The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Daryl Dixon] Don't Eat Me

PROMPT:
You and Daryl have a history for having each other's back. A silent pact- and no matter what, no matter how unspoken your feelings may me, you know that's how it will always be.
But what happens when you go missing after a sticky situation and are left to wonder. What if now is the exception?
{info: set in season five, after escaping the Terminus boxcar.}

"My dads gonna be back." Carl reassured to the group. "They all are."
You bit your lip, staring at the cylinders that had just been dropped down into the boxcar you and your group were locked in. The people of Terminus had just taken four of your people. Daryl, Rick, Glenn and Bob.
You bit your lip, hearing the sound of a small explosion.
"What is that?" You rhetorically asked. You didn't expect an answer, nobody knew, we were all locked up.
"Gun fire?" Maggie asked, causing you to focus on the now small popping in the distance.
Was that them? Had they escaped the people of Terminus? Was it them getting shot? Were they dead?

You ran your fingers along the door and peered out of the small cracks, which seemed to be the only access of light inside.
You sucked in the oxygen and exhaled, feeling your stomach drop as you continued to hear the gunshots.
Michonne stepped forward and peered at the door, jumping back as something slammed it's fists against the outside of the train car.
"walker." She growled, stepping back.
Walker? That must have meant the walls were down. How could the four of them possibly do this? No. There was something wrong, despite half of your men gone missing.
Together you watched the door. A painful silence spread around you like a virus as you all continued to anxiously wait.

Suddenly the doors slammed open, a loud ringing noise as Rick stepped inside.
This was it.
Everyone pulled out their make shift weapons and got ready, piling out of the boxcar.
As you examined the outside, you noticed walkers and a lot of them too.

You held your sharpened piece of metal in your hand and joined Daryl's side, sharing a look that could only say 'you alright?'
He nodded and you half-smiled- as together all of you begun to fight your way through.

The walker groups got bigger and the desperation to leave got stronger. You found yourself straggling behind, having to deal with walker after walker.
As you continued upwards to the group you passed a corner, only to feel strong arms yank you behind the corner, a wet cloth pressed to your mouth.

You tried to scream but you felt numb and weak everywhere. Your body lost all of its feeling and black spots clouded your vision.
Chloroform. You recognised the sweet smell of the anaesthetic.
Your vision went completely black and you passed out, in the arms of a stranger.

••••

When you woke up you were in a small hut and your hands were tied together by thick rope.
You managed to sit up, in your drunken haze.
"Uh-" you groaned, your head going fuzzy.
Click.
Alas, the sound you hear when someone has their gun on you.
"Don't move." You hear someone say. You remembered that voice from before. Gareth, the man who led you to Terminus in the first place.
You grit your teeth and clenched your fists.
"You have my fricken hands tied up. How the hell am I going anywhere anytime soon?" You spat back.
He chuckled, turning back to his friends.
"I like her."
You followed his gaze and saw he was with about half a dozen other Termites inside the room.
"Ugh." You groaned, still feeling light headed. "If you're going to kill me, you should do it now."
He chuckled again.
"Oh, we're not gonna kill you."
Your brain flashed back to when you first arrived at Terminus with Daryl, Rick, Carl and Michonne. You thought back to the weird corpses you'd seen. Dissected, half skinned corpses.
"You gonna eat me?" You asked, tears prickling at the side of your eyes as your heart boomed with fear. You thought about Daryl, looking behind him to see nothing. You thought about the worry and grief the group must have had. You also hoped they were looking for you but at the same time, you knew it was better if they weren't.