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Not One of Us | Daryl Dixon x Zombie!M!Reader | Imagine #2

Note: Another one of my random brain blurbs that came to me at midnight and that might turn into a series one day. This is another 2nd POV because I'm trying to get more comfortable with it but it's honestly still unfamiliar for me and I might not ever get used to it... Also, the whole zombie thing doesn’t really make sense with the canon of TWD but I honestly don’t give a shit :3 Additionally, this is set at the end of the Prison timeline and the reader has blue eyes to signify his “zombie-ness”.

This piece isn’t proofread sorry.

Fandom: The Walking Dead

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Warnings: Gore, Angst, Death, Violence

Summary: Y/N is ambushed alongside Hershel and Michonne and taken hostage. This leads to the sudden reveal of the secret he has kept hidden for so long.

Word count: 4,117

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It happened unexpectedly.

To tell the truth, you weren’t as vigilant as usual, most likely due to Michonne’s presence.

The woman was like an anchor, not just for Rick and Carl but for you as well. So you let your guard down and you didn’t take your Kevlar with you to protect your head from any unwanted contact.

You ended up regretting it. Deeply.

Although you heard something snap behind you, you weren’t fast enough to turn and one hit to the back of your head and you crumbled like a puppet. And due to your nature, you stayed unconscious for quite a while...

"...take the fucker's mask off."

You blinked slowly, your eyes had yet to regain focus. You were laying on your side, your hands tied behind your back, facing the wall of what seemed to be an RV or something.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. His whole face is badly scarred from an accidental fire. It's unsightly."

You didn’t recognize the first voice, but the second one belonged to Hershel and it didn't take you long to figure out what the two men were talking about.

Hershel's words echoed the ones you had told your friends months ago when you had tried to tell them a plausible reason to why you would never take off your black balaclava in their presence.

The fact that the old man was trying to protect your privacy warmed your heart. But it was not enough to make your anxiety disappear.

"Really? How bad can it be?"

You heard someone shuffle closer and your back tensed. You didn't know if you could stop the stranger if he wanted to unmask you.

Your limbs still felt weak and your arms were restricted so the worst case scenario would be that the secret you had hidden for so long would be exposed. What would come after that... You had thought about it enough to know that it was probably a bullet in your forehead.

"It's really horrible, we saw it once and three of us threw up."

"You really don't want to see that" another familiar voice added.

Relief washed over you in waves. Not only because the stranger seemed to be deterred by Hershel’s words but also because Michonne was here with you. They didn't seem hurt based on Michonne's calm tone.

This fact gave you the opportunity to think about what to do next.

Listening closely to any movement, you contemplated about what happened.

If your brain didn’t deceive you, you were ambushed by the Governor.

The hit to your head knocked you out cold but you didn’t know for how long. The fact that you could’ve died if the hit was just a bit harder wasn’t something you could easily forget.

It just reminded you that you should never again walk around without your helmet no matter how ridiculous it looked according to the others.

Good thing you didn’t have to worry about the heat or cold anymore.

Someone opened the door to the RV and you tried to relax to make it appear as if you were still unconscious.

“What are you doing in here?”, asked the newly arrived man and you bared your teeth.

It was indeed the Governor.

“I-I was just checking on the prisoners”, answered the other man and based on his nervous voice you guessed that he had to be pretty young.

“Go wait outside.”

You heard shuffling and the click of the RV door told you that you three were now alone with that bastard of a man. Your shouldres tensed again. If he hurt your family...

Michonne was thinking the same thing but she restrained herself from lunging at the man before her. Her hands were tied and she didn’t have any weapon. Her anger was currently unhelpful, so she tried her best to ground herself.

She watched the man with the eye patch before her closely as he tilted his body to check you out.

When your capturers pushed you into the AV, she had to watch how they roughly dumped your body on the bed.

The fact that they had to carry your limp body throughout their treck towards the RV and how they manhandled you like a dead person scared her.

It didn’t seem normal that you were unconscious for that long. This combined with your insistence of wearing that military helmet all day long made her question if you had known that this could happen if you were hit on the head.

Her thoughts turned even more anxious but she ignored it. There was nothing that she could do in her current state.

“I see he’s still out cold.”

Hershel visibly frowned and she clenched her hands into fists.

