Daryl x Reader And Norman x Reader

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Imagine: You are Patricia and Otis’ adoptive daughter, and when the farm is taken over by walkers you are devastated by the news that Patricia (your mom) is dead too and you want to go back to the farm and Daryl stops you. Can you make it romantic? Like have Daryl be in love with you.

This story takes place in the last episode of season 2 of The Walking Dead.

You didn’t know who was alive. Everyone separated and you could only hope they were all okay. Millions of questions crossed you mind, they terrorized you and forced you to stop the vehicle you were driving and cry.

What happened to mom?

Am I the only one left?

What if they didn’t make it?

Did Randall cause all that to happen?

If he did, what if he is holding everyone hostage?

Did Daryl, Glenn, Rick, and Shane ever make it back?

Should I go back to the farm?

All your thoughts and sobs were blinding your ability to think straight. The panic of thinking you were completely alone was making you lightheaded, but the next second you managed to get a grip on yourself and a thought came to your mind. Rick was always going on about the highway they lost that little girl in, they were always going back there, maybe if I go and wait there a few minutes I’ll find them.

You started your engine and headed toward the only place you were hoping they were at, that little amount of hope did not stop the tears from overflowing out of your eyes.

The drive took a lot longer than you had expected, mostly because you were avoiding hitting cars that were just abandoned on the side of the road. The spot you were looking for in the highway was coming close and your heart skipped beat when you saw the all too familiar cars parked together in that same spot.

You pulled your car over and ran out of it, Maggie and Beth giving you the warmest hug, a hug much needed. You three were always like sisters, Maggie the oldest, you, and Beth. You smiled and looked around noticing that you were probably the last one to arrive, but the face you were looking for was nowhere in sight, and the looks everyone was giving you weren’t helping.

“Where’s my mom?” You asked, you could feel your bottom lip quivering. You turned to look over at Herschel who was serious and avoiding eye contact with you “Uncle?”

“I’m so sorry honey, she, she didn’t make it.” Maggie broke into tears the minute you let out a loud sob.

“Oh my God! No please no! No! Please not this! Mom!” The pain in your chest only grew by the second. Beth held your hand and Maggie hugged you, your tears and sobs muffled by her chest.

“She’s got a fever.” Maggie placed on of her hands on your forehead.

“Is she bitten?” Carol asked, everyone with the knowledge that having a fever is one of the signs that you have been infected was left to assume such conclusion.

Whatever they said after that didn’t really matter because your vision began to blur and you found yourself hitting the concrete.

You woke up to the sound of everyone arguing. They all seem to be fighting over something with Rick. Actually it looked more like a one-sided argument, because Rick just seemed to be yelling at all of them.

You stood up Daryl being the only one who noticed walked up to you.

“You all right?” He asked, his blue eyes burning through your soul. You had only been caught under their fire once or twice.

“I’m fine. I just need my car keys.” You said reaching for you shoes and placing the on your bear feet.

“For what?” He questioned taking a hold of your arm, realizing he had laid his hands in you after you flinched from the pain of his grasp.

“I’m going to go get my mom.” You said avoiding his eyes.

“Beth said they saw her go down.”

“You don’t understand! If the walkers got her then I can’t just let them finish eating her flesh and leaving her to the bone as if she was a decomposing body. How many people do I have to lose before you guys understand that I am completely alone? I can’t let her become a walker. I just don’t think I can live with the guilt of leaving her there like that. That’s why I have to go back to the farm.” The tears once again beat you before you could even fight them.

“I ain’t gonna let ya go.” The tone of his voice, his thick accent reminding you that not so long ago you were crushing on this man. This man who only worried about his group, this man who had only spoken to you once when he was shot by Andrea and you had to feed him, and only to tell you that he can do all the shit by himself and that he didn’t need a little girl babysitting him.

“Surely to you it doesn’t matter if I go or stay.” You said quietly like a child taking back to their parents silently but he caught every word you said.

“Well what are you gon’ tell Hershel? Maggie? Or Beth? Were you planning on saying anything at all?” He caught you, your plan was only to tell Rick and just walk off, after all no one had a right to stop you.

“What about my mom? She is probably turned by now.” You looked around but noticed everyone was engrossed in the argument to even notice you and Daryl were having an argument of your own.

“You’re right. She probably is turned. So if you go back there you must be prepared to have the memory of your mom trying to eat you be the last thing you remember about her. Cause don’t be stupid to think that she will remember who you were and that she’ll run up to you and hug you. No, the only reason why she will even go near you will be because you look appetizing enough to be dinner.” His word were harsher than your reality, you really didn’t think of it like that, all you thought was that you will see her and just shoot.

“Then what do I do? Do I just sit here and think that some other asshole will do it? What no one ever puts her out of her misery?” You asked. You looked into Daryl’s eyes and saw them softening.

“Her blood won’t be on your hands.” He spoke softly, not like him at all. “You can fight to stay alive because that’s what she wanted for you, and in case it gets too hard, I got your back.”