Requested: No. But, this is actually based on a true story, it was honestly the worst and my mind obviously went to ‘what if this situation happened with a CM character’ and so here we are!
Summary: When you come home from a long day from work and you find out your keys are not in your bag, you get help from a stranger who happens to be incredibly good looking…
Word Count: 1,064, Warnings: None.
Goosebumps formed on your soft skin as you walked on the streets of Washington D.C. to your apartment. The cold air brushing against your body made you regret not bringing a jacket to work that morning. All you could think about was getting into a warm bath, putting on your most comfy pyjamas and binge watching ‘Friends’. You rubbed your bare arms, teeth chattering at the wind as you walked down the road to your apartment complex. Your neighbour had just entered in before you and so they held the door for you. You politely thanked them as you attempted to keep open your tired eyes as you walked up to the third floor.
One of the most gratifying parts of being in actor is all of the people you get to come across creatively, but also all of these characters that you get to dive into and sort of take a piece of them away with you. You hope, at least with the ones that you love, you get to keep them as friends in the back of your pocket for when you need them.
HAVE SOME COMPOSURE WHERE IS YOUR POSTURE OOOOH NOO NOOOOO YOURE PULLING THE TRIGGER PULLING THE TRIGGER OOOOHHH HAVE SOME COMPOSURE WHERE IS YOUR POSTURE OOOHHH NOO NOOO YOURE PULLING THE TRUGGER PULLING THE TRIGGER
Here’s another shit imagine, lol. This is pre-season 6 or 5, idk I forgot which season it was when the group first get to Alexandria.
Imagine: Daryl, Glenn, and Tara saving you from a herd of walkers.
You had been in sticky situations
before. Although, you weren’t really sure how you had gotten into this one. You stared out the glass doors
as walkers pushed against the door trying to get in. You pursued your lips
before smacking them with disapproval before continuing your search for
anything useful in this small, hick store. The walkers moaned and banged
against the glass and you knew it wouldn’t take long for them to break through
the already straining glass. You hadn’t meant to trip off the damn alarm to the
damn car you were picking through.
You picked through the clothing
store and stuffed a few cute shirts into your backpack and even a new bra or
two. You found a flashlight with working batteries and opted to take that too.
“Why is it always me getting into trouble?” You mumbled as made way towards the
back of the store with your machete in your hands, “I mean, how does is that
alarm still working?” You asked yourself as you peeked into the back and saw
the back door probably leading to the alley.
You grumbled about your bad luck and
opened the door. You looked outside and saw that the cost was clear. With a
relieved sigh, you pushed the door open and stepped out of the store just when
you heard the glass door in front of the store breaking. You made your way to
the fight and turned the corner to get back onto the main street when you came
to see a large group of walkers.
One of them saw you and well, it
began to hiss aggressively and make way towards you. You sighed as the other
walkers took note of the commotion and made way to you. You turned around and
your body gave a chilling shudder when you took note of the walkers pouring out
of the damn store. “What, how did they get through the store so fast?” You
muttered with agitation ignoring the sense of dread and fear in your mind.
You glanced around and saw that
there was a dumpster pushed up against a wall where you saw one of those metal
ladders leading up to the roof of the store. Without a second thought, you were
on that dumpster and jumping to reach the end of the ladder. Your momentarily
airborne and your hands grips the bar of the ladder but the rusty old thing
snaps and you fall on your back on top of the dumpster.
You groaned as a hot rush of pain
sweeps through your back. You barely hear the moans of hunger before a undead,
gross hand is grabbing at your hair. You’re on your feet and reaching for your
machete, only to realize that you dropped it. Panic was beginning to fill you
as the walkers surround you, but luckily the dumpster was wide enough so that
you stayed rooted in the middle and the walkers couldn’t reach you.
You were surrounded and stuck on
this fucking dumpster.
You groaned, “Why did it have to be
me!?” You shout with evident anger.
The walkers react to your loud
voice. You felt like punching the damn brick wall next to you. You gaze around
and wonder if you could somehow climb up to where the rest of the ladder is
hanging. “Looks like you’re in a pickle.” A light male voice called not behind
the mass of walkers with two others—a redneck man wielding a cross bow and a
curvy woman with black hair. The male who spoke was Asian looking but you
weren’t sure what he was exactly.
You sighed, “If you’re here to steal
my shit, I can assure you the bras I got don’t fit her.” You jerk your thumb to
the curvy woman who laughs. Her breasts look a lot bigger then yours.
The redneck snorts before the group
of three quickly made work of the herd of walkers. The dozen or so group of
undead was officially dead. You
sighed with relief and counted your lucky stars as you jumped down from the
dumpster, “Thanks, dudes. I swear, I thought I was done for that time.” You
thanked as the woman handed you your machete.
“You alone?” She asked with a frown.
You nod, “I used to run with a group
but they became wild so, I spilt and I’ve been on my own for a while.” You
shrugged. You figured traveling alone beat having to deal with the problems
that groups usually faced.
by the way.” The woman smiled at you kindly.
You grinned back, “I’m Y/N.” You
introduced as you wiped the sweat off your brow.
“This is Daryl and I’m Glenn.” The
Asian man followed the introductions. The redneck grunted in greeting before
turning around to keep an eye of any wandering walkers.
“Thanks again for the save, guys. I
really appreciate it.” You thanked once more, “You wouldn’t want that bra as
payment, right?” You jokingly said to Tara.
Tara laughed, “I like you, hey, Glenn do
you think we can bring her back to our place?” Tara
asked before you shook your head.
“I think I’m good. I learned that
large groups are trouble.” You said honestly while you rolled on the back of
your heels. Your eyes were briefly going to eye the handsome redneck who looked
bored out of his mind.
“It must suck being on your own
though,” Glenn frowned surprised by your decline, “Especially since you’re a
You chuckle, “It does get lonely but
I don’t know.” Your last encounter with a large group ended up with them being
fucking cannibals. Luckily, you told them you were going out hunting and
managed to escape from there.
“At least come with us and try it
out. I mean, I don’t want to leave a girl alone. You don’t even look like
you’ve been fed in a while.” Tara pointed out.
You sighed and looked down at your
decreasing body. “One night.” Glenn persisted.
“I mean,” You mumbled feeling a bit
unsure. You were scared to suddenly join a new group. I mean, these people did save you instead of shooting you and
taking your stuff.
“Girly, you’re coming with us
because you look like you’re nothing but skin and bones.” The redneck snapped,
his patience running out. “You’ll be safe with us. If we wanted to fucking hurt
you then we already would have done so.” He says with irritation thick in his
Glenn and Tara are laughing at the
shocked expression on your face.
You finally smile and nod, “One
night.” You agree.
“Fucking finally.” Daryl muttered
moving down the alley to get back to home.