The Third Dixon [The walking dead OC x OC]
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    The Third Dixon [The walking dead OC x OC]

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    Maesi Dixon, the 19-year-old half-sister of Daryl and Merle, is a hardened survivor with a sharp mind and deadly aim. Growing up toughened by her brothers, she's no stranger to danger. When the world is overrun by walkers, Maesi must rely on her ski...

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    Season 6, chapter one

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    The sound of the dead filled the air.
    It wasn't just a few distant groans anymore. It was a constant, low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the ground beneath their feet. The herd stretched farther than Measi could see, a moving wall of rotten flesh and empty eyes slowly making its way toward them.
    She stood beside Daryl at the edge of the road, her sniper resting against her shoulder, her eyes scanning every movement through the scope.
    She had seen a lot of things.
    The prison falling.
    Terminus.
    People she loved dying.
    But this?
    This was different.
    There were too many.
    Daryl shifted beside her, his crossbow already in his hands.
    Measi lowered her scope slightly.
    "That's a lot of dead."
    Daryl gave a small grunt.
    "Yeah."
    A few feet away, Rick was explaining the plan one final time. Everyone listened carefully, weapons ready, nerves stretched thin.
    "This is where it all starts tomorrow," Rick said, pointing at the map spread across the hood of a car. "Tobin gets in the truck, opens the exit, and we're off. He hops out, catches up with his team at red, staying on the west side of the road."
    His finger moved across the map.
    "Sasha and Abraham take the car."
    Measi watched as Rick looked toward them.
    "You meet Daryl and Measi at red. Let them take them through the gauntlet."
    Measi glanced toward Daryl.
    The older man simply nodded.
    They both knew what that meant.
    They were going to be the ones closest to the herd.
    The ones making sure it followed the path.
    The ones with the least room for mistakes.
    Across the road, Nathan was checking his weapon. He had been quiet for most of the planning, but Measi knew him well enough to see the tension in his shoulders.
    He looked up.
    Their eyes met.
    Even with all the noise around them, the look between them said everything.
    Be careful.
    Come back.
    Measi gave him a small nod.
    Nathan returned it.
    Then the sound of metal grinding interrupted them.
    Everyone froze.
    A loud, awful groan echoed through the trees.
    Sasha looked up.
    "You see that?"
    Nobody moved.
    The sound came again.
    Metal bending.
    Something shifting.
    Measi slowly raised her rifle.
    Her eyes narrowed.
    "Oh shit..."
    Rick immediately turned.
    The expression on his face changed.
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