“You hit him quite hard.”

The tone of the old man next to her was neutral but his eyes showed disapproval and she knew that the doctor of their community was worried about your state as well. If he could he would be by your side right now, checking for any damage at the back of your head.

Philip Blake barely acknowledged his words. Instead he grabbed something in his pocket and presented it to them.

“You should eat. It’s gonna be a long day”

She took the food ration without thanking him and he turned away and continued to talk:

“Nobody’s gonna hurt you.”

Michonne almost snorted but she held herself back, now was not the time to be antagonistic towards the man who captured them. Hershel would do the talking and hopefully they would come to an agreement.

“I’m sorry but I can’t believe that. What you did with Y/N... You already hurt him.”

The Governor sat on the couch and rifled through the first aid-kit there.

“That was a necessary act. He’s too skilled. We didn’t want him to start a fight.”

Michonne knew he was right. You would’ve found an opportunity to attack during the treck to the RV and it probably wouldn’t have ended well.

In the back of the van, you were burning with anger.

When I get out of these cuffs...

But the opportunity didn’t come.

They took Michonne, Hershel and you to the prison. Not together however, they knew it was safer to keep you separated. They dragged you out of the RV first and you couldn’t speak to your friends.

Just a quick “You okay?” from Michonne when she saw that you were awake when they dragged you away and you responded with a nod, that was all that you could exchange before you got shoved out of the RV.

They led you to a blue truck and forced you into the backseat. Your hands were still tied behind your back so you leaned forward as if you were in pain.

“Are we going to the prison?” you asked the driver though you knew the answer already.

“Don’t fucking talk to me!” was his response and the man tapped his pistol on the steering wheel. He seemed nervous. Like you.

You knew what the Governor’s goal was. And you had the bad feeling that not all of you would make it out alive.

With growing anxiety you watched how Michonne and Hershel were led out of the RV and to the back of a red car.

You didn’t know if you would survive until the next day but one thing was for sure, you would protect your family.

And hey, you already died once, right? How bad could the second turn be?

When you arrived at the prison, the cars lined up next to the tank and you had to watch helplessly how they shot a round at the building from the M60 Patton.

The fact that these bastards were using military property against your friends and your base made you grind your teeth in anger.

The explosion of the tank’s main gun’s cartridge interrupted Daryl’s and Rick’s talk with Tyreese inside of the prison and the three of them hurried outside to see what the hell was going on.

They met the others whose eyes were already fixed on the six cars that flanked the tank, on which Philip Blake, the Governor was standing.

Daryl registered in the back of his head that neither you nor Michonne were present. But his focus snapped back to man with the eyepatch who was calling for Rick.

He glanced at his friend at whom he had been angry just a few hours before, but now he trusted him to solve this. The man always knew how to fix things. And if he didn’t, Daryl was there to help him to clean up the aftermath.

He shielded his eyes against the sun to check out the men and women who stood opposite of their prison fence.

All of them held weapons in their hands and he wasn’t the only one who knew that luck wasn’t particularly on their side.

“It’s not up to me!”, Rick shouted, “there’s a council now! They run this place!”

The Governor’s response made Daryl’s stomach drop. And the sharp inhale of the Greene sisters signalled him that they were definitely at a disadvantage now.

One of the Governor’s followers, a woman stepped towards a red car and lead the doctor of their community towards the front of the tank where she made the old man kneel.

“What about Michonne?” the Governor taunted and Daryl could feel the anger pulsating from Rick beside him when the woman who had become like a mother to Carl was led out of the car, her hands tied behind her back.

She got shoved to the ground next to Hershel.

Rick opened his mouth and almost at the same time as the Governor he spoke:

“I don’t make decisions anymore!”

“And what about fucking Y/N L/N?”

Daryl’s breath stopped for a second when he saw how a man forced you out of a blue truck and dragged you next to Hershel.

You still wore your dark green cargo pants combined with the black combat shirt that you wore a few days ago and your face was still hidden by the black balaclava. You didn't seem to have any visible injuries but that didn't stop Daryl's chest from constricting.

You got shoved to the ground, Hershel knelt next to you and he appeared to ask you something.

Of course, they were too far away to hear anything but the man behind you kicked you and you toppled over. Michonne leaned towards you but the woman behind her grabbed her to stop her from moving and you ended up getting dragged into an upright position again by the fucker who hurt you just seconds before.

