The Walking Dead Imagines

It had been a little over three weeks since you had come across a new community that was learning to survive in a large prison facility. It surprised you that they had their own farm, with a couple of livestock and all of the fences seemed to be sturdy enough to keep the roamers from getting in.

They had all been so accepting of a newcomer, giving you a cot to sleep in and making sure that you were well fed and dressed in clothes that had very little holes in. Of course you had to help them out in return, going on runs for supplies and helping out whenever necessary, but you were happy to lend your services to your new family.

It had been an added surprise when you found yourself taking a real liking to one of the survivors. His name was Glenn and you were completely smitten with his personality; even in these hard times the young man found a way to make you smile, even laugh and that was worth more than gold.

Unfortunately it seemed as if Glenn was already taken by another woman, her name was Maggie and you had never been more jealous that they had each other. It didn't help that she was nice and inviting, because you couldn't even dislike her.

You knew that you just had to accept that Glenn was happily in love with another woman and move on, but it was so hard when the two of you spent so much time together, just talking casually, eating together or doing supply runs for the group.

It had been a long day of tending to the crops under the burning hot sun and you practically crawled exhaustedly back to the cell that you had set up to call home. Pulling the thin sheet across the door to give yourself some privacy you collapse onto the bed and shut your eyes just relaxing for a moment.

It was then that you heard a soft knocking on the concrete surrounding your cell, climbing from your bed you pulled the sheet back to reveal Glenn standing there with a charming grin plastered on his face. “Do you want to come get some food and keep me company on look out?”

Gnawing on your lower lip for a moment you just replied. “Wouldn't you rather bring Maggie with you?”

“Maggie is helping her dad with something at the moment.” Reaching out then his long fingers wrapped around your wrist and then pulled you in the direction of the food station, the two of you grabbed a tray and then headed straight for the sniper tower, climbing the ladder carefully and then settling down on the chairs.

The two of you just ate your food in silence, it was then that Glenn announced. “You're unusually quiet.” His mouth was filled with food and it made you laugh as you continued to push yours around the plate gingerly. “And you're not eating.” He pointed out. “Something really must be wrong.”

Glenn put his plate down and turned to be facing you, waiting for you to finally speak and when you did you commented in a small voice. “I don't think that I should say anything.” With that you pushed your plate away and pulled your knees up into your chest.

The man across from you chuckled and replied. “C'mon, you can tell me anything.” Another smile pulled across his lips. “Whatever it is we can figure it out.”

Allowing a soft sigh to escape your lips you shut your eyes for a moment and finally allowed yourself to tell him the truth. “Glenn, I don't think that we should hang around with each other anymore because... because I'm starting to feel things for you that I know that I shouldn't.” Then you opened your eyes to look at his face, trying to read his emotions.

“Things?” He creased his eye brows.

“Like, I don't know, love.” Your cheeks were burning hot by now as you put your head into your hands and then speak once again. “I just need to distance myself from you for now because the last thing I want to do is ruin what you and Maggie have.”

You refused to even look up at him but when you heard a defeated sigh fall from his lips you forced yourself to meet his eye. “I get it.” Creasing your eyebrows you were confused momentarily. “I feel... I feel something too. I've been trying to fight it, or hide it behind out friendship, but there is something there.” Slowly you nod your head. “I'm in love with Maggie.”

Standing up you tried to build up your confidence before saying. “I know you are and I don't want to hurt Maggie.” You tried to keep your voice level as Glenn rose beside you and took your hands apologetically. “I want you to both be happy, so I'm going to need you to give me some time, okay?”

“I understand.” Leaning forward then he placed a single kiss on your forehead before pulling away and saying. “I wish this could have gone differently.” You gave him a sad smile before climbing down from the tower, leaving him alone to collect his thoughts.

Your chest was hurting immensely, but it was easier than tearing apart a relationship. It was hard to come across good things in such hard times and you weren't going to take something good away from another person, even if it meant hurting yourself in the progress.

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It was difficult news for you to digest, but you knew that it was something that you were going to have to deal with and not something that you could push aside anymore. It was also clear to you that you had to tell the rest of your group, they had to know what they were getting themselves into.

The reason you were so nervous to tell them was because of who you had got pregnant by. A little while ago Daryl had comforted you after losing a couple of members of your group, the two of you ended up in bed and most nights after that the two of you would revert to comforting one another.

