(HERSHEL RHEE)
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(THE WALKING DEAD: DARYL DIXON)
|Season 1 to ?|
|Slow Burn|
|Not a standalone, need to read book one first|
(Extremely slow updates)
*I do not own anything from the creator of The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon or plot, only my OCs...
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DANGEROUS GAME-007
Living in Commonwealth was as normal as they could be in a world like theirs. After everything with Pamela, Matilda, Daryl, Rick and Michonne tried to make their communities something worth living in. It was fairly normal, like the children going to school, having after school activities such as music, sports, and other activities, and the parents even try to do bake sales, family fun nights, and all sorts of fun festivals for the school.
Their goal is to make the children of the future experience what was the past before the fall of the world, let the children have a childhood rather than a life that was only about war, fighting, and blood. It was about the children, about their future of this world.
But what is good can always turn bad, it was inevitable. Despite all the work everyone had gone for the community of Commonwealth, there were a group of people who still believed in Pamela and her lies. It was small group, but it was strong at that. Matilda and everyone couldn't stop it, people are allowed to believe in what they want, but when it starts to threaten the people of Commonwealth's life, then it's a problem.
"Hi, Carl!" The voice of his best friend, Maci greeted him with a smile as he and Bonnie were on their way home from the park. "Hey, Bonnie."
"Hey, Mac," Carl replied, shifting his grip on his niece so she doesn't fall off his back. Bonnie gave her a small smile and a wave. "What's up?"
Her smile faded as she picked at her dress. "There's something I need to tell your mom. It's important."
Carl furrowed his brows. "Oh. What is it?"
"Something my mom was talking about with my dad." The fourteen-year-old blonde says her face was laced with worry.
"Yeah, come on. My moms at home," The boy said as he led his best friend to his house. They climbed the stairs and headed inside; he called out to his mother. "Mom?"
There was shuffling from the kitchen, before his mother appeared from the doorway. Matilda wiped her hands on the dish rag and looked at her son and his friend. "What's wrong, C? Hello, Maci,"
Carl glanced at his best friend, letting Bonnie jump off his back. "Maci needs to tell you something,"
Bonnie rushed over her nana, jumping into her arms as Matilda frowned, her hazel eyes shifted over to her son's best friend. "Oh, what's do you need to tell me, sweetie?"
Maci shifted on her feet, nervously, causing Carl to reach out and grab her hand. squeezing it in comfort. "I hear my mom talking with my dad about something. I'm not sure what it was, but she said something about Pamela being locked up in a cell somewhere,"
