It All Starts & Ends With a Bite
*WARNING* 🔞 Rating - RAPE & VIOLENCE WHICH MAY CAUSE DISTRESS TO READERS
PART ONE OF TWO
(Was going to be too long, needed to be two parts)
Summary: British Girl who ends up being part of Ricks group since the beginning, now at the prison after everybody joined from Woodberry.
The prison was working. It was safe now the Governor had left with his tail between his legs, he hasn’t been seen since. Not like that stopped Michonne from searching for him, after everything he did she didn’t want him to get away that easily, he didn’t deserve to keep living. Things were different now, our little family had now grown, all those who survived Woodberry joined us. Our small group was now a community, the prison was now a safe haven for those who we could trust that would fit in. We have a council that was made of members for our group and some from Woodberry: Hershel, Carol, Daryl, Glenn and Sasha. Rick needed a break, all the responsibility got to be too much for him.
Everybody had a job to do, you all was given shifts, managing and maintaining the fences, cooking, cleaning, going out on runs, patrolling, on watch and farming. Your job was mainly taking it in shifts looking after baby Judith with Beth, being on watch, managing and maintaining the fences and once in a while, when he notices you’re going stir-crazy, Daryl will take you out on runs.
Your friendship with Daryl was still strong, since the day you met to now. You was the first person who saw the real him, you believe in him even when he didn’t believe in himself. You also always had his back, never fake or two-faced like so many had been in his past. That’s why Daryl didn’t really let many people in, he was afraid people would end up hurting him, even when he made out he wasn’t afraid of anything and he didn’t care about people. However he let you in, your friendship was something he actually cared about and you stood by him.
Recently Glenn and Daryl found a group of people walking through the town. The group consisted of the left overs of three small families that survived their hometown together, they was moving from place to place looking for a secure place to stay. Having plenty of room at the prison, Glenn and Daryl asked them the three questions, passing inspection they was brought back to the prison. You’ll never forget that day, it was another typical summer day in Georgia, you was out near the farm looking after Judith. Holding and comforting her while Rick and Carl work on the crops. Out in your high waist ripped denim short shorts and black lace camisole, black converse, hair up in a messy bun, your throwing knives strapped to your right thigh and your survival knife holstered to your side.
You heard the roaring engine of Daryl’s bike, he was nearly home. Getting excited you walk with Judith towards the front of the prison, wanting to welcome him back home, he left before breakfast. Stopping at the end of the prison road, you see Daryl on his bike and Glenn in the pick up truck not far behind, Maggie was already at the gate, ready to let them in. She opened the gates, Daryl speeds through and Glenn followed shortly after. Closing the gate she runs after Glenn, they stop up the road close to where you were, Glenn jumps out the car and runs down to meet Maggie. You realize something was different, there was new people in the truck and in the back. Hesitant, your hold on Judith tightens. Daryl dismounts his bike and repositions himself, looking at you he sees your apprehension as the group disembarking the truck. He calmly walks over to you, you was distracted inspecting the newbies, Daryl steps before you blocking your scrutinizing stare. “We found them on the road….. They're gonna stay here with us, for now.” You look into his eyes still tense, not saying a word back. He reaches out for Judith, carefully getting a good grip and tears her from your stiffen body. Lifting her in the air and in a sweet voice says “How’s ma little Asskicker? She’s getting big…” Admiring him taking an interest in Judith helped you to snap out of your nervous state. “She’s good… Aren’t you my little junebug? Growing up so fast…. Uncle Daryl should be thankful he doesn’t have to carry you everywhere, oh yes he should.” You say in you’re gentle voice as you stroke Judith’s back. He then places Judith on his hip and stands shoulder to shoulder with you looking out at the new members.
There was eight all together. The first family was the Jones: The father William, his wife Ava and their 23 year old son Brandon. He was an only child. The second Family was the Andersons: The mother Abigail, her husband Owen was killed a few months ago protecting his wife and two sons, 22 year old Mark and 19 year old Kris. The third family was the Millers: The mother Charlotte was a single mother of three, 22 year old daughter Avery, 20 year old son Connor and a 12 year old daughter Skylar, Skylar is the only living child Charlotte has left. Avery went for a walk with Brandon, looking for food, a few weeks ago and never came back. Brandon told everyone that they got separated and she got surround by walkers. Connor was accidently killed by friendly fire last week.
