You were running through the woods away from the group of walkers running after you.
You felt the branches slapping your face as you ran trying to save yourself.You had nothing to defend yourself with,your gun in your holister was empty and your knife fell when you started running.
You tripped over what you thought was a branch sticking out of the ground but was actually a walker trying desperately to take a bite from your flesh.
You heard gunshots and an arrow flew past your head.You looked up and saw three males,a boy with a sheriff's hat on with a gun in hand,a man in a biker vest with a crossbow and another man with a gun pointed at you.
You got up off the ground brushing the dirt off of you.
"What's your name?" The man in the white shirt asked.
"Y/n" you answered.
"What's yours?" You asked eyeing them suspiciously
"Rick.This is my son Carl and my friend Daryl" he said moving his hand from the boy to the other man in the biker jacket
"Do you have a group?"
"No"
"How many walkers have you killed?"
"Lost count at 25"
"How many people have you killed?"
"Three.My mum,dad and my little sister y/s/n"
"We have a group.
We have food,water,clothes"
"What're you getting at here?" You asked
"Join our group." Rick says
You nod and they begin to walk while you trail behind
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The Walking Dead preferences/imagines
FanfictionJust a fangirl writing imagines and preferences for other fangirls of The Walking Dead Plz don't take any ideas of mine. I work really hard on them. Enjoy reading lovies!! All my prefs will include Carl,Glenn,Daryl,Rick. If you w...
