Norman Reedus Imagines

Daryl Imagine

Summary; Daryl is a new prison guard at the Atlanta Asylum and is given the special job of being on watch over Y/N Y/L/N in the asylum.

Daryl's POV

Day 1 of starting this new job I heard about from Rick. I pulled my uniform on that consisted of mostly black everything. I probably could blend in with the night if I wanted to. I looked myself over in the mirror and instantly felt stuffy being that this was way different than my usual attire, but for the money this job was paying? I told myself I'd have to suck it up. My orientation officer told me I would be getting my gear on my first day so I was really looking forward to that but I was more concerned about what (or who in this case) exactly I would be 'guarding'.
"Well, look it what we got here." I heard my older brother Merle snicker from the door frame of my room.
"Lil baby brotha got himself a job as some uppity ass pig like Sheriff Rick and Shane."
I rolled my eyes at his immaturity,
"At the rate this job is payin', you'd think you'd do it too." I grunted back and adjusted my belt.
"Pfft. Hell nah. I'll take mah chances runnin away from em than joinin em."
Typical Merle..Never learns.
"Whatever. 'M leavin. See ya later."

"Here's your flashlight, ID, cuffs, pepper spray, and machine gun. Now, you already went through your training, correct?" I nodded to the Captain; Abraham. "Good. Now, I'm going to go get you your papers which will tell you what section of the asylum you will be on duty for."
Captain Abraham left and I shoved my duffel into my assigned locker, looking at myself in the tall mirror that was on the inside. I didn't look half bad. With all the gear and uniform, this might not be too horrible.
"Dixon!" I heard my name being called and I turned to see Shane Walsh along with Rick Grimes, clocking into the machine. I nodded and grunted a small 'hey' to him before shutting my locker and went to grab a cup of coffee.
"First day, huh?" Rick said as he placed his own belt on, "Job ain't so hard once you get used to it. I'm sure you'll do fine."
"Yeah, as long as he doesn't get one of the crazies. Where'd you get assigned to?" Shane asked.
Before I could answer, Captain Abraham came back inside the room and handed me my papers, bid me a 'good luck' and left again. I scanned the paper and found the section I was assigned to.
"Uh, I got patient 092691 in Intensive Care."
Rick and Shane stopped and I then noticed everyone else in the room stopped doing what they were doing as well and stared at me with huge eyes. Some even dropped the things they were holding.
"What?" I asked, looking from face to face until I stopped at Rick.
"You got--" he cleared his throat, "Patient 092691?"
"Yeah?"
"Y/L/N..." Rick whispered.
I raised an eyebrow, still very confused.
"Y/N Y/L/N. Haven't you ever heard of her?" Shane asked and I shook my head.
"Chick is insane!" One man said.
"Total wild card!" Another added.
"She beat up 5 guards on duty last week by herself! No one ever takes that position. Guess it's 'cause you're the new guy." Shane explained. I just stared blankly at them all as they dispersed to quickly get to their shift for the day.
"Is she..that bad?" I asked, noticing it was nearing close to when I was supposed to start my own shift. Rick shrugged,
"I've never actually had that position before... You better hope she takes a liking to you."
"What's she in for anyways?"
"She's clinically insane, for fucks sake. She also has bipolar disorder and volatile mood swings."
"You ever had her?"
"A day, man. I had her for a day and I couldn't handle that shit. Don't get me wrong though, she's damn sexy as fuck and definitely a flirt." Many guards agreed, nodding quickly and sucking in breaths.
A buzzing sound filled the room, indicating that it was time to start work.
"Hey, good luck, man." Shane said and hurried off to the doors. Rick patted my shoulder as he was walking out the same way, but I stopped him
"Hey man...what's her story?"
Rick tilted his head to the side and scratched his beard,
"Well..she was actually one of the psychiatrists here."
I raised my eyebrows in shock,
"Yeah, took us all by shock too. Anyways, she had this patient, Negan. Real psychopath. Murdered people and got inside their heads, practically brainwashing them. Anyways, he charmed his way into her head as well and that's why she is the way she is now. Hell, maybe even crazier than he was. About a year or so after they were commitin' all sorts of crimes, Negan gets caught in a nasty bank robbery gone wrong and was shot and killed on the spot. Y/N went crazy; killing more and more people but we finally managed to get her into custody and she's definitely changed since then with all the sessions with the doctor and alone time. We just can't trust her not to flip out again since last week."
"Hey Rick! You got guard tower duty in 3!"
Rick nodded to Shane and looked back at me,
"Just don't let her intimidate you too much. That's the advice they give. Good luck.