Daryl stepped up to the fence but Rick held up his hand. Their eyes met and the other nodded slowly.

The archer breathed in deeply. There was nothing he could do right now, he had to leave it to Rick. He mimicked the gesture and his eyes didn’t leave your form while Rick turned towards his son and mumured a few words.

Then he walked towards the fence and Daryl helped him open the gate that separated the court from the field with the outer fence.

All eyes were on Rick as he slowly made his way down to the fence line.

You watched him as well with clenched fists. But your eyes wandered behind him and you found Daryl’s form immediately. He seemed to watch you too but he was too far away to actually tell though.

The archer had turned into your closest friend in the last few months and although you two got off on the wrong foot at first, your relationship was now different. It had turned into something dangerous even and in the last few days you had avoided him.

The growing tension between you had led to more body contact and you were scared that he would find out how cold your body was even through the many layers of clothing that you wore, what that meant.

You liked him, yes.

Fuck, you liked him more than you should and the fact that you couldn’t be together was hurting you more than you thought it would.

But the insurmountable fact was that you were dead and he was alive.

Your body was slowly rotting away while his would remain.

You knew that there was so much more that separated you, that made it impossible for you to tell him about your feelings, but on the other hand you felt awful that you couldn’t tell him.

Somehow you knew that today would change things forever and you regretted all of your actions.

If only...

Rick stopped in front of the inner fence, the former police officer's eyes glued on Michonne and Hershel.

They exchanged a look and you smiled weakly when his eyes met yours, not that it could be seen through the cloth that shielded your face from curious looks.

Don't worry about me you tried to tell the older man with your eyes.

It didn’t look like he deciphered the meaning though.

The position of kneeling with a guard behind your back gave you a sense of déjà vu.

Only that a few years ago, you had been the one who shoved people down on their knees during negotiations. Back then, you thought what you were doing was the right thing.

The Governor was probably thinking that too right now.

But he was wrong. And you would make sure that he knew that.

The negotations began and Daryl was pacing at the gate, watching Rick and you.

The man who had ignited something in him in the last few weeks was kneeling with a straight back, his head facing straight ahead.

He could almost see your defiant eyes and he smiled grimly before turning towards Sasha and Tyreese, trying to plan a way out of this situation.

He distributed the guns to Bob, Maggie and the others, all while trying to calm the storm of thoughts in his mind.

Rick was in danger. Hershel, Michonne, you were in direct line of fire. The Governor was a crazy son of a bitch and who knew what he would do if negotiations failed.

Suddenly shots were fired and he and Carl raised their weapons immediately, watching how the Governor killed some appearing walkers.

Rick witnessed how Hershel jumped in surprise and fear settled in his stomach.

What was he doing here? Could he really talk this maniac out of shooting them down like pigs?

His eyes found yours and once again he was surprised how calm you looked behind the black makeup that covered the only skin that wasn’t hidden behind any kind of clothing.

But now that he stood closer to you, he realised that there wasn’t exactly calmness in your eyes, there was certainty. But he didn’t know what kind. That you would die? That you would protect your friends?

Your eyes found his and you blinked slowly and he knew.

Gulping he turned to the governor.

“We can all live together”, he began and he wasn’t exactly pleading but it sure felt like it.

That certainty in your eyes haunted him. He didn’t want it to happen. He couldn’t let it happen. Not when his son and daughter were living in the building behind him.

The Governor shut him down almost immediately.

No, no, no... echoed in his mind as he continued to talk. No, no, no!! when his talk of peace turned into threats. They wouldn’t leave. Either they live together or die. No, fuck, please!

The frown on the Governor’s face deepened and Rick watched with growing dread how the man grabbed Michonne’s katana and held it against Hershel’s throat.

The shift in the atmosphere was almost tangible and the stares of the people behind him burned into his back. His shoulders sagged, the expectation of saving lives weighed heavily on him but he couldn’t crumble now.

His mouth tripped over his own thoughts but he formulated them into sentences and tried to plead with the other men and women who Philip had brought here.

Not all of them looked like they followed him with 100% faith. If only he could persuade some of them... If only he could persuade the Governor...

“I know we all can change.”