At the time it had felt nice to feel so close to someone, sharing a secret and intimate moments away from the nightmares you were thrown into each day. Also you knew how distant Daryl could be from the rest of the group sometime and it made you feel special that he wanted to spend time with you.

The group was sitting happily around the dying campfire, speaking quietly and eating left-over food. Clearing your throat softly you approached the group, kicking the ground nervously as you stood there in silence. “You look as if you have something to say.” Rick announced thoughtfully as he bounced Judith on his knees.

Daryl inspected you for a moment, taking a long drag from his stale cigarette and creasing his eye brows. “This is really hard for me to say, but... I wanted you all to know that I'm pregnant.” The words seemed to get stuck tot he inside of your mouth as the group gasped in surprise. “I know it's dangerous and I don't want to be a burden-”

Sasha was quick to cut you off and replied. “You're not a burden.” Her eyes were soft and words calming. “We have dealt with pregnancies before, we can handle this again.” You eyes went around the group, some were hesitant, some were happy and Daryl's was worried as he just stared at you.

A clear smirk spread across Rosita's lips as she quizzed. “So... who's the daddy?” She wiggled her eye brows.

“I, uh, I think it would be best if I didn't say.” You answer and this seemed to peak the interest of a few of your group as they all sat forward. “Does it really matter who it is? I don't want to focus on that, I just want to worry about... this.” You placed your hands on your flat stomach.

Daryl's cheeks were glowing a bright red before he stood up and said. “I'll be on watch tonight.” He threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out before heading over to be sitting on his own amongst some bushes that kept him well hidden.

Clearing your throat softly you looked at the group and said. “I'm going to get an early night. I just need some sleep.” With that you exchanged some more smiles and hugs before heading back to your sleeping bag and closing your eyes thinking about your future, what might happen to you or your baby, or what if Daryl didn't want to be involved.

It didn't take long for you to drop off into a peaceful slumber only to be awoken by a soft shaking, sitting up your eyes were wide as you saw a very tired Daryl above you. “Aren't you meant to be on watch?” You quiz and rub your eyes.

In a gruff tone he replied. “Tyreese took over for me.” Then gazed deeply into your eyes. “Is it mine?” You creased your eye brows for a moment, confused by his forward question before realising what he was asking. “It is mine, isn't it?”

“Of course it's yours.” You answer simply before yawning and moving to be leaning on your elbows. “Do you really think that I would be sleeping with anyone else?” He shakes his head and then sighs putting his head down. “I'm scared too, okay? I'm terrified of the world that we're bringing this baby into, I'm scared that there might be complications...” Suddenly he leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, it made you feel safe for the first time in a long time.

As he pulled away Daryl said. “I get it.” Then nodded his head as you continued to gaze up at him. “I'm going to be here for you and and...” He reached down and rubbed your swollen button. “And our baby no matter what.”

A gasp came from across the room as you looked across to see that Sasha was sitting upright with a look of surprise on her face. “You two?” Daryl growled and put his head down as you began to giggle. “I can't believe that you two were...” She began to laugh. “And now you're having a baby.”

“Who?” Rosita sat upright from where she was laying beside Abraham, everyone seemed to be awake by now. “Seriously? The daddy is Daryl?” He had a maddening blush pulled across his lips now as you smiled and nodded your head softly. “I can't believe it.”

“Alright, that's enough.” Daryl told them in a gruff tone as their laughter died down and most of them returned to sleep. “Well, I don't think that could have gone any worse.” You leaned across and pressed a small kiss to his stubbled cheek. “It's probably best they know the truth, they only would have kept bugging you.”

Giggling you answered. “You're right.” Then leaned back down and said. “We should try and get some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” With that he laid down beside you, it wasn't long before you felt his large, warm hand engulf yours. You didn't say a word, not wanting to scare him away so you just smiled to yourself and just allowed yourself to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

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Ever since a new group had joined your little hidden community you had taken a certain shining to its leader Rick Grimes. From the moment you had set eyes on him you knew something was different, he was scruffy and his beard was overgrown, but there was an air of authority about him that stood proud.

Once they had been assigned their work duties you noticed that Rick had made an attempted to clean himself up in order to look more respectable. He had shaven off his beard and washed away all of the grime that had built up.

The two of you would meet up at in the evening times and just sit looking over the pond talking about stories and experiences before and after humanity had come to an end. Some of this things he would tell you were shocking and spine-chilling, nothing like you had experienced and somehow that made you feel lucky.

