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To sum up how I’m ending my (long) weekend. Spent the last four days drinking, partying, camping, poppin’ yacht’s, and making ghetto bongs while chillin around. 🤷🏽‍♀️

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(DARYL X READER)

Summary: You have been dating Daryl for months before settling in Alexandria together. Daryl goes out on a run and you await his return impatiently and think about him as you await his return. Pre-Negan Era. Reader continues to reminisce about the first night she spent with Daryl after her father’s death.

Warnings: Walker Killing, Grief, Family Death, Fluff

Word Count: 2,228

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“Alright, move your feet. That’s it. You always have to be one step ahead of them.” I can hear Michonne guiding me from behind as I encircle the walker we have encountered in the woods. This is the reason we were out here. After meeting up with Rick’s group, you were told that guns were not the best solution to these dead walkers and that the best defense was learning how to kill them as quietly as possible, a knife being one of the best silent weapons to use.  I was a little taken aback by this, as shooting guns was the only way I ever knew or saw to kill a walker. But once you were told that noise could draw them in, you knew you had to learn how to be more proficient at killing these assholes.

You tried to listen intently to Michonne as you shuffled your feet fasted on the dried leaves and twigs beneath your feet.

The walkers moan and limped closer to me, but didn’t have a chance to catch you as you quickly darted in a circular motion around it, not giving it a second to catch up to you.

“That’s right.” Michonne praised. “Now try to get behind it and stab it from behind before it has a chance to turn.” She instructed.

You gripped my knife harder in your hand and began to again circle the walker two more times, before feeling ready. You stopped quickly behind it, locked your feet in a forward stand, and thrust your knife upward into the back of its skull as hard as could. You felt the knife penetrate the skull bone and into the brain. The dead thing suddenly stopped moving slammed to the ground, face first.

Your breath was catching as the adrenaline pumped through your veins. You had to admit, You loved this feeling, and you loved killing as many of these things as you could. Ever since that night when the last of your family was taken, all you wanted to do was kill as many of the as you could. Now I know how dad felt after mom and my sister died. You thought sadly, but matter-of-factly. Your chest heaved up and down as you felt your heart pumping the blood through your veins, you could feel it in yours ears.

You look up at Michonne for approval, only to see her with a big grin on her face, she was obviously proud.

“Good. Now that we have mastered one…” She looks over to our right where two more have now appeared.

We grinned at each other and both began to run towards our new targets…

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