Hershel smiled at him and in that moment a thought bloomed in Rick’s head.

“Liar.”

It was as if time was suspended for a moment when the Governor’s face distorted and he took a swing, only for you to lunge at him.

Rick, Michonne, Carl, Daryl, Maggie, Beth, Bob, Sasha, Tyreese and the people who Philip brought with himself bore witness how the katana slashed across your chest and then sunk into Hershel’s neck only to get stuck because of the missing force behind the swing.

For a milisecond everyone was frozen but then screams erupted, Maggie's pained wails drowned out her sister's and Carl began shooting, hitting the Governor in the arm, forcing him to let go of the blade that was still stuck in Hershel’s neck.

His father screamed furiously and began to shoot as well while retreating behind the fallen bus.

Daryl blinked and watched in horror how you slumped over, your body crumpled like a puppet and you fell over almost in sync with Hershel.

Pain erupted in Daryl’s chest, combined with the clawing fury in his throat, and he grunted and let himself get taken over by the pain of losing you.

The moment the Governor left his position on the tank you knew your group was doomed.

Had it been any other guy beside the Governor, Rick’s words might have reached them but that bastard was already too far gone.

Throughout the talk you had nestled around with the sole of your combat boots. It was hard to find the small slit you had created in the rubber months prior, but your fingers soon found the tip of the razor blade you hid in there.

The guy behind you was listening closely to Rick’s words so you had the chance to start working on cutting your restraints.

But it took too long.

The moment you saw the Governor move his hand, you moved subconsciously.

Your hands were still tied, so the best you could do is try to headbutt him before he could end his swing but although you used your body as a weapon, it still wasn’t enough to weaken his swing and the katana sunk into Hershel’s throat.

Blood spurt from the wound onto your face and you fell over. Blinking, you tried to get rid of the liquid in your eyes.

You didn’t feel any pain but you had lost your balance and now laid face down in the dirt.

Gunfire erupted over you and you heard screams and cries of pain.

You were numb.

Lifting your head you saw Hershel just a few feet away from you and you pushed your body towards him. Michonne’s katana was gone, you didn’t give a shit though.

Crawling over the grass you reached him and with a bit of an effort you forced your hands apart, tearing through the nylon of your restraints.

“Hershel-”, you breathed, forcing yourself into a kneeling position to lean over the man who was drowning in his own blood. He gargled and sputtered and you knew it was only a matter of seconds until he was dead.

A howl gathered at the back of your throat.

“I-”

Before you could say anything a familiar blade pierced your chest from behind.

“You bastard-”

You blinked and rose to your feet. The man behind you tore the katana out of your body with a squelsh and you turned to face him. The Governor looked at you, then the lack of blood on the blade.

“You- what are-”

Before he could continue, your hands found his throat and you flung his body against the side of the tank like he wasn’t a grown man but a mere puppet.

His head collided with the tank with a loud thud and he wheezed in pain. Your fingers digged into his skin and he couldn’t breathe. With a howl you knocked his head against the tank again and again and a bloody smear began to form on the metal.

He clawed at your hands but you held onto him with a vice-like grip and he ended up grabbing your head.

In your anger you ignored how he pulled on your balaclava and ended up tearing it off your head.

His pained expression changed into one of shock but before he could say anything you heard a shout from behind you over the continuing gunfire and you lost your balance for a second.

You turned around and came face to face with the guy who sat next to you in the truck. The one who asked about your non-existent face scars from a fire. He held a smoking assault rifle in his hands. You turned your head back to the governor. His body was limp in your hands and his dark blue shirt was dyed black with blood.

“What the fuck-”, began the other guy but you interrupted him by hurling the governor’s dead body at him and then charging at him in anger.

The man toppled over, the dead body to heavy for him to carry and within a second you were on him and grabbing a fistful of his hair you bashed his hand repeatedly onto the ground.

Since you were essentially standing on grass it ended up taking a while to kill him but you didn’t care. You grabbed his assault rifle and put a bullet through his head when his body started to move again and then you sent another spray of bullets into the tank who had begun to move towards the fence.

Some guys stood behind the tank and they spotted you.

“Look out!”

“Fuck, what-?!”

You mowed them down without hesitation, in your ears only a low humming sound.

You don’t hurt my family. You don’t hurt what’s mine.

