Dwight King

Preference: How You Meet


Warnings: Cursing but I think that’s it

Note: Sorry the Negan one is so long. I wanted his exact words, but then he talked for fucking forever. I ended up giving up and cutting him off.

Rick Grimes

“And who might that be?” Asked Rick, pointing to a girl with (h/l), (h/c) hair teaching kids how to shoot a bow.

“That,” replied Morgan, “is Y/n. Why do you ask?”

“I guess she just caught my eye.”

Although Rick had come to talk to your leader Ezekiel about an impending war, he might just have to stay a little while longer now.


“Pissing our pants yet?” Said the man, who you assumed was Negan, as he stepped out of the RV. The man sent shivers up your spine. “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close. Yep, it’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon. Which one of you pricks is the leader?” You stayed kneeling on the ground, terrified of what may happen. Negan was holding a baseball bat with what looked like barbed wire on the end, and you had a feeling it wasn’t used for anything cute or cuddly.

“This one,” said one of the men from the treeline. “He’s the guy.” He pointed to Rick. You assumed that by ‘he’s the guy’, the man didn’t just mean the leader. Rick was the guy who took down the outpost, along with the rest of you. Negan sighed.

“Hi. You’re Rick, right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people.” Negan sounded almost excited, nearly joking. Although he was completely serious and obviously very angry, the man was somehow able to sound lighthearted. And it was more terrifying than if he were angry. “Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea, how not cool that shit is. But, I think you’re going to be up to speed shortly.”

What did this man have planned here? You thought. Surely he was going to kill all of you. You only hoped it would be quick, and that the damn bat was just for show.

“You are so going to regret crossing me in a few minutes.” Said Negan softly, looking dangerously into Rick’s eyes as if he were searching them for Rick’s emotions. Then he smiled a terrifying smile. “Yes, you are.”

Everything about the situation was unsettling, and every fiber of your being was screaming at you to run. If you weren’t frozen in fear, if you weren’t afraid of the men surrounding you, you would have. But even though all of your sensors were buzzing, you knew that if you moved you would die.

“You see, Rick, whatever you do- no matter what- you don’t mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this. And it’s really very simple. SO even if you’re stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes.” Said Negan. With every word, his speech grew longer and your heart beat faster. Every beat of your heart filled you with dread and made you sink lower to the ground. “Pay attention. Give me your shit, or I will kill you.” RIck looked up at Negan, although he was obviously afraid your strong leader still managed to show defiance on his features.

“Today was a career day. We invested a lot of time so that you would know who I am, and what I can do. You work for me now.” For the first time, Negan made eye contact with you as he paced in front of the group. “If you have shit,” he smiled cockily, “you give it to me. That’s your job.” He continued to pace, looking at every single one of your friends.

“Now I know, that is a big, nasty pill to swallow. But swallow it,” continued Negan, sneaking a glance back at you to wink, “you most certainly will.” It disgusted you. Had you been meeting any other way, you would have been able to take in his strong, broad shoulders and neatly trimmed beard. Now, however, all you could notice was the bad in his hands and the hate in his heart. You could not see the beauty in a man who you were sure would kill somebody tonight, and no doubt take pleasure in doing so.

“So, Rick.” Said Negan as he walked back towards you, a suffocating fear making its way up your insides and into your throat. “What have we got here?” Negan got close to your face, close enough that you could smell the leather of his jacket and feel the warmth of his breath. Mustering all the courage you could, you spoke.

“My name is Y/n.”

“Damn, a woman who speaks up herself instead of letting their leader do it.” Negan smirks. “I happen to find that pretty fucking attractive.”

“Fuck you.” You said, even though all of your cells screamed at you to let it go. However, even through your fear you knew that this would be a big moment and that you needed to stand up for yourself.

“Well lookie here at that!” Boomed Negan. “She’s got quite the mouth on her. I wonder what else it could do.” Negan stood up, pointing at the treeline. “Simon, get her in the RV.”

Ignoring your protests, screams and kicking, the man named Simon grabbed you and dragged you to the RV. And in that moment, you knew that your life was going to change completely.

Daryl Dixon

Y/n,” said Daryl as he came around the corner. The two of you had a few classes together but never talked other than maybe saying “excuse me” in the high school’s hallways.

“What do you want?” You ask softly, wiping away your tears in an attempt to look less weak.

“I, uh, heard what Merle said to you today at school.” He said quietly, making his way over to where you sat.