You were counting the stock for the canned goods when you heard the door push open, glancing up you smiled as you saw Rick stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, you couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked in his uniform. “Morning.” He greeted with a nod.

“Good morning, Officer.” You smiled as you placed your clipboard down and wandered towards him. “Made any arrests this morning?”

His bright blue eyes ran up and down your body for a moment before he replied. “Not yet.” Rick stepped a little further forward leaving only a little distance between the two of you. “Unless you've been stealing some food?” He cocked an eye brow and you giggled.

Both of you were startled when the door was opened and you looked over to see your mother Deanna standing there with her arms crossed over her chest and stern look on her face. Rick cleared his throat before stepping back and saying. “Good to see everything is in order. Let me know if you need anything.” With that he exited the room.

Deanna watched him leave for a moment before shutting the door and turning back to you saying. “I've been hearing things.” You gave her an inquisitive look. “Some people have seen you meeting up with our new Officer late at night. Want to tell me what that is about?”

Shrugging your shoulders you answered. “I like him. He seems to understand how serious everything is and... and he's done a great job of leading that group so far. It's admirable.” You replied as she cocked an eye brow at you.

“I'm not sure how I feel about that...” Her voice was low for a moment before Deanna took a good look at your face and sighed heavily. “As long as you're sure you know what you're doing.” You gave her a look before she continued. “I'm you're mother, I don't want to see you hurt.”

Wandering over and giving her a loving hug you replied. “I'm not going to get hurt, Rick isn't like that.” Then pulled away grinning at her. “I trust him... and I know that you do too.” Your mother smiled then before turning around and heading out of the room allowing you to continue your work.

There was only one thing that your body really wanted to do and that was completely shut down. You just wanted to be able to give up and not even attempt to continue but there was a nagging voice at the back of your head that kept pushing you to continue, forcing you to survive.

It had truly been amazing to watch the prison rise into a magnificent haven where survivors would flock to for safety and shelter, but heartbreaking when everything had tumbled to the ground being blown apart by the merciless Governor and the group of misfits that he had strung together to bring everything you had all worked so hard for to a crumbling end.

What hurt the most wasn't losing this new home that you had helped create, but the loss of so many survivors, knowing that most of them would meet the same fate of becoming a Walker; having every inch of their humanity striped from them and left as nothing but a shell of a monster with insatiable hunger.

Miraculously you had been one of the few survivors managed to escape practically unscathed. Nothing but a small gash under your eye that was seeping with blood from where a stray bullet had just grazed passed you, but you were just thankful to still have you life - that counted for a lot nowadays.

It was uncertain that you were ever going to be able to see any of your original group ever again, it hurt more as you considered most of them as family members. There was one of them that you thought of as a lover, which was something special in these times. You really prayed that he was alive, life without Rick would be too much to deal with.

Tiredly you stumbled your way through the forest, luckily only having a couple of run-ins with stray Walkers that you were able to deal with easily.

It didn't seem to take you long before you stumbled along at an abandoned railway line and spotted a large poster of a map plastered to a signpost by the side of the tracks. Approaching it you were surprised to see a crudely drawn star towards the centre of a map.

"Sanctuary for all. Community for all. Those who arrive survive." You read the note that went alongside the map. "Terminus." You pondered over it for a moment, this seemed to be a place where your family might head to in order to meet up again as one group, if there was a chance you knew it would be there.

Rummaging around through your satchel you pulled out an almost empty marker pen and wrote in the corner of the map. 'Rick, if your reading this then you'll find me at Terminus.' The tucked the pen away and began your long trek down the tracks towards the rail yard.

It was a long and tiring journey to get to the train station, you had many nights where you had very little sleep threw fear alone, nightmares of what happened at the Prison still fresh in your mind and the thought of now finding Rick again was almost worse than the memories.

In the distance you could see a large brick building, the tracks were leading straight to it and as you got closer you could make out the letters 'TERMINUS' written in large black letters for everyone to see. Finally you had arrived at this place that supposedly held sanctuary for anyone who would arrive - you knew from experience that would eventually be a recipe for disaster.

As you approached the gate you could hear several voices, but it was hard to decipher what they were saying. An older woman rose her gun, pointing in your direction before alerting others to you presence, some came to watch through the chain link fence and others just stayed where they were.

