⤐ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. "I need you to listen to me. When we're out there together, if I say run, run. If I tell you to leave me, then damn it, you leave and you don't look back." "Daryl," she sighed softly, shaking her head. "No, I mean it," he argued, encircling her wrist and jostling her a bit, begging her to listen. "I can't lose you. Not like that, not ever." His words were like lava bubbling in his throat, everything he had fought so hard to conceal was quickly rising to the surface. Fuck it. Any fear of rejection was overpowered by his need to make her understand. It wouldn't change how he felt, or the fact that he'd take on a thousand walkers if it kept her safe for even one more millisecond. "I need you around, Ace." "Always." ------------------------------ *I do not own any characters, scenes, or scripts from The Walking Dead. Any resemblance to other people that my original characters have is completely coincidental.*

all my devotion, all my faith, are gone with the dust of my dead body

🌾🌻 1. MY ONLY 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 ❙ ❛ ignoremos el presente para pensar en el futuro ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬, A CARL GRIMES FANFICTION. TWD 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Marlene Dixon era una persona alegre. Disfrutaba las pocas cosas alegres de la nueva vida a su manera. Pero ella tenía la mala maldición de perder a todas las personas que amaba. La alegría era su vieja amiga, mientras que al dolor siempre lo recibiría como un nuevo amigo. Es por eso que cuando el apocalipsis comenzó, dos almas se encontraron para nunca dejarse ir, Carl Grimes describía a Marlene como su única luz. Su amor era tan puro como los brillantes rayos de sol que brindaban luz cada día, la luz los había unido para nunca separarlos. Pero la luz también podía desvanecerse. ﹙▰s𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝘁𝘄𝗼 , s𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲﹚ ﹙▰𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱﹚ ﹙▰𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗅 𝖦𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰﹚ accemold ❚ ❘❘ ▇ ❘❚ ❘ ❚ ▇ ❘❘ Ⓒ𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗱𝗮 cualquier copia o adaptación de esta historia sin permiso autorizado de la 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗮

Rosie Banks is a quiet and tough nine-year-old girl living in the Atlanta camp with her father, David Banks. After a few weeks at the camp, David gets to know the Dixon brothers. Rosie, being her father's own personal shadow, gets to know the Dixons as well. It doesn't take long for the Dixons to catch on to the many flaws in the relationship between Rosie and her father. Eventually, Merle decides to take matters into his own hands. Will Rosie ever come to understand that it was for the better? How will she survive without her father? ⚠️This book has mature themes such as abuse, sa, and suicide. They aren't constant, but they are there.⚠️ • Completed!!! If there are any typos/errors, please don't hesitate to point them out so I can fix them! Comments are appreciated! Enjoy!

Despite her rocky upbringing, Juniper Dixon strives to be kind to all things, even those who are not kind to her- except for the dead. She didn't really fit in at school or at home, but she supposes that doesn't really matter, now that the dead are walking. All that matters is that she keeps breathing. At least, that's what her dad says. • ⚠️ This book has mature themes such as EDs and abuse, with slight mentions of sa and suicide. They aren't constant and they're not nearly as intense as they are in Future Ghosts, but they are there. ⚠️ If there are any typos/errors, please don't hesitate to point them out so I can fix them! Comments are appreciated! Enjoy!