Maverick (Mac) hawthorn was never one for conversation. Neither was Rick grimes. S3-S11 Rick grimes x male oc

world went to shit as Karma Smith was with her grandparents and she felt her mother die and for all she knew her father died with her. as far as shes concerned shes alone until she winds up at Atlanta an runs into a group. she doesn't trust them enough to reveal her true last name and her biggest secrets but she eventually does. will he even want her with knowing what shes truly capable of doing and what's hiding out in the mountains?

My name is Aurora. I'm twenty-six years old, and the women in my family have always been a little... different. Powers run through our bloodline, passed from mother to daughter, and mine have never exactly been subtle. Most people would probably use something like that responsibly. Me? I want to fuck shit up. More specifically, I want to fuck shit up in The Walking Dead. I've watched the show enough times to know exactly who I want to save, who deserves a good smack upside the head, and which disasters could have been avoided if somebody with a little common sense-and a whole lot of magic-had been there. So when I suddenly get the chance to jump straight into the world of walkers, crossbows, bad decisions, and ridiculously attractive survivors, I'm not about to waste it. Change the story? Absolutely. Save some lives? Definitely. Cause chaos? Without question. And maybe have a little fun along the way. After all... Girls just wanna have fun.

My name is Luce, and I've been surviving on my own since the dead started walking. Being alone was dangerous enough. Being eight months pregnant made every day a fight to protect more than just myself. Then Scar found me-or maybe I found him. Scar isn't human. He's a Yautja warrior powerful, deadly, and feared by anything smart enough to recognize a predator. Together, we created a place protected from walkers and dangerous survivors alike. He guards our home with his weapons and strength, while my magic keeps the barriers standing and both of us alive. Scar may be my protector, but he knows I'm far from helpless. With my baby's arrival getting closer, the dead gathering outside our walls, and humans searching for anything they can steal, survival is about to become even more dangerous. Because Scar will destroy anything that threatens his family-and my magic may be the only force powerful enough to stop him.

My name is Josie, and I'm not exactly normal. The women in my family have always possessed powerful abilities, but mine are stronger than anyone expected. I can do more than I ever thought possible, and no matter how much power I use, I never get tired. So, naturally, I decided to use my abilities to jump into the universe of *The Walking Dead*. I already know how the story is supposed to go, but I'm not interested in standing back and watching everyone suffer. I'm here to change things, save lives, and cause a little chaos along the way. The best part? Walkers can't come within twenty feet of me. As I travel through this dangerous new world, I meet Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Daryl Dixon, and the rest of their group. They don't know where I came from, what I'm capable of, or how much I already know about their future. The story may belong to them, but now that I'm here, everything is about to change.

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Veronica Sawyer is Daryl Dixon's best friend before the apocalypse, but they get separated after the outbreak. Will they reunite? season 1 - ?? daryl dixon x oc rick grimes x oc

My name is Holly Grimes. I'm twenty-one years old, I live across the street from my family, and Shane lives right next door. My family learned a long time ago that crowding me is a bad idea. I love them, but I like my space and with the kind of magic I have, pushing my boundaries can end with somebody getting thrown across a room...or accidentally teleported somewhere they really don't want to be. I thought I was going to have a perfectly normal night. I was stretched out on my couch, eating Jolly Ranchers and watching *Yellowstone*, completely minding my own business. Then my magic flared. One second, Rip Wheeler was on my TV. The next, Rip Wheeler was standing in my living room. I stared at him. He stared at me. And all I could think was Oh, this is gonna be fun. Especially when the dead start walking, the world goes to hell, and my already-chaotic family realizes the intimidating cowboy from my television might be sticking around. Good thing I have magic. Good thing Rip knows how to survive. And good luck to anybody who thinks they're going to tell either one of us what to do.

My name is Honey, and I'm the princess of the Sinners Saints Motorcycle Club. My father is the club president, which means I grew up surrounded by roaring engines, leather cuts, loaded guns, and men who would burn the world down to protect me. Most people think being the president's daughter makes me spoiled or weak. They're wrong. I was out picking up supplies for dinner when I got the call that changed everything. People were attacking each other. The dead were getting back up. The city was falling apart, and my father ordered me to get home before the roads became impossible to travel. But getting back to the clubhouse is only the beginning. With the world overrun by walkers, the Sinners Saints must become more than an MC. They must become survivors, protectors, and warriors. Our clubhouse becomes a fortress, our motorcycles become lifelines, and anyone who threatens our family will learn exactly how dangerous the club's princess can be. My name might be Honey, but there's nothing sweet about what I'll do to protect the people I love.

My name is Christine, and I'm twenty-two years old. What was supposed to be a peaceful camping trip with my grandpa Dale quickly turned into the beginning of a nightmare. Strange reports started coming over the radio-violent attacks, people acting like monsters, and entire cities falling into chaos. Before we could understand what was happening, my magic began to flare stronger than it ever had before, warning me that something terrible was coming. When the dead begin walking, Grandpa and I find ourselves joining a group of survivors struggling to stay alive. That is where I meet Theodore Douglas-T-Dog. He is strong, kind, protective, and willing to risk everything for the people he cares about. As the world falls apart around us, the connection between us grows into something neither of us expected. My magic is powerful, and unlike most people with extraordinary abilities, using my powers never makes me tired or weak. With walkers surrounding us, dangerous survivors hiding among the living, and the world changing every day, I will use everything I have to protect Grandpa, T-Dog, and the family we build along the way.