A tall man with shaggy brown hair approached the gate and looked at you for a moment, before a calming smile pulled across his face. "Lower your weapons." He ordered the rest of his group, some of them grumbled but still did what he told them. "Open the gates." They slowed rolled open and you reluctantly stepped inside.

He wandered towards you with a welcoming look on his face before asking. "Did you follow the signs getting here?" You silently nodded your head and he continued. "Did you travel far? You look as if you haven't slept in days." He mentioned as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Clearing his throat then he noticed your uneasiness and said. "I'm sorry, I haven't even introduced myself yet. I'm Gareth." He informed you before eyeing up your weapons that you had holstered. "Just as a precaution we're going to have to take your weapons. I'm sure you understand." You really had no choice but to turn them over.

Reluctantly you unsheathed your trusty machete and handed it over to him alongside your pistol which had only a couple of bullets left in the chamber. Gareth continued speaking then. "Thanks for making that a lot easier than some of our other newcomers." He chuckled and placed a warm hand on your shoulder. "Why don't you come with me, I'll show you around. Where were you before you find out about us?"

In a soft tone you answered. "I was part of a group that made a home in a prison." Slowly he nodded his head as he wandered down a narrow hallway and you followed. "We were attacked and everyone got separated, I only just managed to escape. I hope they find your signs too."

In a caring tone he replied. "If they are smart they'll come here too." He flashed you a smile before unlocking a door and then pushing it open to reveal a room filled with weapons, you assumed it was just the armoury. "I'm just going to put you're weapons in here, don't worry you'll get them back."

It was then that something caught your eye a katana with a white sash wrapped around handle, you knew that it belonged to Michonne. Then you spotted Daryl's crossbow laying there collecting dust and it was then that the horror sunk in, your friends were here and without their weapons. "Everything okay?"

"The people that you stole these weapons from, where are they?" You spat out instinctively going to grab your machete but being reminded that you had already handed it over to this man that you didn't know.

"Easy now." Gareth commanded in a low tone, the welcoming smile from before was now washed away. "So you're the other member that they were talking about." He lifted your own pistol at you and ordered. "Turn around." Pursing you lips you cautiously turned and he grabbed both of your wrists, forcing them together with cable ties.

Lowering the pistol he grabbed your shoulder and began to lead you towards the large building, past some of the survivors that were whispering and giggling in your direction. You couldn't believe that you had walked yourself directly into a trap, just like the rest of your family.

"Ah, what a nice little reunion." Gareth's voice snapped you from your train of thought as you found yourself standing in the middle of a large room that smelt almost too clean, but with a linger stench of copper mixed with it.

It was then that you noticed a line-up of men knelt down by a trough, some of them were already leaning over the side, blood oozing from their necks and down the channel towards the train, fear was pumping through you as you pushed backwards only to hit the chest of Gareth.

Then your eyes caught the couple of remaining survivors that were kneeling there. "Rick." You whimpered, eyes wide and relieved to see him again. He head raised instantly, his own eyes were glistening with tears as he saw you stood there, there were no more words.

Suddenly the sound of several shots were heard from outside of the room and then a huge explosion that shook the entire room, Gareth released you and told the two butchers that stood there with a baseball bat and machete. "After your done here take this one to the train car." With that he ran from the room to see what the commotion was.

One of the men drew back at baseball bat about to connect it painfully with the back of Glenn's head and it was then that Rick sprang up free from his restraints and managed to take out both of the butchers before helping up Bob, Daryl and Glenn before running over to you.

With the quick slip of a knife you were freed and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, he held you very close for a couple of seconds before pulling away and gazing into your eyes and saying. "I thought that I had lost you." You leaned up to press a sweet kiss on his lips.

You were about to reply when Daryl announced in a gruff voice. "Don't mean to break up this moment, but we got to get going before someone else comes in here." The two of you laughed before turning around and following, you were just happy to know that your family was alive and you knew you were going to lose them again.

Terrifying panic was coursing through your veins as you sprinted as fast as your legs could carry you through the derelict department store, hearing the loud footsteps of one of the monsters chasing you angrily, or perhaps it was hungry but either way you weren't going to let it catch you.

When you had first approached it hesitantly, thinking that whomever it was standing there was still living, but the moment they had turned around you knew that there was no life left in him. Thick blood dripping down his chin from his open mouth, teeth stained crimson and the only emotion burning in his eyes was a deep hunger.