On the other side of the battlefield stood a certain archer frozen.

Daryl gave Rick fire cover as soon as the man was behind the fallen bus. He concentrated his fire on the shooters who stood on the cars and witnessed how Michonne moved herself out of the line of fire.

He was glad she was safe, but that feeling was only a twinge in his side, overshadowed by the loss he felt when he saw you fall to the ground, certain that you had died.

There hadn’t been a lot of blood but he couldn’t really judge that from the distance and your body had remained motionless on the ground.

He couldn’t look at you.

So he didn’t. He fired at the cars at the left side of the tank and exhaled shakily, Maggie’s bellow of sadness in his ears.

He bit his lip so hard it started to bleed and the metallic smell forced bile up his throat.

Carl next to him paused shooting and his quiet “Huh?” stopped Daryl in his tracks. He followed the boy’s line of sight and watched silently how a figure he knew all too well knelt over the dead body of Hershel, only to be impaled by Michonne’s katana.

Daryl’s brain couldn’t process that you weren’t dead after all, because now you certainly were. The blade pierced your upper torso but you rose to your feet like nothing happened. Even when the Governor tore out the katana, you didn’t falter.

A moment passed between you and the other and in the next, you flung the man around with an inhumane force.

Daryl lowered his rifle, even though at the back of his head, he knew that right now certainly wasn’t the moment to do so but his eyes were fixed on you.

You didn’t seem like a person he knew.

At first he thought you had turned into a walker, the way you lunged once more at the governor, your hands outstretched as if you were ready to take a bite out of him. But instead your hands began to choke the man.

Daryl knew that anger could give someone enough adrenaline to perform seemingly impossible tasks but the way you manhandled the Governor, a guy who possibly weighed around 165 lbs, it didn’t seem human at all.

And he was right.

When walkers began to flood through the fences that were taken down by the tank and Daryl had a moment to turn back, he saw you.

You, standing amongst the advancing masses of walkers. He knew it was you because you looked straight at him and the black smear of makeup around your eyes gave you away.

Beth grabbed his arm.

“We have to go!”

You lifted two fingers and performed a little salute. Walkers passed you to continue the onslaught on the prison.

And in that moment he realized that you were different.

You’re not one of us.

He lifted his crossbow.

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kenmjiro · 8 months

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Secrets after class

¡Teacher!Rick Grimes(Aus) x ¡student! fem reader

inspiration: Secrets after class by comino inc.

Summary: you find your teacher sleeping peacefully in his office. While you wait you stumble upon a manuscript. A manuscript where the writing style seems awfully familiar...

TWS: Dramas, age gap, provocation,suspense, Romantinc comedy, Schoollife, Taboo, HighSchool

love is one of those thing that people can't really control.

One day you meet someone and the next you are hit with the realization that you are in love with them.

Being in love is a wonderful thing;however,what do you do if you fall in love with someone who is off limits to you?

I'm a book loving Junior in High School.

my love for books led me to join the Literature Club. The club is of course the best thing ever! It's full of exciting adventure,dreams,books,smiles! It just lacks one thing ...members. Yeah, sadly there are only two members in the club. My teacher and myself. But this year, I will changer that!

Have l mentioned that l'm head over heels in love with my teacher?

Moving right along! New year, new style!

“That's all for today, class. Be careful on your way homer everyone!” hearing my home room teacher's dismissal, l shot up from my desk.

“I have a meeting with the Literature Club today so l got to got” l thought as ready to leave, they give mee a slight touch on the shoulder

“Y/N”

“Whoa, maggie, what's up?” lt's my childhood friend Maggie Greene. We've been in the same classes since Kindergarten.

l have few friends, but she is one who truly gets me and is also a total bookworm. She is like the sister l never had. “Lemme guess, club meeting?”

“Yup! Today, l'm going to get permission to recruit new members!”

“Oh, that's right, you gotta have permission now because of that one incident, huh?”

Scrunching up my face, l nodded bitterly. “Yeah, unfortunately.”

*Sigh* “That teacher is unexpectedly tough, given his sweet appearance.”

“lt just didn't end well last time... However!Today is the day that l will get permission!” Speak decisively.

“ohhhh...well...l guess, you cant't come then.” Maggie shoulders drop.

