Book 1: At the Edge of Misery Cristine Daya Gerrard, a young residency doctor in the apocalypse must mend the pieces with her broken and estranged family, while fighting for her place in a community that doesn't accept her. One man in particular does his best to make sure that she leaves the Ranch, but Cristine isn't someone who goes out without putting up a fight. She finds a way to make herself irreplaceable for Broke Jaw Ranch, so that she remains safe and alive from the threats not only outside, but inside the supposedly safe walls. WARNING: Mature and triggering themes will be present in this story. Racism, misogyny, violence, abuse and the like. This is The Walking Dead universe, so that's to be expected. So if you're easily triggered, don't read! I won't be placing many trigger warnings in my chapters. I only own my original characters and the non-canon plots of this story. First half of the story takes place shortly after the start of the apocalypse. Fear the Walking Dead Pre-Season 3 | Troy Otto x OC

Book 2: Children of Violence Cristine her heart thumped. She could hear blood passing through her ears - thump, thump, thump-and looking down saw her red coated chest moving up and down. She even tasted textured meat that was never meant to be chewed on by a human. She noticed how her dirty hands shook around her upper legs and inhaled. Her vision became blurry when she looked at the calm Troy. Suddenly, she was hot and sweaty, so hot and sweaty that she wanted to run. But as soon as she tried to stand it left her body unsteady. The trembling traveled down into her legs and hips, leaving her shaky. She felt weak, as if everything just drained out of her. Yet, her heart seemed to pound even faster, even harder. She tried taking a deep breath to calm herself, but her inhales were sharp and shallow. Her vision went darker and narrow again, like a kaleidoscope. "Breathe," Troy calmly said. "You did good." He earnestly complimented. Fear the Walking Dead Pre-Season 3 | Troy Otto x OC Recommended read before starting this book: At the Edge of Misery

Book 3: Flesh And Bone "You said you had my back." Cristine felt her scalp tingle, neck and facial muscles pulled tight. This conflicting feelings of helplessness and being cornered annoying her greatly. Everything Troy said made her angry and if it was before she wouldn't care about any of this. She'd stay as far away from him as possible and watch it all crash and burn before escaping with her family. But they had a mutual respect for one another now. That's what Cristine liked to believe until Troy smashed it like some cheap vase in barely a few days. Cristine felt betrayed and sickened by his actions. She should have been used to people disappointing her, but this time hurt her more than usual and Cristine didn't understand why. "Was that a lie?" Troy asked genuinely. "No," Cristine felt something tickle at the base of her throat and her eyes stung. "But I'm not going to pretend that what you did is okay. It'll never be okay Troy. Do you get that?" WARNING: Mature and triggering themes will be present in this story. It's The Walking Dead universe, so that's to be expected. So if you're easily triggered, please don't read this. I won't be placing any trigger warnings in my chapters. I only own my original characters and the non-canon plots of this story. Fear the Walking Dead Season 3 | Troy Otto x OC

Book 4: The World We Live In "Troy, stop," Cristine demanded. She didn't look at him, not even when she felt him cage her entirely between the door and himself, arms at either side of her body with his hands pressing into the door. Her eyes fluttered from the building pressure in her sockets. The upper corner of her lips twitched from holding back her urge to scream and cry at the same time. This wasn't right. Troy saw it all in front of him like a recorded movie and whispered, "not until you tell me the truth. Say that I'm right." Cristine didn't say anything for a long time and didn't want to argue, not when she wasn't sure what it would mean if she would fold under Troy's pressure and admit it. The familiar streak in his voice made her breath hitch. It was the tone that balanced on the fringe of reason and excited madness. Cristine bit her lower lip and glared at the floor. She didn't want to talk about this anymore, not when emotions started to run high and the thread of reason and insanity blurred. It was like toppling into the depth of everything dark and perverse of waiting to swallow them both whole with imminent ruin and self-destruction. Like always, they were operating at Troy's pace. Fear the Walking Dead (Post)Season 3 | Troy Otto x OC Recommended read before starting this book: Flesh And Bone

Fear The Walking Dead S8 | Troy Otto x Cristine Gerard (OC) Troy was dead-murdered. Cristine had clung to a flimsy thread of her reality through her connection with the ones she was returning to- her current small family unit, her grounding source in an otherwise chaotic existence. Yet, here Troy was, defying the narrative of her fractured reality. Cristine's heart pumped hard, and conflicting emotions drowned her senses. She had endured years of solitude, crafting a facade of resilience, and now, faced with his supposed face, her mind rejected the implausible truth. "This isn't real," Cristine blurted out, her voice laced with desperate denial. The fragility of her mental state, often masked by a stoic survivor persona she had unveiled in full, unraveled in the face of this impossible. "You're not real. "Attempting to escape, Cristine recoiled, trying to distance herself from the phantom holding her captive that defied the logic of her grief-stricken existence. "You're dead." Sheer panic gripped her, an overwhelming surge of fear that clawed at the edges of her consciousness. The very fabric of reality seemed to unravel, and as if caught in a relentless undertow, Cristine struggled against the tide. She suddenly kicked her feet, startling Troy as if trying to dispel an illusion. Breathing became a precious commodity, the air growing thin as panic tightened its grip around her throat. Cristine gasped for air, her chest constricting in the throes of a panic attack. Darkness threatened to engulf her, both in and out.

ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴀʀ. ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀꜱʏ. ꜰʟᴀᴡʟᴇꜱꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀʜᴏᴏᴅ -----ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʀᴏʏ ᴏᴛᴛᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ------- ------------ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 3 ➸ ➸ ➸ --------ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʀᴏʏ ᴏᴛᴛᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ------- ------------ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 5 ﾟ･★ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ ➸ ᴄʟɪɴᴇꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴢ ᴇꜱᴛ. 28/09/22 ©ᴘ0ɪꜱᴏɴᴇᴅʜ3ᴀʀᴛ

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are you going to cowboy up or just lay there and bleed? ftwd.

A popular legend says that there exists an invisible red thread linking two people together. What the legend doesn't state is whether that red comes from love, or from blood. "I could have never forgiven him for what he did to me. Memories keep storming in my mind without warning, and they hit me in the face like a frozen wind. I was taken away from my parents, from my boyfriend, from everything I knew and thrown in some godforsaken lab. Then came Him, to make my life a living hell, the only successful experiment he's ever done. Because this place kills your soul even if you make it out alive. I am Leyla Monteiro, and this is my story. I hope I'll have the chance to get to the end of it. " Disclaimer: All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Defyingravity9 This is a work of fiction. Some characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either property of AMC or products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

"even if you lose it, it will find you, there's no way to stop it, so don't try to." ...... book 1 troy otto x fem oc pre-apoc. started: 10.31.21 published: 11.01.21 completed: 6.30.22