Daryl Dixon was 17 tall and muscular, with blue eyes. He had shaggy hair and looked like he never washed. At school he didn't have many friends and hung out mostly with his older brother, Merle.
The house next door to him was big, the only big one on the street, when he was tired of getting beat up by his father he would go and sit up there for hours. It was his "special place" even though it wasn't his.
Rian Carley was 16, not tall at all, only like 5"3. She was tanned and slim with long wavy hair that went down to her butt. Her big brown eyes made getting anything she wanted a breeze.
At her last school she had lots of friends and wasn't the typical popular kid, in which, she treated everyone the same.
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FanfictionWhen Rian moves in next door to the one and only, Daryl Dixon, they hate each other. Daryl sees her as the spoilt rich kid and Rian sees him as a dirty redneck. What will they do when they fall in love with each other in the middle of the apocalypse?