Running into a clothes store you hid behind a rack of discount clothes, praying that you had been fast enough to evade the moment, but when a heavy weight came crashing through the rack and knocked you backwards flat onto the ground and then his heavy body found it's way to be on top of yours.

It snapped it's angrily jaws at you, as you attempted to push it away, but whatever this hungry monster was it still seemed to possess it's full strength as it pinned you and all that you could do was keep it at arms length wondering if they could be the end, wondering if you were going to become one of those things.

Suddenly something hit the monster hard on the back of the head and with that it's heavy body slumped over you. It was no longer trying to devour you anymore, just dead completely this time.

A scared scream escaped your lips as you shoved the dead body away from you and it fell to the ground by your side with a soft thud before standing up happy to see a handsome Asian man standing there sweating slightly and holding a baseball bat which was now soiled with blood from the monster he had just put an end to.

In a soft voice you breathed. “You just saved my life.” He adjusted his baseball cap for a moment as he smiled back at you, without a second thought you leapt forward and wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a thankful embrace. “I can't believe that you would do that for a complete stranger.”

Gulping he responded. “I'm, uh, I'm Glenn.” With that you pulled away and cleared your throat  awkwardly before informing him of your name. “I think that we should get up to the roof before that glass breaks.”

Looking over to where he was pointing it was only then that you noticed the thick wall of undead that was only being held back by the thin sheets of glass, they were smacking and snarling at the glass, smearing it with their bloody and and dirty hands, just looking at it made you insides icy cold.

“You're right.” You agreed and he slid his hand within your own before taking you in the direction of the stairwell. “So, do you guys have a camp outside of the city, or something? I've been here for a little and only seen those... things.” You decided.

Glenn answered. “Yeah. Do you have anyone here with you?” Slowly you shook your head and he continued. “Maybe you should come with us? I mean, it's not safe to be on your own anymore, we have to stick together until... until something happens, until help comes.” The two of you stopped and just gazed at each other for a moment.

“I'll come with you, Glenn.” You promised giving him a sweet smile, you knew that this was the beginning of something special and the two of you were going to continue to look after one another no matter what it took.

Alexandria's gate slowly rolled open and Rick launched himself through the narrow space before it was even halfway agape. Looking around for a moment he couldn't help but notice the countless bodies that were lying lifelessly on the ground, civilians standing around them clearly taken aback by what had happened.

Just then he spotted Maggie racing towards him with Carl by her side keeping up with ease. As they approached there was something written in their eyes which made his initial distress begin. “You're back.” His son state with clear relief in his voice as he sheath his weapon once again.

In a gruff voice Rick questioned. “Do you have an update for me?” He looked between the two of them for a moment. “How is everyone? How did this start?”

Maggie was next to speak. “It all happened so quick. They must have been planning this.” She lowered her voice before continuing. “We lost a lot of people before we could get weapons to everyone.” The curly haired man nodded, it was something that he almost expected at this point.

Rick turned his attention to a more personal matter next as he glanced down at Carl and quizzed. “How about your sisters?”

This is what made the two of them go silent for a long couple of seconds which only put him more on edge. “Judith is fine.” He began and Rick nodded softly allowing him to continue. “But, uh... I was at the house protecting Judith and... and...”

Rick muttered your name over his breath. “Is she okay? What happened?” There was sudden panic to his voice as he stepped a little closer to his son who had tears in his eyes.

It was Maggie's turn to speak, as she rested a comforting hand on Carl's shoulder and spoke to his family. “She is alive, that is the important thing. She was attacked by one of those men... and is in the infirmary.” With that Rick took off past the two of them and ran in the direction of the small house they used to fix up their injured people.

Bursting through the door his lower lip shook for a moment as he moved carefully towards your unconscious body. He brushes your hair off your face before allowing tears to escape and crawl down his cheeks. “Wake up. Wake up.” He begged but still you made no movement.

Maggie stepped into the room then. “She was very brave.” He glanced up then still allowing the tears to roll down. “She ran out there to protect someone. In that moment, she was never more like you.” A small smile pulled across her face as she moved a little closer. “You can see it more and more everyday.”

Allowing a heavy sigh to fall from his lips he sat down beside your bed and reached over to take your hand within his own and just waited, it felt as if hours passed, others came by to visit but still you showed no signs of waking up and the bruise on your face was only growing larger.