“Well, don’t worry about me,” you muttered with a sniffle, “he’s right. Besides, I know he’s your brother. Have you come to make fun of me too?” Daryl immediately grabbed your face softly, making you look into his eyes.

“Y/n, he may be my brother. But that doesn’t mean I agree with him. He told you that you were flat-chested and ugly, but I came here to tell you that it’s a damn lie.” Said Daryl truthfully, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your temple, surprising you. After doing so, he hurriedly got up and rushed out the door, leaving you to process what the hell had just happened, and what the hell he had meant.

Glenn Rhee

You open the door to your apartment as you hear a soft knock. You had ordered pizza nearly half an hour ago, and you were starving.

“So, that’s a medium (Favorite topping/s) pizza, an order of breadsticks, and a small-” said the delivery boy, cutting himself off when he looked up from the receipt to look at you. “Cheesy bread,” he finished.

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” You say, deciding to ignore his odd behavior. “The girl on the phone said it would be around $25, is that right?”

“Y-yea. It comes to $22.29.” He said, stuttering and blushing after he did so. 

“Here, I’ll give you a twenty and a five, keep the change.” You said, handing him the money in exchange for the food. “Hey, are you alright?” You asked the boy.

“I’m okay.” He said, turning to walk away as you closed the door. “Wait,” he said before you could close the door completely. You open it back up.


“Could I maybe, get your number?” He asked, looking into your eyes. You could tell he was nervous. You smiled, he was pretty cute.

“Here,” you say, flipping over the receipt and writing your phone number on the back using a pen you borrowed from him. You gave the receipt back to him, and he seemed a bit shocked. “My name’s Y/n, by the way.”

“I’m Glenn. Glenn Rhee.”

Abraham Ford

Hearing a car coming down the street from your current hideout in a small boutique, you ran outside. Whatever had been going on had not been happening for too long yet, only a couple weeks to a month, but you knew by now that those things couldn’t drive.

When you made it outside, you saw that it was actually a large truck travelling down the street. Hoping they would stop, you made your way into the road and began waving your arms. The truck slowed to a stop and two men got out. The man who seemed to be in charge walked closer to you, pointing a gun. His hair was fire-red and his mustache matched.

“Who are you?” Boomed his voice.

“M-my name is Y/n.” You replied meekly, afraid of the gun he was brandishing, or rather the fact that it was pointed at your head.He noticed your fear and realized that you meant no harm. He pointed the gun at the ground instead.

“Well Y/n, I’m Sergeant Abraham Ford. Pleased to meet you.” He said.

“Uh, nice to meet you too.”

“This,” he said as he motioned to a man behind him sporting a dark mullet, “is Eugene. He’s a scientist. He knows how to put a stop to this whole thing, all we have to do is get him to Washington D.C.”


“You’re welcome to come with us. I’ve been missing the company of a woman.” Abraham smirked, and you let out a small laugh. Maybe a group was what you needed in this apocalypse.


Carl Grimes

Carl spotted you as he walked around Alexandria a couple days after they arrived. The sun was just setting, and it illuminated your face beautifully as he passed you. He smiled in your direction, and you returned the smile. He took that as an invitation to speak.

“I’m Carl, my dad’s the leader of the group that just arrived here.” He said, extending his hand. You took his hand, shaking it and feeling the callouses.

“I’m Y/n, I’ve lived here for almost 6 months.” You reply.

“Well Y/n, I hope I get the chance to see more of you.” Said Carl as you parted ways.

“Me too Carl. Me too.”

King Ezekiel

After wandering on your own after your group was attacked by a horde of walkers, you were luckily found by two men on horseback wearing full body armor. They took you back to their home, calling it ‘The Kingdom’, which wasn’t a bad name considering the fact that it was huge. After a day to get cleaned up a bit and rest after weeks in the woods, they took you to meet their leader. Expecting a creepy older man calling himself ‘King’, you were politely surprised when you looked into Ezekiel’s big brown eyes.

“What is your name, my lady?” Asked the King in a deep voice you could certainly get used to.

“Uh, my name is Y/n,” you say awkwardly, unsure if you were supposed to bow or not.

“Well, Lady Y/n, I am King Ezekiel. Welcome to the Kingdom.”

