TWD Daryl X Reader

Chapter 1

A/N: Basically yall are gonna watch twd with me butttt I rewrite a bit so that you the reader is involved enjoy :)

Also I write by episode so that's why it's hella long if you want me to split it in two just let me know and I may change it.

Character background: Hershel and Otis are father figures to the reader, Hershel took you in when your parents died in a car crash when you and Maggie were in high school. Maggie and Beth are basically your sisters and Patricia is pretty much your mom. You and Maggie are the suppliers of the farm, you go on runs with her and hunt when you need fresh food. Your weapon of choice is a compound bow and arrow, I know cliche. Also I'm like two feet tall irl so I also made the character short though it won't affect the story.

I was sitting on the porch sharpening my hunting knives when I saw someone running through the field. It was moving too fast and it looked like it was carrying something so I knew it wasn't a walker. "Hershel!" I called him outside after realizing it was a man carrying a child.

The Green family came running out after hearing the panic in my voice. They stood still for a moment before Hershel broke the silence taking a step forward towards the man "Was he bit?"

"No, shot by your man." he was almost up at the house so we went down to meet him.

"Otis?" Patricia asked.

"He said find Hershel. Is that you?", I could hear the worry in his voice he definitely cared for this boy. Hershel nodded his head in response.

"Help me, help my boy." he pleaded.

"Get him inside" Hershel turned around and began leading him in "Patricia I need my full kit. Maggie, painkillers coagulates, grab everything. Y/N, clean towels, sheets, alcohol. In here" he removed the comforter off the bed to make space for the young boy.

The man in the sheriff hat set him down gently before Hershel began speaking again "Pillowcase."

"Is he alive?", the man asked.

"Pillowcase quick", Hershel ignored his question.

"I-Is he alive?", the man asked again tripping over his words.

"Fold it make a pad", Hershel instructed. "Put pressure on the wound."

We were all working behind them getting everything Hershel might need prepared. I handed Hershel the stethoscope from his kit, "I've got a heartbeat, it's faint."

"I've got it, step back" Patricia said.

The man didn't move. "Maggie IV", Hershel called.

"We need some space", Maggie said trying to move him away from the bed.

"Your name?", Hershel asked.

"R-r-rick, I-I'm Rick", he stuttered.

"Rick we're gonna do everything we can okay? You need to give us some room. Now."

The man stepped back a little but didn't fully leave, that's when I heard the yelling, "Move!", the voice said. I looked out the window and saw a tall man with black hair and a gun running through the field with Otis trailing a little bit behind him.

The man in the sheriff hat saw them too and began walking out of the house to them, I followed not to far behind since I didn't want to crowd the room and the others knew how to handle the situation in there better than I do.

When we made it outside Otis spoke immediately "He's alive? Is he still alive" Rick stood silent and took off his hat before wiping his face smearing blood all over it.