The Walking Dead Imagines

Carol Peletier

Carol

You woke in a good mood that day. You had a feeling that something great was about to happen to you. As you were gathering your things you hear a familiar whistle coming from behind one of the trees. Panicking, you started running in the opposite direction.

You knew this was going to happen eventually. You were one of Negan's favorite wives. You became one in order to protect your boyfriend from his rage but after he killed him anyway, you decided to run away... again.

When you were a teenager you started dating a boy from a family your father hated with a burning passion. When he found out, he was enraged and threatened to kill you. Your little sister helped you run away; at first you didn't want to leave, knowing that as soon as you were gone he would beat her and your mother up. But she insisted and you and the boy left.

You, being the clumsy and distracted person you were, tripped on a root and twisted your ankle. The man who was following you, Jim you thought was his name, stood above you with a disgusting smirk in his face.

"Well, well, what do we have here. A little running mice!" he laughed loudly "Negan told me to bring you back, dead or alive. Preferably alive."

"Tell him to go to hell. Both of you." you spat at him.

He wiped the spit of his face and his smirked dropped.

"Well, it looks like the boss is getting a roamer for Christmas." he raised his gun and pointed it at your heart. But before he could shoot, an arrow hit his left eyeball.

As he dropped to the ground, you looked behind and saw two men, one with a crossbow and another one, younger than the first, with a gun.

"You okay in there?" the one with the crossbow asked.

You only nodded. The other man came closer to you and you raised your gun. He put his hands up in surrender and smiled.

"Hello. I'm Aaron and this Daryl."

"(Y/N)."

"We are from a community nearby. There are walls, it's safe. There is hot water and a lot of people. We could use your help, you look like a good fighter. What do you say?"

Anything to get away from this crazy people.

"Yes."

Aaron helped you up and Daryl helped you get to their car. The ride was silent, with Aaron humming a song you remembered hearing when you were a kid.

"Spice Girls?" you asked from the back seat.

"Uh...? Oh, yeah." he smiled "I used to love them before the apocalypse started. My favorite was always Mel B."

"Mine was Emma Bunton." you smiled back.

You stayed silent after that. When you arrived, a man with a mullet opened the gates.

"Hey Eugene." Aaron said "This is (Y/N)."

You waved. As you exited the car you took in your surroundings. There were houses and even kids. Everyone looked happy.

"Daryl!" a woman with grey hair came running towards you.

As she got closer you recognized her.

"Mom?!" she stopped and looked at you, eyes wide.

"(Y-Y/N)? (Y/N)!" she hugged you tightly.

"Mom! I missed you so much!" tears were flowing down your cheeks.

"I missed you too, honey. Why did you run away?"

"Dunno." you shrugged "Where is Sophia?"

Your mother visibly tensed.

"She... she died."

You could feel the tears return to your eyes.

"But don't worry. You're here now." she wiped her tears "That's what matters."

She hugged you again and you smiled. You were home now.