Norman Reedus Imagines

Heartbeat (1) (Daryl)

- Imagine: The group kneels before Negan, a victim still to be chosen. What happens when the love of Y/N's life gets chosen?

*Extremely heavy and depressing chapter ahead-

"You know, you didn't have to come with me." She said, looking back at him while he followed close behind.

"I know." He said, pulling her back to him. "But I did."

She laughed and struggled to free herself from his grasp. However, her attempts were no match for his strength. After the playful banter died down, he stood there with her in his arms, watching her breathing slow, placing his in rhythm with hers. She stopped for a moment and placed her hands over his, gently grabbing them so she could hold him just a little closer. Taking one step forward, she led the way as he stepped in her tracks, step by step they walked in sync, eventually to the point where she stood on his feet and let him carry her down the path.

They were damaged people, not capable of sharing the slightest bit of affection towards another person they didn't know. He had a troubled past, a broken childhood. She went through the rough teenage years, struggling to find where she truly belonged.

Their ongoing battle against the world was pushed aside with a simple hello. From then on they were inseparable. Almost as if they never had anything to fear, past or present, they fell hand in hand with each other. Without him she was lost, and without her he was alone.  Since the start of the end of the world, they were by each other's side, more than ever before.

He stopped for a brief moment and listened to the space around them.  She noticed him holding his breath and wanted to question but was shushed almost instantly.

He took his crossbow and scanned the woods, looking for any sign of movement.

"Daryl?" She spoke, her voice laced with fear as she spoke. He ignored her at first and continued to search until she said his name again, but with much more force and volume.  Spinning around to see a gun pressed up against the side of her head, his first instinct was to fight. She shook her head in denial, trying to signal that something was wrong. He didn't get the message until a gun was now aimed at his head as well.  Both of them not taking their eyes off one another.

One of the men slightly kicked the back of her heel and shoved her forward whilst still latched on to the back of her shirt. "Move." He said with little to no sympathy. Daryl sat and watched while she was led to the back of a truck, his mind everywhere at once. Moments later he too was forced to walk, step by step he made it there, but not without a fight.

Just as he loaded him into the back of the truck, Daryl turned and sent his fist straight into the guys face, knocking him back a little. "Daryl don't!" She yelled, gripping his free arm and pulling him back to her. His heavy breathing, powered by his anger slowed down being in her grasp.

The man stood up and wiped his nose, seeing blood coat the side of his hand. He started to laugh, confusing both of them.

"You're gonna regret you ever did that." He said while slamming the doors, closing them in and leaving them in complete darkness. 

The ride to wherever they were taking them seemed to take forever.  They sat beside each other, silent as could be in that moment.

Daryl could hear her softly crying, scared for what could happen. He placed his hand over hers and rubbed small circles on the back of her hand with his thumb, attempting to calm her down. She looked at him with watery eyes, while she saw nothing but concern in his. Almost like she was squeezing a stress ball, she gripped his hand with full force while he held hers lightly, afraid to hurt her.