Summary: After a summer of messing around, you were now ready for your first day as a NYPD officer. However, nothing could have prepared you for the surprise that was in store for you. Your team consists of all your summer one-night-stands. What are the odds? (Modern-Day Alternate Universe, Possible Drabble Series)
Author’s Note: Let me know if you’re interested in this becoming a series! Based off of Mamma Mia!.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Pietro Maximoff x Reader
A/N: Ooh, the tension, guys! Also, this gif is so perfect for this part!
You needed coffee today. Normally you’re pretty cheery when you arrive at work but this morning you were snappy and your colleagues noticed. The girls have asked you to nip around the corner to the café and grab you all some liquid caffeine. You were more than happy to do it – anything to get out of the office today! You were getting tired of all the drama. In a way you knew that this will pass in time, you’d just have to stick through it. But logic was not the dominant force today. Today angst and bitterness were having a day out in the life of Y/N…
reader almost gets bit on a run and Daryl is furious with her. They get back to
the prison and she asks him to teach her a thing or two about self-defense
against walkers and people. Sweaty training ends in rough smut, Daryl style. ;)
You hear the gates of the prison opening, one by one, as you
sit in the car with Rick and Michonne, waiting to leave the prison and go to a
town nearby to gather supplies. You wipe your hands up and down your jeans a
few times and take a few deep breathes, trying to calm your nerves. This was
the first run you had gone on with Rick’s group and you were nervous as hell,
but you wanted to prove your worth to the group.
Rick and Daryl had rescued you from a herd of walkers a few
weeks, your group had been overrun by a sudden herd and you had lost everyone,
you thought you were also gone until you saw Rick and Daryl run up to you, with
four walkers nearly on top of you, as they chomped at you, trying to grab your
flesh. The two men easily pulled the walkers off you and smashed their heads
in, using their boots and couple of iron rods in their hands. They had been in
the area looking for supplies at the time they heard you scream. You had never
been so glad to see other people in your life.
After that they offered you a place to stay at the prison,
Rick asked the three questions and you seemed to pass. The past few weeks you
had been lucky enough to have a roof over your head, a safe place to sleep, and
people who actually seemed to be decent human beings. It was like an
out-of-body experience for this world, you were so happy to have found them.
And then there was Daryl, one of the men who had saved you. Daryl was something
so different, you didn’t even know how to describe him. Shy but confident,
tough but sensitive, kind but harsh, he was the kind of man it would take a
lifetime to figure out and you certainly would have no problem with that.
You couldn’t help but notice this confident, yet nervous,
man, every time he was near you. He didn’t say much, but he always seemed to
have twenty things on his mind. You wondered what it would be like to hear all
those thoughts that never escaped his mouth. This run was important to you,
showing the group you could handle yourself. But Daryl? Daryl was more
important, in a world like this, there is no time to sit back and ponder.You wanted to be with him any chance you got.
Your head snaps back to reality as you hear Daryl’s
motorcycle roar to life in front of the truck you rode in. You see Daryl look
back at Rick and nod as he drove forward out of the gates, one by one. Rick
followed him out and you look back, seeing Carl and Sasha quickly closing each
gate behind your entourage. You bite your lip a little feeling the rush of
butterflies again in your stomach. You gripped the knife in your hand tightly,
almost drawing blood, you wince and put the knife back in the holster on your
side, continuing to play with your hands for the drive.