so when i took my turn
requested by anonymous
au in which the reader looks like beth
When the group finds you trapped inside a car, walkers drumming their dirty fingers on the windows, groans smacking against the car, there wasn’t much hope in getting you out alive. They even considered leaving you; rescue is often a waste of bullets, and always a risk. Besides, you’re a total stranger.
Then Daryl catches a glimpse of you through the fogged up window. His stomach tightens and he loses his breath, and suddenly he’s thrown back in time, finding out that the girl he had tried to protect is dead.
Beth.You look like Beth.
And Darryl isn’t going to lose her again.
He surges forward, pulling his knife out of his pocket. He doesn’t look back to make sure that the others are following. He couldn’t care less if they were.
But because they are who they are, they follow. And the walkers are down in minutes.
They pull you out of the car, all dirty and sweaty and exhausted, and the resemblance hits them all.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You say, voice thick with an accent that sounds so much like Beth’s it’s a bit scary.
“What’s your name?” Daryl asks. You lift your eyes to his, lips curling up in a tired smile.
And when you tell him, it’s so like her name that no one says anything else.