Watching the new comers, your instincts was telling you something was off. “Do you trust them Daryl?“ You ask innocently. “Yah, they seem nice, don’t really know them.. yet… why?” Daryl was questioning the motive to your query, knowing there was a hidden agenda to your question. “No reason, I was just wondering.. if you picked up on anything is all.” Daryl looked at you suspiciously, knowing damn well that there was more to it. “You picked up on somethin’?” Staring them down, you take a deep breath. “Yeah my intuition is tell me not to trust them. There is something wrong, I’m not sure what it is.. yet, I just can’t put my finger on it.” You answer searching yourself for the reason you felt this way. Daryl starts to tease you "Like the time you had a bad feelin’ about Shane?“ You face him looking unimpressed and acting offended you say "If I remember clearly… I was right, I said it from day one, the man was unstable!! Only cause it took you and Dale till Hershel’s farm to notice, I was the ‘paranoid’ one!!” Snatching Judith off Daryl you comment with your eyebrows raised “I was right then and I’m right now. So keep an eye out!” Nodding to him, you storm off.
On your march with the baby you hear your name being called from behind you, you halt and glance behind you. You make out in the distance Glenn running up the dirt road, waving to make sure he had your attention. finally catching up to you, panting, trying to catch his breath, looking like he needed something from you. “Y/N can you take the group for a tour of the prison? I would, but Maggie needs help on her shift, there are a few men down.” He enquires looking back at Maggie who is introducing herself to the group. “Well.. I would Glenn, but I need to find Beth, it’s her shift with Judith.” Truthfully you really couldn’t be Arsed, you had Judith since six this morning, you was finally off the clock. However Glenn saw straight through your skimpy excuse. “Can’t you take them around on the way to find Beth?” Check and mate, he had you, you couldn’t really get out of that logic, not that you didn’t try to think of another excuse but your mind went blank. “Yeah, fine Glenn, I’ll do it because it’s you.” It may not be what you wanted to do on your time off, yet on the other hand it gave you an opportunity to figure out why they gave you such a creepy vibe.
During the beginning of the tour you learn that these three families have been neighbours since their children were toddlers, they grew up together and the families did everything together. The longer you was with them, the more you picked up on something which was quite disturbing, the parents where in fear of their sons. It wasn’t blatantly obvious, but if you took note you could see the signs. The biggest one being they was always trying to keep the boys happy, they acted like they was walking on eggshells, afraid to do or say anything that may upset them.
Showing the families around, searching for Beth to pass on the duty of looking after little Junebug, you couldn't keep up with all the things that was going on around you. The three lads was always close behind you, you could feel their eyes scanning your body. They was always whispering to one another while staring you down with harshly lustful eyes, everything they did made you feel uncomfortable, definitely since Judith was in the middle of it. The one who freaked you out the most was Brandon, he seemed to be the Alpha of the lads.
After half way through the prison you bump into Beth, all their eyes shot to her, they swarmed around her asking her questions. On viewing the scene you became extremely protective, Beth looked like a lamb surrounded by bloodthirsty wolves. You had to get her out of this situation. “Hey Beth I need to talk to you about Judith.” You hinted as you pull on sleeve, actually having to pull her out from among them.
Marching up the long corridor, Beth in one hand, Judith in the other. Stopping at a safe distance, you stand with your back to Brandon, Mark and Kris, blocking the arseholes view of Beth and you had Judith on your chest, shielding her too. “What do you need to tell me about Judith?” You frown at her dismayed. “Nothing really, I just don’t trust them guys, I don’t want Judith or you near them!” You stressed, your voice taut, trying your hardest not to sound demanding. Beth didn’t take it well, “I will decide for myself Y/N!!” she barks back, scowling at you. “Beth! Don’t tell me you enjoyed being swarmed by those dickheads? Beth, that is NOT the type of attention you want!! They are dangerous!!” You argue, looking disgusted by the notion of her liking these tossers all over her. “F/N you are not my mother, you’re not much older than me, I am old enough to look after myself.” You take a deep breath and bite your tongue, frustrated, having her best interests at heart, all she heard was you saying that she doesn’t have the right to make her own choices. You could understand, living in a strict household and in this world, her freedom got shorter and shorter. “Fine Beth. But please don’t spend time with them alone, at least till you know them PROPERLY!!” You state, hoping that would give you a long enough time to unveil to everyone their true colours. On that note, you pass Judith to her and walk back down the corridor to carry on with the tour.