Paul “Jesus” Rovia

This was it. After years of going strong, this is how you would meet your end. Standing on the roof of your car that had shut down, you looked down at the walkers surrounding. Although there were only three, there was no way you could evade them without risking severe injury to yourself. And thanks to your forgetfulness, all of your weapons were still in your car. You screamed in vain, knowing that nobody would hear you. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before you would have to give in and let the monsters devour you.


A loud noise from behind you made you jump, almost losing your balance on the vehicle. You turned to see a figure pulling his knife out of the walker’s head before proceeding to the next. You watched as the figure easily plunged the knife into the second walker’s skull, and then the third’s. After they were finished, they looked up at you, extending a hand. You took it and allowed them to help you off the car. The figure pulled down the bandana covering the majority of their face to reveal the very handsome man beneath.

“My name’s Paul, but mostly everyone calls me Jesus. What’s yours?”

“My name’s Y/n, and everyone mostly calls me Y/n.” You reply, trying to be witty. It works, and Jesus cracks a small smile.

“Y/n, would you like to come back with me to the Hilltop? It’s a group of survivors. It would be better than out here on your own.”

You nod, following him after grabbing a backpack full of supplies from your now-useless car.


“Hey,” came a voice softly as the bench next to you squeaked. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around, and you were sitting by yourself at lunch so I just assumed.”

You turned to see the source of the voice only to freeze. The man you recognized as Negan’s right-hand man was staring back at you. You just stared, not saying anything. Suddenly the man got up to leave.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I forgot about the whole face thing. I’m just going to-” he stopped as you touched his arm.

“Yes, I’m new.” You responded. “I’m sorry too, I’m just surprised that you would be talking to me. Aren’t you usually with Negan?”

“Well I couldn’t just let a pretty girl sit by herself, could I?” Replied the man as he sat back down with a smile. You blushed and looked away. “So what’s your name?” He asked.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n.”

“Well, I’m D. Or Dwight. You can call me either.” He told you with a smile. You could get used to seeing this ‘Dwight’ more often.


“Well, well, well.” Said a man’s voice as a dark figure approached your hiding spot in the abandoned warehouse. A man with a mustache peered behind the boxes, looking at you. “What have we got here?”

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, “I didn’t know somebody was already here. I thought this place was empty. I’ll just leave, please don’t hurt me.”

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on hurting you. I don’t like hurting pretty women. Do you want to leave this warehouse? And leave the life of running from place to place to avoid becoming walker food?”

You nodded.

“Well then honey, come back with me. We call ourselves the Saviors, and as long as you contribute you can make our Sanctuary your home. I’m Simon.”

“I’m Y/n.”

Merle Dixon

As a newcomer to Woodbury, they quickly put you to work in the small hospital due to your experience as a nurse before the apocalypse.

“Y/n,” said Linda, the head nurse, and your boss. “You’ll be taking care of Merle Dixon today. You haven’t met him yet, he just got back from a run. He only has a few minor wounds, but he can be a huge pain to us nurses. I know you haven’t been here long, I can take care of it if you would like.”

“Linda, I may not have been here long. I have however had my fair share of difficult patients. I think I can manage.” You say, waving her off as you make your way into the room he was supposed to be waiting in.

“Suit yourself,” she said and went back to whatever paperwork the Governor was wanting her to fill out.

You walked down the hallway until you found room 3, the name on the door reading “Merle”. You opened the door slowly, peering in to make sure he wasn’t sleeping. A man, who you assumed was Merle, was sitting on the bed with his legs swung over the edge. 

“Merle?” You questioned, bringing his attention to you as you shut the door quietly behind you.

“Well shit, they sure have upgraded the nurses since I left.” He said with a smirk. You blushed at the compliment.

“Well thank you, I think. What seems to be the problem?” You ask, trying to ignore the eyes on your body as you looked at the table full of supplies in the corner of the room.

“Well Sugar, I just got back from a run and I happened to get a little banged up. Just a couple of cuts is all, nothing major but the Governor was wanting me to come in any way.” Merle said. You grabbed a couple of bandages and supplies to clean any existing wound and got to work.

“So, you never told me your name.” Said Merle as you wrapped a larger cut on his arm, pretending not to notice how well-built he was.

“My name’s Y/n.” You told him.

“Well Y/n, I am glad I got to meet you. Because you are one hot nurse.”


