They don't know about us (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Part 1

"So far." We said uncertainly.

"Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now while they're distracted, you stand a chance. Got ammo?"

"In that duffel bag, I dropped out there, and guns. Can I get to it?"

"Forget the bag it's not an option,"

"He's got a Beretta one clip fifteen rounds," I said checking his gun. "And I have a couple of knives and a machete.

"Who are you?" The young man asked with a chuckle.

"Maybe get us out and then we can do introductions later. I ain't becoming a snack today."

"Make the rounds count. Okay. Jump off the right side of the tank, and keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, maybe 50 yards. Be there."

"Copy that, see you in a few," I spoke back cockily. Rick and I made eye contact and gave each other a small nod. I knew at that moment that we had formed a bond in this bullshit situation, and we were gonna make it out of there alive. On a silent count of three, we opened the top hatch. We climbed out and began fighting for our lives against the dead. Rick shot while I slashed and stabbed as many as I could before we sprinted to the ally. Before my mind could process that in front of us was the man who helped us escape, and not a walker, I raised my knife and aimed at his head while Rick did the same with his gun.

"Whoa! Not dead! Come on!"

"Come on! Back here! Come on! Come on!" He shouted as Rick lowered the gun and I lowered my throwing knife we had pointed in his face.

The man who helped us ran down the alleyway and up a ladder, I followed him and noticed Rick wasn't following so I yelled, "Come on you swore I could yell at you, let's go!" He gave me a smile and climbed up after me and the man.

"Nice moves there, Clint Eastwood. You the new sheriff come riding in to clean up the town?" He said with a smirk once we got onto the rooftop.

"Not my intention," Rick replied.

"Yeah, whatever. Yeehaw. You're still a dumbass." He said chuckling. He then turned to me and went, "You're a dumbass too, just one who saved a fellow dumbass."

"Rick. Thanks." He responded trying not to laugh while shaking the man's hand.

"Glenn." He smiled and then stuck his hand out for me to shake.

"Y/n. And you saved us, which makes you a dumbass too." I said with a small smile shaking his hand and twisting the gold band on my index finger.

"Are you the ones that barricaded the alley?" Rick asked after a moment.

"I didn't someone must've when the city got overrun," Glenn said with a shrug.

"Wasn't me I got here right as Glenny-boy saved us from being zombies' dinner," I said giving him a nickname like I often do.

"Back at the tank, why'd you stick your neck out for us?"

"Call it foolish, naive hope that if I'm ever that far up shit creek, somebody might do the same for me. Guess I'm an even bigger dumbass than you." Glenn said and he looked at me for my answer.

"I'm good at reading people. I could see you're a good or at least not terrible person. I'm sick of seeing good people die." I responded and they smiled.

After climbing down the latter Glenn pulled out his walkie-talkie, "I'm back. Got two guests plus four geeks in the alley." I chuckled at his name for the zombies.

Then two men come out with protective gear and baseball bats. They each go after one of the zombies and bash their brains in.

___Time skip brought to you by me not wanting to write this whole episode___