It had been over a week, you was now living with eyes in the back of your head. Regularly felt like you was being stalked, wherever you looked at least one of them was there, constantly feeling like you were being watched. To make matters worse, you was having to watch Beth’s back also, without her knowledge. The lads were good at charming people, however you saw straight through that act. You wasn’t going let your guard down, you needed to be ready to catch them up to no good. However you didn’t go around warning people, you kept it to yourself, you knew eventual people will see their true colours, you just needed to be patient.
You spent most of your time around people, it was safer that way. When you was being followed by Brandon, Mark and Kris you would locate Daryl and if Daryl was on a run then you find Rick. One night after going to the toilet in the dark, quiet empty halls, they was up and about the prison, spotting you they slowly followed you. Scared you hurried to Daryl’s cell waking him up, you actually begged to stay the night with him, he wasn’t impressed, yet on sensing your fear he agreed. He asked you what got you this worked up, in a croaky voice you told him you didn’t want to talk about. That night you fell asleep hugging Daryl's arm that was draped over your body, guarding you.
It has been three weeks now, it had been a living nightmare, they have for the most part left you alone but their eyes had moved to Beth. You determined to protect her, you gave her extra shifts that she reluctantly except. Yes you wasn’t her favourite person right now, you didn’t care what she thought, felt or said about you, her friendship wasn’t as important as her safety. She will forgive you and may even thank you in the long run. The logic behind your plan was the more attention she uses on Judith, the less attention will be on the new lads. Giving you the free time to keep an eye on the guys, to make sure they don’t go anywhere near them.
On a cooler day, Daryl and Tyreese shipped out on a small run in the morning. It was your shift with the baby, Beth was helping Hershel with some work, everything was going well, no reason to worry about anyone. Daryl was due back the same time as your shift finishes, he wanted to take you hunting when he got back after tea, you was so eager to get away and let loose.
The morning flew by, you whisked Judith over to Hershel and Beth. Leaving Judith in their capable hands. Hungry you head for the cafeteria for tea, knowing most people will be there. You take a fire exit, which is your secret short cut, which brings you to the edge of the prison and takes you for a short walk around the building to the next cell block. Coming to the exit, you was confused by the door, it wasn’t shut properly. You push the door open feeling uneasy, hand on the ready to draw your knife, you quietly creep in to examine the area. There was nothing there, still weary, you walk down the wide path.
Approaching the end of the block, following the path to go around the corner. You turn left to see Brandon, Mark and Kris leaning on the wall. You stand still startled, they all turn their attention to you, all having a depraved look on their faces, smiling at you wickedly. That’s when it hit you, they was waiting for you, your face went from startled to terrified in a minute flat. They slowly advanced towards you, aware of what was happening you gasp and take three strides backwards, you turn around and run back the way you came. Like a pack of wolves, enticed by their prey running, they hunt you down. They catch up to you in seconds, not giving up, you keep running. Kris passes you and cuts you off, not allowing you to leave the guys encircle you, there was no way of escape.
You stare at each of them, giving them daggers, showing them the most intimidating scowl you could.Trying to prove to them that this prey, will not be going down with a fight, your hand comes down to your side and withdrawers the knife. Holding the knife in a reverse grip, bringing that arm across your face, prepared for the battle to come. The lads all look at each over, waiting for the signal from Brandon. Brandon nods his head, in an instant Mark charges willing towards you, his hand grabs your arm stopping you from stabbing him, causing you to grunt and you work on pushing your knife down. Not able to over power his hold on your arm, you punch him in the stomach with your free hand with all the power you could muster. He crouches down, to cradle his tender stomach, feeling the grip on your arm go weak, you use your free hand to push your other hand down, pushing the knife into Marks shoulder and kick him away. While you was distracted with Mark, Kris crept behind you. Once you was free from Mark, Kris snaked his arms through yours holding you back, making you inhale in fear. Brandon walked towards you with his hands out, you kicked him away giving you enough momentum to head butt Kris’ nose, pushing him into the wall behind. Brandon gets back up with his hand aiming for your neck, with Kris’ nose most likely broken and bleeding, Kris lets go to assess the damage you’ve caused. Giving you back your freedom to fight back, you stab through Brandon’s hand as he lunges towards you, screaming in disbelief he drops to his knees. Seizing the opportunity, you pull the blade out, ready to make a break for it, you didn’t see that Mark was back up. He punches you in the head, forcing you to fall to the ground. All of them not wiling to give up, having you right where they wanted you, putting aside their pain as they surrounded you.