“Huh? Come where?” l frowned.

“They cancelled basketball practice because they are using the gym for something else. So l wanted us to go to the bookstore with glen.” Glen is another classmate and childhood friend. the three of us are often together.

Glen and Maggie are couple.

They often worry that l'll be left by myself so they invite me along to wherever they go. But l am fine not joining them since l always feel like the third wheel.

“Nah, l'm good. You go ahead.”

“Wait, why? l need you go to with. You chose a great book for me last time. l want you to choose another one for me! so you really can't” Maggie dipped her head and stared up at me with big puppy eyes.

“That doesn't work on me anymore, nice try though.” Maggie puppy eyes turned into a full on pout.

“l ready promissed my teacher that l'd show at the meet today. l can't just ditch las minute.”“Besides, l want to get permission to recruit new members as soon as possible.” l thought as l bit my lower lip and looked at maggie back.

l don't know how long it is going to take to convince the teacher to get that magic ticket. So, it's a no from me dawg. But have fun with Glen”

“You know... l had hoped to hear about Andrew Lincoln's work from you today...”

“Staaaph! You know Andrew lincoln is my favorite author!”

“Ok,ok. But next time will you go with?” Maggie looked serious waiting for an affirmative answer.

“Yes! l promise.”

“Alright! l'm gonna hold you to that!”

“l won't let you down! For now, l have to go convince this teacher!

“Haha,good luck!”

With a last wave at maggie, l took off for the language department where my teacher was expecting me.

*knock knock*

“Huh? What's going on?” l stand with my hand still in the air after knocking the door. “l thought l told the teacher that l was coming today” l knocked on the office door again, but there still was no response.

“whats should l do?.... should l go inside” The teacher has never been late before. l wonder if something happened to him.

“Well, if anything, if he's not there, l can check the teacher's lounge. if the door is unlocked l can just wait in here.” l carefully opened the door

“Hello? mr. grimes?” The room was fairly dark, so l turned on the lights. That's when l saw a person slouched in chair at the back of the room

lt is my language teacher, Rick Grimes. He is also an advisor and a member of the Literature Club to which l belong. “Um... teacher rick?”

“ls he sleeping? During school hours?” Looks like he's asleep. “Wow, he looks completely out of it” Seeing his sleeping face, only one thought occurs to me: this is a side of him l never get to see.

“His skin is so fair and his eyelashes so long, He looks so peaceful. He's always calm and smiling. No wonder he's so popular with the ladies.”

But it's not just his looks that makes him popular. He is also an amazing teacher and cares for his students. lt's amusing though, before class starts, you always see all the girls batting their eyelashes at him. Heh

l really shouldn't be talking though...

.... Because l like him too.

l might even go so far as to say it was love at first sight.

l remember the day when l first requested to join the Literature Club. l looked up and saw his sweet smile. His first words were, “Thank you for coming, l'm happy you are here.”

“...Of course my teache does not know about my crush.” Since l'm a student, l need to make sure l keep these felings in check. “l don't want to cause any problems.”

l sat down in a chair across from a sleeping Rick. “He's sleeping so soundly, it doesn't look like he's going to wake up any time soon.”

“Hm... what should l do?”... “Since he's sleeping so well, l guess l'll let him be and just hang out a while.” “ln the meantime, l can think of how to persuade mr. grimes and how to recruit new members!”

“Actually lemma write the ideas down.” As l'm reaching for my bag, something catches my eye. A stack of papers is randomly placed on my teacher's desk.

lt seemed to be a manuscript of some sort that belonged to my teacher, given that the handwriting was similar. “ls this novel professor wrote... l didn't know he whote novels”

“l want to take a peek, but l really shouldn't read it without permission...But...just a teensy tiny peek shouldn't hurt, right? Just a page or two? l glance over at rick. He is still sleeping soundly.

“...Dear literary gods, please don't strike me down for being unable to contain my curiosity. Teach, forgive me, l just must know!” As l prayed for forgiveness from every deity, l picked up the manuscript.

The shorts story written from a male perspective was about 4000- characters long and spanned about 10 sheets. l of course read the entire thing in one go. “Did he write this”

Suddenly, l saw a movement in the comer of my eye.

“Ahem...”

The manuscript was lifted out of my hand. when l looked up, l saw that Rick had woken up at some point.

