You only came home to break the news of your engagement to your family- but an apocalypse had other plans. Now strangers overrun your beloved Greene farm. Your father, Otis, dies anyway, trying to help someone else. And somewhere in the wreckage stands the infuriating Daryl Dixon. Impossible to read, impossible to ignore... and somehow the only one who really sees you. As the world keeps taking, and fate keeps forcing you two together, you have to find a way to make this forced proximity work for the sake of the group... you have to. *this fic does contain graphic material from the bloody and violent world of the walking dead, it also follows the storyline but just a few tweaks for story purposes & to avoid excessively repeating the show *no use of y/n *all characters, besides my OC(s) belong to the rightful owners of TWD!