Preference "How they react when they hear you sleep talking"

(Firstly sorry for posting so late, I got busy :( and secondly sorry if some seem similar I just couldn’t find other ways for them to react XD So i really tried my best to make them all different. PS. They’re talking to themselves XD Gifs not mine/found them on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d have the reflex to always answer you immediately whether you say something weird or not. However, he’d then realize something off and shift to your side to look at you super closely. He’d then realize his mistake and start laughing to himself. “Fucking shit…Y/N…you’re at it again…talking in your sleep…Here I thought you wanted to keep me company…whatever that doesn’t mean I can’t hug you…”

Daryl-When he hears you sleep talking, at first he wouldn’t be too sure of what was happening. He’d wondered if you were awake and turn to your side of the bed to wave his hand in front of you and spend quite some time inspect you. When he’d realize you were asleep, he’d end up smiling and tuck you in even more. "Seriously, Y/N…what kind of grown up talks to themselves in their sleep…you’re a weird one…but I still love you…”

Rick-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d usually wake up just to listen to whatever you have to say. Sometimes it made him laugh, even making it hard for him to control it but sometimes it was just sweet it and melted his heart. He’d then just turn over to your side and wouldn’t be able to keep himself from smiling and getting closer to hug you and kiss your cheek. “Even in your sleep you’re sweet Y/N…and you love me so much…I must be lucky to have you…”

Merle-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d end up not sleeping for most of the night. As soon as he’d hear you he’d turn over to check you and grin to himself as he’d get closer to you. He’d start to talk back to you, questioning you about whatever he wants to hear, usually questions about your feelings for him or just about your sexual fantasies. “Oh…so what else do you like about me? Actually no…Y/N…I want you to be real honest here…what’s dirtiest thing you want me to do to you…”

Glenn-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d start to laugh and just try his best to keep it in. He’d find it adorable that you did that in your sleep and would just want to pinch your cheeks but hearing you say weird things would just make him laugh more than anything else. “What the hell Y/N…How can you be as hilarious asleep as you are awake…Great now I can’t sleep because of you…”

Carl-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d usually be asleep as well. You would usually be both sleep talking to one another and it seemed to always happen when one of you start it. It would make everyone else around laugh and try to join in so you’d both just say weird and regretful things. “Y/N…you’re just jealous…of me…cause of my hat…I see you looking at it…But i’m not giving it sorry…”

The Governor-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d find it adorable and just shift on the bed to get closer to you. He’d listen trying to figure out what was happening in your mind and wouldn’t be able to stop smiling whenever he realizes your having a dream about him. “Even in your dream I love you that much…good…it’s how it should be…”

Abraham-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d smirk to himself and try to carry a conversation with you. He knew it could get weird talking to you when you’re asleep but he’d just love it that way. He’d then end up spending most of the night propped up on one arm and just stare at you sleepily. “Goodness Y/N…how can you get this weird in your dreams…I always thought you were a sane person…”

Eugene-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d get startled and try to figure what was going on. He’d turn to you but still kept his eyes shut and just start to ramble along with you when your sleep talk just seems natural. However, once it gets weird he’d then just stop and awkwardly just wrap his arm around you. “I should’ve guessed you were asleep…man i’m such weirdo thinking you were talking to me at this hour…”

Ron-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d be able smile and laugh. To hear you, it was just another reason for him to feel a little happier and he’d end up whispering nice things about you in hopes you’d end up waking up as well. “I like you Y/N…I like the way you smile at me…the way you look at me…and I like everything else about you…”

Jesus-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d wake up and start to chuckle. He’d get closer to hear you and hug you from behind resting his head on you and sleepily answer back to you only to wake you up. “Yeah…I like you…I like you a lot actually…I mean there’s a reason we’re together…so yeah…oh you’re awake now!”

Dwight-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d slowly wake up smiling and jokingly cup your face as if to talk to you. He’d end up just staring at you, enjoying looking at your lips slightly moving to form words and he’d end up laughing at himself for doing what he was doing. “I’m sorry Y/N…I seem like a freaking weirdo…gosh why am i apologizing, you’re asleep and probably can’t hear me…”

Morgan-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d genuinely think you were awake talking to him and casually just start to answer. Sometimes it can get strangely deep but sometimes he realizes your answers were starting to get weird and that’s when he’d slowly turn to look. “Y/N? Y/N…damn it…again…i’m talking to you in your sleep…why do I keep doing this to myself…”

Shane-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d usually smile and turn over to you. He’d prop himself on one arm and start to stroke your hair hoping you’ll have a good sleep. However, whenever he realizes you were having a rather dirty dream he’d casually slip his hand under the blanket and into your pants. “Oh Y/N…I know what you need…”

Milton-When he hears you sleep talking, at first he’d tense up thinking you were angry about something as it was late at night but once he realizes you were saying sweet things about him, he’d get flustered. He’d try to stay still as much as he could and just want to listen to everything you have to say. “Y/N…really you think all that of me…even in your sleep you’re so kind…”

Aaron-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d start to laugh and wouldn’t be able to stop. Eventually it would end up waking you frustrated and him grabbing you just for a hug. He’d start to apologize and try to explain what had happen. “I’m sorry Y/N! It’s just really funny what you said! If only you could hear yourself you’d understand!”

