Daryl went for a walk in the woods, He was silently strolling through the tall grass, winding between the trees, his trusty crossbow slung over his shoulder.

all of a sudden, his ears pick up the moans of walker approaching, he could make out a figure, you, that looked to human to be a walker, although you had a walker mask on, he could make out you were human by the way you carried yourself…he instantly knew it was a whisperer

it was dark out, the moonlight casted down on the trees, their shadows swayed around him, he couldn’t see the hoard anymore, he could hear there groans, their teeth snapping together in hunger of his sent, his head was on a constant swivel, trying to make out where you and the herd were

you were on the wrong side of the border, on hilltops grounds, you knew it was dangerous, but it was more dangerous to disobey alpha, you silently make your way across the field, blending in with the dead as they stumbled over rocks and fallen trees

you knew the risks of crossing the border, but it was worth it for alpha, at least you wouldn’t get beaten up if you did this for her, you could faintly hear the swaying of the trees, not many people would be out at this time of night, the mask of the walkers face that hide your identity helped you blend in with the undead, blood splattered across your body, bits of flesh and tissue hung from your skin, disguised with walker gore, a wolf in sheep’s clothing

Daryl heard the familiar gurgles of the walkers, he drew his crossbow, aiming it towards the herd. he tried to listen for footsteps, but the sound of shuffling walkers filled the air, he silently stalked through the trees, his own footsteps nearly completely silent, a herd was being led straight towards him