“Y/n, well, what's going on here? Do you always go around reading other people's private work... Perhaps l shouldn't have left it out in the open, but that's besides the point. ”

“l'm sorry. That was really rude of me.” As l apologized l was still staring at the manuscript that my teache was holding. “Not to impose even more, but can l,um, ask you about that? Did you write that?

“I did...-

“Sr. rick! lt' s phenomenal!!

“Wha-?”

Excited l stepped up to mi teacher “The world is so enveloping and you can feel the anguish and pain of the protagonist! It's written absolutely beautiful way” “the writing style resembles my favorite author, Andrew Lincoln, in every way!

Andrew Lincoln is a romance novelist who is very popular among the younger generation. He mainly writes young adult romance novels from a male perspective. Many of his works are very emotional and sad.

“On, that's right, you are a fan of Lincoln” l excitedly clapped my hands in front of me and rapidly nodded my head.

“Yes!!! A thousand times yes! l absolutely love that author! His work is incredible and has me in tears every time! l also love the fact that everything surrounding him is so mysterious. There is nothing about author himself anywhere. All we know is that he writes beautiful novels.”

“l see...” Whenever Lincoln is mentioned, Rick doesn't show much enthusiasm.

“Sr. rick, do you not care for this author? Whenever he is mentioned you seem very uninterested.”

“Ah, l'm sorry. l didn't mean to give off that impression.” Rick put the manuscript away in his desk drawer and turned to look at me. “ By the way, wasn't there something you wanted to discuss”

“Oh! Right! Right! l came to get permission!

“ls it for recruiting new members?”

“Yes!!!” nod frantically.

Rick sighed and nodded. “We discussed this before, but l will remind you that l will only accept motivated and interested students. l do not want the Literature club to become a ''Resume filler'' or hangout for unsavory people.”

“l know, l know, that's why l'm here to talk about that”sighed and nodded

“lt's not going to be easy to convince me.”

“But if we don't recruit more members the club will go extinct.”

“l understand this, but it is still better than having students not take it seriously.”

“Well, if you say so...

The teacher's words reminded me of the incident that happened previously.

Soon it was only teacher and myself.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop

“l just want to have a few more members and be able to advertise for the club”

“Y/N, l think just the two of us are perfectly fine. We don't need a lot of members to make the club interesting. Don't you think so?”

“lt's not that...”

In fact l love having Rick all to myself.

We haves so much fun every meeting that l look forward to them. But l wanted new members as much as l wanted to spend time alone with rick.

Because... “l really want other people to talk to about the books l read. l want someone who love Andrew Lincoln's work as much as l do and is enthusiastic about discussing it!”

Reading is something you do on your own, but discussion about a book is something that requires other people. l enjoyed talking to my peers about the books l read.

Of course l can talk to Rick but it's different. with him, we can discuss everything BUT Andrew Lincoln's work. And that is something l really, really want to discuss with others.

Since rick isn't interested in Lincoln's work, there is no point talking to him about it. “So l really want new members!”

“l see. l didn't realize how much you wanted to have more students in the club.” Rick sat deep in thought looking at me.

“l think l almost have him. Just a little more persuasion...” l was ready to fire off another reason as to why we need new members when..

Ding! Ding!

“ Rick Grimes, you have a phone call, please come to the staff office.” Rick was called over the school intercom, which effectively ended our conversation.

“alright. l understand why you wish to have new members. Let us think of ways to recruit members who are enthusiastic. l need to take this phone call. l will be right back.” With a smile, Rick took off.

“Great! looks like l got through to him, but damn that interruption!” “It's a step in the right direction though! Well, while he is taking his phone call,l'll just wait there for him to get back.” While waiting, l decide to take a look around the room.

A large bookshelf stood against the wall. lt was overfilled with books. There were so many in fact, that they were stacked in front of other books in little towers.“ The departament buys so many books that they are running out of room to store them”

Looking around a bit more it occurs to me that rick is not very tidy“ perhaps professor is just too busy to take the time and straighten up”

Since we use this as a club meeting room, l also tidy up every so often, but since it is the teacher's office, l can't straighten up and throw out stuff as much as l want. “Well, l guess for now l can get rind of this... Why is there a big cardboard box blocking the entrance anyway? lsn't some this some sort of fire code violation?”

l try to pick up the box, which is full of envelopes and documents. lt is much heavier than l had expected. “Good grief, what is in this thing?” l manage to lift the box into the air, but as soon as l did several envelopes that were on top crashed to the floor. “Ah crap“

One envelope wasn't properly sealed and the contents spilled all over the floor. “Crap,crap,crap!! What if this is some super duper important doc and l just got all the pages mixed up! I'm like so dead!”

