When Sophia goes missing from her group, and the searches stop, she finds herself incredibly lucky to stumble upon an unusual girl weilding a baseball bat.
Saved from death, Sophia joins the single dad and his two daughters, under the promise of be...
"Most wouldn't look twice at me, and I get that, I'm a little rough around the edges."
"Well I like it rough."
Luci Manuel-Saxe
"You know nothing about me, so do us all a favour and shut up."
Moonshine Manuel-Saxe
"You're not as bad as you seem, yknow?"
Jellybean Manuel-Saxe
"Wassup bitches!"
Daryl Dixon
"You're not what I thought you'd be."
Tanya Katsina
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"You can never not love me, darling."
HEAVY BREATHING ECHOED THROUGHOUT THE MAZE OF TREES AND SHRUBBERY, the young girl, once separated from her group, once again finding herself to be running for her life from the hungered grip of the undead.
Having quickly left the rundown building she had spent the past couple of nights in, she had left her only form of comfort, as well as the little food she had collected behind. She knew she couldn't keep going on like this, without food, without shelter, without any means of protection barely five steps ahead of the zombified corpses, narrowly missing being caught in a grip that would literally tear her apart.
Her thighs and calfs burned, her stomach churning and her heart racing. A stabbing pain formed in her left side, and had she not been raised better she would have uttered one of those choice words she had heard so many times during her parents arguments. She nearly started crying when her vision began to blur, a spell of dizziness bringing her to her knees, her hands catching painfully on the odd jaggered pebble as she fell.
The two corpses that had chased her growled louder, overwhelming her senses as they got closer, she desperately tried to get the breath back into her lungs, digging her fingers uncomfortably into her side to ease the stitch she had, audibly crying as her vision only got worse.
Her mind fogged over and she couldn't help but scream when a rotting hand gripped onto her shoulder. She closed her eyes, hugging her arms close as she prepared for death, wishing she had never ran into the woods, wishing she could see her mother one last time.
Though the searing pain of a bite or a scratch never came.
Two thumps vibrated along the ground, the girl's nullified sense making her head spin further as she attempts to look around at what was happening. The days without food, water or adequate sleep catching up to her greatly.
Through her blurry vision she can vaguely make out a small figure, a bright pink stick being pointed at herself as the blurred array of colours asked something she couldn't make out.
The ringing in her ears only got louder as the world began to spin.
Her eyes rolled back, and the last thing she felt was an unsettling falling sensation as she fell to the floor beside the dead.
The world went black.
authors note: welcome to my twd fic, cause I love daryl and negan so yeeeee
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