"That's Evelyn, but she prefers Eve." Dale spoke from behind us. "She doesn't say much. Maybe you'll get to hear her voice someday." Evelyn Rider's light step and silent disposition have served her well during these dangerous times, but the dead are not the only ones who won't hear her coming. - Trigger warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, panic attacks, psychotic behavior, and other disturbing themes. Please read at your discretion and take care of yourself. - Updates every Monday I would really appreciate it if you read on my website, it helps me a lot! http://www.miimaas.com/ You can also read this story on Fanfiction.net and Ao3 at my account/profile: Miimaas https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12270942/1/Sneaky https://archiveofourown.org/users/Miimaas/pseuds/Miimaas - #1 ranked in Amc 5-17-2018 #1 ranked in Daryl Dixon 5-22-2018 (and off & on to the present) #1 ranked in TheWalkingDead 6-18-2018 (and off & on to the present)

"Survive now. Cry later. " ♤ "Sweetheart, hush now" I whispered as we hid in the tiny mahogany closest, a small stream of light drifting in. He made a small whimper causing me to pull him closer to my chest as the footsteps got louder. Squeezing my eyes closed, I heard the squeaking of a floorboard as the light disappeared and an eye came into view. "Hey lil bro! Come see what I found!" A loud, raspy, harsh voice chuckled. My heart sped up. This was it.. #1 in #twdlovestory #13 in #twdfanfic out of 2.8K #9 in #daryl

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Caroline was the girl who never escaped, no matter how hard she tried. Even when the dead started walking. But meeting him made her want to try even harder. "You're gonna miss me when I'm gone, Daryl Dixon. I've already made my mark on you." "Doubt it." He grunted, walking away. Season 2-4