Top ranks: #1 in darylxreader #1 in daryldixon #94 in twd WARNING: this story is about to go into MAJOR renovation, which may create some plot holes at first, but it will all be dandy soon enough. "The rules of surviving are 1. Don't fall off of a cliff 2. Don't fall in any holes. 3. Don't Fall into a swarm of walkers 4. Don't fall period." "Shut up, y/n." Daryl Dixon, a redneck motorcyclist. Y/n l/n, a smart ass, tracker and hunter. Despite their feuding, the two work well together. As an infectious disease breaks out, causing society to collapse. Y/n was left to fend for herself, loosing all the friends and family she once had. "The rules for not dying are 1. Steal food 2.steal water 3. Steal shelter 4. Live" "I said shut the fuck up." Don't be fooled by her façade. Y/n's a fighter, and with Daryl Dixon by her side, they're unstoppable. "The rules of living with a group 1. Find a group 2. Live with them 3. Become friends with them 4. Don't go on a shooting spree." "The only person getting shot here is you if you don't shut up." "What did I just say, Mr. Dixon?" Do opposites attract, or is there more in common between the two than meets the eye?

You are the main character in this story. You meet Daryl in the woods, and become part of his group.

In the wake of the zombie apocalypse, life took a drastic turn. I, (Y/n) Greene, sought refuge with my family on our farm, under the watchful care of my father, Herschel, and alongside my siblings. Little did I know, the fateful meeting with a man and his injured son would alter the course of my life. ___Edited for clarity as of December 2023___

Daryl and Norman Reedus Imagines, Blurbs, Preferences, Sometimes long imagines lol (Completed)

Ongoing •We only said goodbye with words• °I died a hundred times° •You go back to her• °And I go back to black° In which Gonzalez knew it from the moment she walked into camp. Started: June 1, 2018.

"and then she does the simplest thing in the world. she leans over and kisses him. and the sky cracks open." || the walking dead | season1-8| daryl dixon ||

[I'm currently working on editing this story right now so I apologize in advance for the trash Grammar I might have lol, other than that I hope you enjoy] "Holy cow! Is that really you Dixon? Why I don't believe it! I never thought I'd see another living person again let alone YOU." (Y/N) met Daryl Dixon in her college and they majored in the same thing. Daryl wasn't a social butterfly but (Y/N) kept trying to befriend him, she considered him a friend and he considered her loud and obnoxious. After awhile the world went to hell and there was barely anyone left. The two run into each other, (Y/N) sticks around Daryl despite his "complaints"... how will this situation play out? Will Daryl cooperate or will they grow further apart? ❗None of the characters in this story were made by me, credit to the makers of 'The Walking Dead'❗

All credit is rightfully given! None of these are written by me unless I say otherwise! Almost ALL of these are written by beautiful people on Tumblr and all the credit rightfully goes to them. Enjoy! Started: 1/08/18 Copyright © 2018 Ashes_Nicole

Run. That was all that went through my mind, run. Beads of sweat fell down from my forehead, to my cheeks and off of my chin. I could hear their groans and moans behind me as I struggled to keep ahead of them. I didn't want to carry on, I had no reason to. I felt my legs begin to buckle underneath me as I eventually fell to my knees. I lay there on the forest floor, tears streaming down my face, sobbing violently. 'This is it', I thought to myself. 'This is the end'. I closed my eyes as I heard the dead mere feet away from me... ------------------------------------------------- Ok, so, beware, this story contains some triggering themes, 'colourful' language etc. If you can't handle it yet decide to read, just remember that I warned you. Also remember that this is my first story on here so yeah I'm a noob, I know. Aaaanndd that's it k bye enjoy xx ------------------------------------------------ The new cover of this story was made by the amazingly talented acemikka, so all of the credit goes to them. Thank you so much!

"No feelings," you say. "You mustn't have feelings" His ice cold blue eyes, his signature crossbow and his bike. You fear the living and the dead. Especially after you've been captured by dirty, dirty people. Daryl's saved your ass twice already. You need him. One. More. Time. ((Completed and is soon to be edited))