MJ and Jack separated from their family the night before the battle between Michael and Lucifer. Little did they know, that would be the last that they would see of their family. Infection spread, and now the dead are walking among the living, and it's like nothing they've ever seen before. The pair must fight to survive in a new post-apocalyptic world, while possibly making a few new friends along the way. ↣ book one in the 'fire & ice' trilogy ↣ the walking dead × supernatural ↣ daryl dixon × oc ( slowburn )

-male reader- 'Being the son of such an intense man wasn't easy. The expectations alone were enough to crush anyone. Sure, there were perks: power, freedom, getting away with things other people couldn't, but it was isolating. There was never time to make real friends, and the few I tried to have never stuck around. They didn't get it. But then I met someone who did. His father was a leader too, and he carried his own impossible expectations. For once, someone understood me. It was good- really good. And now he's gone. I guess good things don't last forever.'

Jody has gone most of her life being known as Dixon's Girl. Perhaps it's because their trailers are right next door. Maybe it is the way they were forced to sit next to eachother in class. Or maybe, the reason behind the nickname, is the fact that she and daryl were completely and utterly in love. She always wondered if it was their sick and twisted father's which created the connection. They found solace in eachother. But the harsh truth is that Jody doesn't know why she fell for daryl. She just knows that she loves him, more than life itself. Set before the apocalypse TW: . Abuse (all forms) . swearing . drugs . smut

✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Isabelle (Belle) Contreras is the long term babysitter of Carl Grimes. She was with him when everything went to shit. His mother was on a date with Shane at the time. The two had been continuing their affair even while Rick Grimes, the husband and best friend, was fighting for his life in a coma. The two were wracked with grief about Rick while his mother sought comfort from her side piece. Belle remained strong for the deeply depressed boy, staying by his side and protecting him when Rick wasn't there. But even as Shane and Lori pushed the notion that Rick was indeed dead, Belle never gave up hope. She made sure Carl wouldn't give up on his father either. Something that would soon be proven right and true. Throughout this ordeal, it's later shown that there is more than meets the eye when it comes to the sweet girl, Belle. And it just makes her the more alluring to, not only the ex-sheriff, but also the crossbow wielding redneck.. As time passes, secrets and revelations inevitably come to light. Soon, the relationship between Rick, Belle, and Daryl would soon shift into something neither thought would have ever happened in this lifetime. ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - twd fanfic rick grimes x younger fem oc x daryl dixon !!!at the same damn time!!! ... yes, I'm greedy ... ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ! 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗽 , some 𝗱𝗼𝗺/𝘀𝘂𝗯 , 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗴 , polyamory ! ! 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲 , 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 ! ! 𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 , 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲 ! ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ENJOY <3

She was immense. Six foot three, maybe taller, with shoulders that could rival a linebacker's. Her arms were thick with corded muscle and the most striking thing was the network of scars that laced her skin. Some were thin and silvery, others thick and puckered, a roadmap of old battles and harsh encounters. The most astonishing one was the one on her face. Covering most of her cheek and over her left eye, parting her eyebrow. Her left eye was a milky white while the other eye was a bright brown, telling all that she was half-blinded. Deanna's smile faltered. She forced a little chuckle. "That's... well, that's Frankie." Frankie didn't acknowledge their presence. She was busy hoisting a massive crate of what looked like salvaged farm equipment. She moved with a fluid grace that belied her hulking size. When she did look their way, her gaze was cold as glacial ice. "We call her Frankenstein," Spencer said, his voice confident, humorous. **** Daryl Dixon x Female OC No little petite OC who's sassy. This is a gladiator woman who Daryl Dixon becomes obsessed with! A blushing mess, really. And she's big, thick and badass. Enjoy :3

"There's something in the woods and it's far more dangerous than the dead." In which reality meets the impossible and blends with the haunting of folklore.

Callie Walsh was never meant to be part of the end of the world. The daughter of Shane Walsh and the result of a one-night stand, she lived her life split between two homes-caught between her father's chaotic presence and the stability of the Grimes family. Born just three months apart from Carl Grimes, Callie grew up alongside him like a sibling. But when the world fell apart, she was with her mother... and Shane didn't look back long enough to find her. Locked inside her home with her mother Stephanie, Callie waited as the dead took over the streets. When their food ran out, Stephanie left to search for supplies-and never came back. Alone, starving, and terrified, nine-year-old Callie made the only choice she could: find her way to the Grimes' house two streets over. But Lori and Carl were already gone. Broken and alone, Callie thought all hope was lost-until Rick Grimes stumbled through the door, barely alive but determined to protect her. Together, they set out to survive the impossible. Yet in a world where nothing is simple and no one is safe, Callie must learn that family isn't always who you're born to... and survival comes at a price.

Zayden Blackthorn. Survivor. Expert Scavenger. Nonchalant executioner of the undead and foolishly brave alike. No stranger to violence and death well before the world crumbled to its knees, Zayden wanders the remaining ruins of human civilization, passing through settlements and camps like a whisper on the wind. Dubbed 'Ghost' by other survivors for his quick to appear as he is to disappear act, Zayden true motives and intentions remain a mystery to all who cross him and survive his presence. Follow Zayden on his journey from walking nightmare to eased threat. I own nothing but the OC and parts of the storyline. Everything else is credited to the original artists and creators. This is also an AU story.

Aislynn went from pre-med to slaying walkers. Not exactly the life saving she thought she would be doing but thats what happened when the world turned dark. 🔥 "We built a wall to keep the devils at bay. I distant army whos marching night and day." 🧟 Most characters belong to TWD Any mature content is between consenting adults.

In a world full of danger lurking in every corner, Birdie Jackson stayed silent. Learned to keep quiet during the loud, be angry when shown the good. The apocalypse had ripped her out of her childish manners and into a world full of knife-wielding and blood-soaked hands. The woods became her and her father's sanctuary, their car that was running out of fuel being the only thing holding them together. Foods stolen from abandoned houses began to empty out, their chance of survival slim with every passing day. So, Vincent left to go on a run. But he didn't come back. It took three long, excruciating weeks before Birdie left the car - with only a knife for protection and determination fuelling her forward. That was the day she lost something, and gained something else. Something that would not only make her find her voice again, but fill that hole in her chest that had been once carved into her by loss and grief. ꜱɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀꜱ © 2025 ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. 26 / 01 / '25 ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ. ?? ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 3.