Gabriel-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d usually seem to wake up whenever you were saying dirty things. He’d get startled and turn away from you, closing his eyes. However, realizing you were mumbling to yourself about him he’d smile and just turn around to get closer for a hug. “You might be saying strange stuff Y/N…but at least it’s about me and not someone else…”

The Wolf-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d wake up in surprise and get up from the bed. He’d go to your side and look at you and start laughing when he realizes you were truly asleep. “What is this?! What kind of person sleeps and talks at the same time! You’re really weird Y/N…”

Noah-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d get a little worried thinking you had a fever or something and would always end up getting up checking your temperature. Once he realizes you’re fine, he’d feel at ease and be able to start laughing. “Well as long as you’re asleep it’s better than you being sick…”

Simon-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d start to laugh and wouldn’t even want to hide it. He’d sometimes even get up and go get every of his friends who were still awake and just get them to listen to whatever you had to say. “Hey guys! Y/N’s at it again…listen…yeah she’s hilarious even in her dreams…I got lucky like that…”

Ezekiel-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d start to chuckle and wouldn’t be able to resist just wanting to hug you and kissing you all over while trying his best to not just wake you up. “Y/N…You are unbelievable…How can an adult be as lovely and innocent like this…”

Benjamin-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d smile and scoot closer to you to hear you better.  He’d listen to everything you’d have to say and just feel at peace and at ease to hear you that no matter what you were saying he’d be able to fall back to sleep. “It’s good to hear your voice Y/N…I like it…”

Caesar-When he hears you sleep talking, he’d go check on you making sure you were fine and then chuckle realizing you were just asleep. He’d then just kiss you and go back to sleep. “Goodnight Muñeca…You should be asleep and sleeping…not keeping me awake…”

Michonne-When she hears you sleep talking, she’d approach you and wrap her arms around you. She’d be a little worried but hearing you saying silly things she’d smile and kiss your head before going to sleep. “You should be fully asleep at this hour Y/N…not rambling on…about little ridiculous things like this…”

Maggie-When she hears you sleep talking, she’d usually turn to look at you and wouldn’t be able to stop smiling and grinning. It made her laugh to hear you speak so much in her sleep and she’d end up falling asleep to the sound of your voice. “Even in your sleep you make me smile Y/N…if only you knew…”

Andrea-When she hears you sleep talking, she’d usually be sleepy herself and would end up talking to you. She wouldn’t even be sure if your were awake or not and just end up talking to you. “So that’s what I told him…Y/N if you were me..what would you do?”

Jessie-When she hears you sleep talking, she’d smile to herself and turn to check on your for a while before turning back to sleep. 

Beth-When she hears you sleep talking, she wouldn’t even realize it and just talk to you about everything and anything. She’d open up to you and slowly fall asleep. “Yeah…I don’t like it here…it’s not as comfortable as home used to be…you feel that way too, right Y/N?”

Sasha-When she hears you sleep talking, she’d turn over to you and look at you for a little while. She’d then smile and just get closer and stroke your hair before falling asleep next to you. 

Rosita-When she hears you sleep talking, she’d chuckle and feeling clever she’d start to ask you about your thoughts. She’d want you to tell her the dirt and your views on her and the others around and wouldn’t want to stop. “So what do you think of him? Do you like him? or do you like someone else? Tell me Y/N…:

Enid-When she hears you sleep talking, she’d get startled and wonder what was going on. She’d slowly look over to you and just start to chuckle and go back to sleep.

Tara-When she hears you sleep talking, she’d smile and chuckle. She’d get closer to you and hold you tightly against her and listen to everything you have to say. 

Carol-When she hears you sleep talking, she’d be able to genuinely have a good laugh about it and would have a hard time keeping it in. She’d then calm down and just look over at you ruffle your hair.