All this just fuelled them, causing them to be fiercer and more determined to make you pay. Screaming you try to get up and fight again, they wouldn't let you, they kept kicking you down. You swing your knife at their legs in defence, you managed to slash Mark’s leg. Witnessing this, Kris kicked the knife out of your hand. The knife landed at Brandon’s feet, he picked it up, with that Mark and Kris at either side of you pinned you down your shoulders and arms. You screamed, struggled and squirmed, desperately wanting to break free from their grip. Brandon stands above of you, looking down on your body with your knife in his hand, he licks his lips and shakes his head “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…. There’s no point fighting this, its gonna happen….” He tries to kick your legs apart, determined with all your might you clench them closed. Urgently needing to be inside, he places a foot on top of your thighs and pushes it down, enabling him to get in-between to make enough of a gap to get his hands in to yank your legs open. Against your will he keeps them open long enough to kneel between them and carries on “…So you can spend all your time and strength fighting it or you can lie back and enjoy it!!” On hearing that you look at him disgusted, though on the inside you was sick with fear and could feel tears start to well up, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, so you spit in his face. Unimpressed Brandon wipes the spit from his face and brags “Oh hold her down good guys, I’m gonna enjoy this!” You shudder the tears start to stream down your face.
Leaning over you he takes your knife in one hand and with the other he holds the bottom of your top, using the blade he runs it through your vest, you shrill at the top of your lungs as he catches your skin with the knife. Brandon pushes his free hand over your mouth, you shake your head gasping for air, cry out in agony into his hand as he slices through your delicate skin, using the knife to hook under your bra, between your breasts, with the blade he pulls the bra away from your chest then saws through the fabric, causing the bra to fly open exposing your breasts. You look down to see blood trickling from your chest and stomach. Brandon takes his hand off your mouth and kneels back between your legs. You became distraught watching them all ogle your body and fight over your bare breasts and skin.
Brandon was ready for more, not wanting to waste anymore time, he went for the button to your shorts, undoing the button, he works on pulling them down. “NO!!!! STOP!!!! STOP!!!!” You cry out pleading, striving to break free, aware what was going to happen next. Without loosing the battle against your legs, Brandon was not able to pull the shorts down enough to achieve his goal. Sticking to what’s easy and works, he brings the blade to the opening to your shorts and drags it through the middle of the fabric and through your most sensitive parts, which generated an unearthly outcry to pass your lips. The Denim now in half and your knickers torn in two, giving him easy access, Brandon secures you in place by pressing you down by your core as he opens his jeans with his wounded hand and pulls out his excited cock. Excepting was about happen you turn your head to your side, eyes tightly closed, silently crying.
Your whole body tenses up, as you feel Brandon climb over you, hastily aligns himself with your centre. Hysterical you use the heels of your feet you push into the ground, hoping to escape from him, which didn’t work, Kris and Mark weighed you down making you immovable. Screaming and wailing, praying that someone will hear you, for that was the only way you was going to get out of this now.
You screech in pain as he slams his hips into you, brutally pushing his full member through your tight tense walls, Mercilessly and relentlessly pounds in to you, tearing his way through your walls. Your body reacts by going into spasm while gasping in agony with every thrust. You could hear them all laugh at your bodies natural reactions, claiming that you were loving it “She’s so wet!!” "Look she’s loving it!!“ “I told you that you’ll enjoy it, you dirty little whore!!” “I think she wants more!!” Outward you wasn’t able to utter a word but on the inside you was internally yelling ‘Please!…. Just Kill Me!… Oh God, Please, Kill Me!… I Beg Of You!… Please!… God Please Kill Me!…. PLEASE SOMEBODY KILL ME!!!!‘
You could sense that Brandon was close, he wasn’t going to last any longer, the thought of him cuming in you made you nauseous. Sadly there was something worse about to happen if he didn’t stop, something you would never be able to live with, nor forgive yourself for, you was going to involuntarily orgasm. Though you didn’t want him to but on the other hand if he did cum first he may finish before you do. However that may not be a guarantee, what if they all want a go? Passed among them to be used and thrown away like a toy. Then a orgasm seems to be the likely outcome. Yet you would rather die than give them the gratification of knowing that they made you climax. To have them witness something so special, so beautiful, so personal it would be torture to live with.
All hope is lost, you could feel yourself build, disgusted with the situation and your body, you scream out loud in objection. Loosing the energy, no longer able to protest, you let go. Feeling yourself die inside, just an empty shell, the consciousness switching off. You close your eyes waiting for it to be over. You become confused as you felt lighter and cold as you look down to see what’s changed…….