It was very early morning when finally your eyes fluttered open, Rick's were feeling heavy by this time but as soon as he heard you begin to stir he was wide away. “Sweetheart.” He announced as he leant forward and watched as your eyes adjusted to the light of the room. “I'm here. I'm here.” He promised.

A soft groan escaped your lips as you sat upright. “My face is killing me.” You said as you brought your fingers up to touch the swollen flesh, you turned surprised to see your father sitting there looking overly tired, but very relieved to see you. “You're back.” A smile pulled over your lips.

“I'm back.” He announced giving you a small smile as he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. “I'm not going to leave you again, any of you, I promise.” He gave you a sweet smile which made you feel protect once again, it felt so great to have your father back in town taking charge once again.

The only thought that was rushing through your head was how much you needed to find them, ignoring the fact that your legs were heavy from running, your lungs were burning from having to inhale and exhale at a fast rate but most of all your heart was aching from the thought of even more loss.

“Vince!” Your voice was hoarse as you yelled into the darkening forest, night was fast approaching and that made your situation even more dangerous, you waited for a moment listening for a response. “Freddy!” You hadn't noticed before but hot, thick tears were dripping down your cheeks.

It had been a nightmare when the three of you had been separated during a panic at the make-shift camp that had been set up. Everyone had scattered; Walkers were attacking people, families. The forest seemed like the safest place to go, but now you had lost both of your brothers.

You run came to a stop as you placed both of your hands on your knees and tried to fill your lungs with air, something that seemed impossible at the moment. You knew that you had to think of a new plan, there had to be something to do in order to find them.

It was then that you had been caught of guard, a snarl came from behind you and you were knocked to the ground with one of the undead on top of you snapping his jaws trying to get a bite of your flesh.

You were completely pinned under his heavy weight, even though the former human was decaying it still weighed enough to make you struggle to keep him away from you. Just when you thought it might be the end an arrow flew through the air silent and lodged itself into the monsters head.

A scream came from your mouth as you pushed it off you and climbed to be standing up, trying to run from where the bolt had come from, only to run into the arms of another stranger.

Fighting against them they were too strong for you to get away from. “Stop. Stop. We're not going to hurt you.” His voice was kind, but you knew nowadays words meant nothing they were just empty promises that someone could break so easily. “If we wanted to kill you why would we have saved you from that Walker?”

Allowing a soft breath to fall from your lips you stopped struggling but pushed to be standing away from him. Just standing there you observed him for a moment, he had curly hair that was damp with sweat from the humidity and an unruly beard. “I'm Rick.” He announced, his southern voice was soft. “That's Daryl.”

You spun around and looked at the man standing behind you, dressed in tatty clothing and long brown hair that almost covered his eyes, it was impossible to read any expression from your face. “With all that shouting I'm surprised you didn't attract more Walkers.” Daryl spat out as he slung his crossbow back over his shoulder.

Rick was next to speak. “You said Vince and Freddy, right? Are they family?”  You nodded as you sniffled once again. “Did you lose them?” A tear trickled down your cheek, he exchanged a quick look with Daryl who frowned. “Maybe we can help you search for them.” Your eyes lit up in surprise. “But we need to ask you three questions first.”

“Sure. Anything.” You promised openly.

Taking a deep breath the curly haired man quizzed. “How many Walkers have you killed?” This made you curious as to why he might be asking this kind of question, or how many people he might have asked this question to, clearly he was just trying to figure out what kind of fighting background that you had – or that was what you assumed.

For a moment you had to stop a think. “I don't know... I've... I've lost count.” You decided as he nodded once, it was hard to try and read what he might be thinking.

Rick moved onto his next question. “How many humans have you killed?” This question shocked you at first, but you assumed he was just trying to figure out what type of person you were, maybe what kind of temperament that you had.

“Only one.” Your voice was low as you dropped you head in shame, Daryl's voice came from behind you. “Why?” You hoped that this was the last question.

Gulping you tried to hold back your tears as you thought of your family. “He had a gun to my little brothers head, he wanted our food in exchange for my brothers life.” You whimpered back to him. “Freddy was so scared, I just wanted him to be safe, I was trying to keep him safe.” You justified but still the guilt lingered.

Just then Rick reached across and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, glancing up at him he gazed down at you for a long couple of minutes before replying. “We'll help you find them.” It felt like more of a promise, but somehow made you feel better knowing that you wouldn't be alone anymore.