs from all the cuts she sustained while running away from walkers. Y/N looked at Andrew with a longing in her eyes. She needed that shower. Convinced that the area was free of walkers, Andrew gave in and gave her privacy while Y/N washed yourself. He told her he would try to track something for their food today and set off with his bag, gesturing for Y/N to follow when she was done. A smile almost crept up Y/N’s face as she washed away days of sweat, dirt, and walker blood off her body. She hadn’t dared to take her time though. Once she was done, she quickly put on a fresher set of clothes that she had and set out to look for Andrew.

Feeling more refreshed, Y/N tried to put on a new perspective of how life was going to be moving forward. She was determined to continue living, living for the friends who couldn’t. She was going to continue living for Andrew. She didn’t want all of Andrew’s effort teaching her survival to go to waste. Y/N followed the tracks on the floor, hoping to find Andrew soon. No more than 10 minutes into following the tracks, she heard a slight ruffle of leaves to her left. It was so slight it was almost unnoticeable. It can’t have been a walker – a walker would have made a louder noise than that. It was most certainly a person. She smiled and moved towards the direction where she heard the sound from, anticipating to see Andre.

“Hey, did you managed to –“ Y/N’s whispers faltered into complete silence when a tall, crossbow donning man with striking blue eyes, greeted her. The man had his crossbow trained on Y/N’s head. She stopped in her tracks, knife in hand ready to strike.

“Who are you?” The man demanded. Not only was his crossbow trained on Y/N, his eyes were trained on her too.

“Y/N.” She spoke calmly, hand still steady on the knife. While she knew she’d be dead with his arrow before she could attack him with the knife, she weren’t about to go down without a fight if she had to. Y/N looked at the man, trying to download as much details about him as she could. He wore a long sleeves black shirt with two top buttons missing, a pair of cargo pants that were slightly ripped on some parts and his boots carried the obvious evidence of blood and someone who had been out in the open. Y/N tried not to wince as she stared directly into the man’s eyes. Although his hair covered the side of his face, she could make out his stern expression – an expression of someone who had been surviving on his own. But behind all that, she just had a sense, a strange and unspoken sense that he wasn’t a dangerous man.

“Look, I’m just looking for my brother, all right? I don’t mean to walk into your zone.” Y/N explained. “If you promise not to shoot me, I’ll just turn around and be on my way.”

Adrenaline from meeting a lone stranger in the woods had had blood rushing to her ears, muffling her surrounding sounds. As she prepared to turn and leave, the man spoke again. “Behind ya!” That was when she heard it – the unmistakable sound of a walker behind her. As a reflex, Y/N bent her body forward and side stepped, but in her haste to evade the walker, she had missed her footing. Y/N cursed under her breath but quickly regained her posture. She raised her arm, ready to strike, but before she could, the walker’s dead weight had pushed her, causing her to fall backwards on the hard ground, losing her knife in the process. Y/N quickly worked to fight the walker off but all she heard was the hustling sound of an arrow and the silenced growl from the walker. Feeling the full weight of the walker now, she pushed it off and saw that it had an arrow right smack between it’s eyes. Y/N turned to look at the man as he approached the walker. With one foot on the walker’s head, he pulled out the arrow with one swift motion with his free hand. He then turned sideways to look at Y/N.

“That was really cool.” Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. Seeing that the man had made no move to point his crossbow at her again, Y/N relaxed. She spotted and dug out her knife that had been partially buried during the fall and tussle with the walker.

“Thanks. I owe you.” Y/N gestured to the walker on the ground as she dusted herself off. “What’s your name?” She smiled.

Daryl was immediately captivated by Y/N’s smile and the sound of her chuckles. Earlier when he had heard someone approaching, he was ready to strike, ready to take them down if he had to. But as he heard Y/N’s voice for the first time, he knew immediately that she was no threat. He hadn’t seen or heard another person’s voice for days. But even if he had, there was something about Y/N’s voice and her smiles that enchanted him. Despite the situation the world was in, Daryl was comforted to see a smile that seemed to make him forget everything else.

“Daryl.”

“I’m sorry again, you know, for walking into you.”

“Sorry for ta’ crossbow on ya head.” Daryl nodded his head slightly at Y/N as apology.

“We’re even then.” Y/N smiled again. It was nice meeting someone else in this crazy world of the dead. Something about Daryl had made her feel a sense of comfort and calm, despite just meeting him a few minutes ago. Daryl looked away, feeling his face flushed from seeing her smiles. There had never been anyone who had that effect on him before. Her smiles were a huge contrast to everything he had come to know in the last ten years. He wanted nothing but to remember them.

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