TWD ~ Daryl + Reader ~

Supply Run?

The walls of Alexandria are about the same height as the Hilltop's. But the inside is bigger, they have more people, more weapons. But on top of that, they are also killers. Who knows whether they killed Andy or not.

With a whistle from Daryl's lips the gated entrance opens. With his rifle on his back he walks through, Jesus follows, and you take up the end.

Jesus and you continue to follow Daryl, even when he walks into one of the houses down the street.

The house is clean with furniture all around. There are a few baby toys on the couch along with a teenage boy with a bandage over his right eye.

"Daryl," a man with partly white facial hair walks into the living room from the kitchen, "who do you got with ya?" Daryl moves from where he was standing in the man's view of Jesus and you.

"Jesus and some girl who ain't supposed to be outside of Hilltop."

"We met Hilltop's people."

"Not (Y/NIC)-"

"They don't like people knowing I exist." You interrupt Jesus, and he does it right back.

"That's not-"

"Alright, so Negan doesn't like people knowing I exist." The man looks at you with a confused look, "I'm supposed to be just his or something, but I say fuck him."

The man snickers as he walks up to you and puts his hand out to you, "I'm Rick, Rick Grimes."

You shake his hand, "It's nice to meet you, Rick, I'm (Y/N)."

~2 days later~

Every person inside the walls have weapons. But the one that stands out to you is Daryl. The way he holds his rifle is like he's used to something bigger. But all you ever see him with is the rifle. And his motorcycle.

"Hey." You walk to the front of his bike and stand where you can see the side of Daryl's face as he works on it. He just glimpses up at you, doesn't say anything. "Did you build this by yourself?" He huffs and puts his eyes back on his motorcycle as he continues working on it. "My pops had one once. I stole it one night when I was 16. I rammed into a tree, my right knee is a piece of shit because of it."

"Maybe dat's why ur people don't let ya outside the walls."

"Nah," you move to sit on the steps behind where Daryl is kneeled beside his bike, "I used to go out on supply runs all the time, I'm a good shot."

"Now they just keep ya inside 'cause some dead prick said so?" Daryl asks as he wipes his hands on a rag from his pocket and moves to sit next to you on the steps. "Ain't that shit."

"You either gave Negan what he wanted or he would kill people." You look down at your hands as your right-hand starts to squeeze your left index finger. "He took my brother." Daryl looks at you with his blue eyes, "He wanted me but he took my brother."

"Why?" Daryl's look is full of confusion but his confusion disappears when a car pulls up in front of you on the road. "Hey, Daryl, you coming?"

"Yeah, go on." The car rolls down the street and waits at the gate.

"Where are you going?" You ask as Daryl stands up from the steps and moves to straddle his bike with his rifle on his back.

"Supply run." Daryl starts his bike and gets ready to kick back his kickstand when he looks over at you and asks, "Ya wanna come?"

Without even thinking twice, you stand up, and say; "Yeah."

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For the first few miles, the want to get off the bike is overpowering. Memories of crashing and how your pops used to use the pieces of his bike to hit your mom and your brother rush through your mind.

Your arms grip around Daryl's abdomen, apparently tighter than you thought, due to Daryl slightly turning his head to ask, "Ya al'ight?"

"Fine." You yell from behind him, "I'm good." You start to loosen your arms, "I'm good."