“Huh? What is this” l took a closer look at the scattered documents. The handwriting seemed familiar. There was no doubt that these documents were written by Rick. “Oh! rick, did you actually write a full length novel?!”

l had just read a short story earlier that was written by my teache. l absolutely loved it. Needless to say l was dying to read this!

“Ugh.. but the JUST scolded me for reading his papers without permission. l would feel violated if someone did this to me so l'm going to go ahead and put this back. Alright, in you go buddy!” As l was sliding the manuscript into the envelope the author's name sprung out at me.

“What the hell? Andrew Lincoln? l slid the manuscript back out of the envelope and quickly flipped through the pages. The handwriting was all the same. “No way...” A million thoughts went through my head all at once.

Nobody knows anything about Lincoln's private life or where he is based out of. why is one of this manuscripts here?. There has to be logical explanation. “ Is my teache--

“What are you doing y/n”

“AHHH!!”

l was so shocked at reading my favorite author's name that l didn't hear the door open behind me. When l turned around l saw Rick stantiong at the door with a faint smile on this face.

l felt like a hundred flashing neon arrows were pointing at me blinking “GUITY!”“GUILTY”.

How the hell was l going to explain myself out of this one? Rick stepped in front of me, l made a desperate attempt as l turned to face my teache.

“Uh... h-hi! Um... you see, what had happened was. l was trying to clean and the box tumbled and spilled the manuscript everywhere... l'm sorry. l tried to collect it all...”

“And then?” Rick looked at me in a serene but threatening way.

“Then?”

“What did you see?” My teache closed the door and stepped in front of me.

“See? what did l see?” l stepped back instinctively as Rick comer closer.

“y/n, please be honest, what did you see?

“Well... the manuscript... the name... Er.. well... could.. you.. maybe be the novelist Andrew Lincoln?”

“......” The silence felt endless and l quickly regretted blurting out that assumption.

A thought occurred to me..l have been fawning over Andrew Lincoln to my teache for how long now? l practically confessed my love for him in front of my teache. l spilled everything from how much l love Lincoln's work, how much it makes me cry, how my heart absolutely longs for him.

lt is stuff would absolutely never ever tell the actual author himself “But... l mean that'd be ridiculous, right? Him being Andrew Lincoln... At least l really hope it's not him... l would be mortifiel and could neve show my face at his school again.”

l swallowed thickly and meekly looked up at Rick who was staring intensely at me. my teacher's demeanor had completely changed.

“Hmmm....” Rick let out a small sigh which made my bangs ruffle.

as l loocked at my teacher through my bangs, it occured to me that he was acting completely different front usual. “What if was Andrew Lincoln? What would you do then?”

Rick tone changed. He no longer presented himself like my teacher. lt was more of a predator having trapped its prey.“l...l don't know if l would... believe that.”

“Ah.. Well you see... l am Andrew Lincoln”

“No... way...” He stared at me.

“Why would l lie to you, you're holding the proof right in your hand.” l glanced at the manuscript in my hand.

“Whoa!”

l'm so aghast that my hand involuntarily loosens around the manuscript. Rick grabs my hand. “Don't drop that. lt still needs to be delivered to the publisher today.” l nod like l'm on autopilot. “Well then, y/n”

“U-um...yes?”

Rick steps closer towards me. l instinctively step back, but my back hits upon a solid surface. l forgot the bookshelf was right behind me.

my teacher takes another step towards me. “What's happening?”

l glance at the door and make a movement towards it. Suddenly Rick arm is in my line of sight. He has trapped me between himself and the bookshelf. “Not so fast, y/n. So... the teacher you admire and novelist you worship are the same persona... what are you going to do now?

l look up at my teacher who has an imperious smile on his face

My day started so ordinary.....

what have l gotten myselft into?!?

part 2???

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