My name is Kris Garner. I'm 25 years old, eight months pregnant, and I live next door to Rick Grimes. Before everything went to hell, my biggest concern was getting through the last month of my pregnancy without losing my damn mind. Rick was the cop next door I trusted, and Shane Walsh was around enough that seeing him had become a normal part of my life. Then the world died. People started attacking each other. The dead refused to stay dead. Phones stopped working, streets became death traps. We are forced to face what's happening. There's no time to wait for someone to come save us. We have to move, gather what we can, and survive. And when the world strips everything else away, I start seeing the people around me differently. Especially Shane and Rick. They stay close. They protect me without treating me like I'm helpless. And somewhere between running from the dead, trying to build something worth surviving for, the lines between friendship, loyalty, and something much deeper begin to blur. The dead are walking. The old world is finished. And sometimes it takes the end of everything to finally make you open your eyes. Rick Grimes × Kris Garner × Shane Walsh

The world ended long before Camila Rivera realized it. At twenty-four, Cami had a life she understood. She was an EMT in Atlanta, close to her family, surrounded by the ordinary things she'd always taken for granted. Then the dead started walking. Now, the rules are different. There are no hospitals to run to, no police to call, and no guarantee that the person standing beside you will still be alive tomorrow. After finding her way to a group of survivors outside Atlanta, Cami slowly begins building something that resembles a life again. Friendship becomes family. Strangers become people worth dying for. And somewhere between the blood, grief, and constant fight to survive, she finds herself falling for people she never expected to love. But the apocalypse has a way of changing people. Some become harder. Some become stronger. Some lose pieces of themselves along the way. And Cami? She's carrying more than anyone realizes. The memories of the life she lost. The people she couldn't save. The loves she can't seem to leave behind. And eventually, a reason to survive that changes everything. Because in a world filled with the dead, the hardest things to carry are often the things that remind you that you're still alive.

My name is Hayden Mathews, and Greenwood Asylum is my first job fresh out of college. Most people would run the second they heard the word *slashers*. They would picture blood, screams, locked doors, and monsters wearing human faces. They would hear that the asylum houses some of the most dangerous killers alive and decide no paycheck is worth it. But I am not most people. Greenwood Asylum was supposed to break me. The doctors warned me. The guards watched me like I was already dead. The slashers smiled like they had found their next favorite toy. What none of them realized is that I do not scare easy. Actually, I do not scare at all. The slashers may rule the halls of Greenwood, but they have never met anyone like me. And by the time they figure that out, it might already be too late. I can also make it darker, more creepy, or more Wattpad-style dramatic.

I had lived beside the Grimes family long enough to feel like I was part of them. Carl was more than just the little boy I babysat. He was family. And when Lori started leaving him with me more and more, I never complained. I loved that kid like he was my own, and I knew Rick and Shane trusted me with him more than anyone. Then the world ended. One minute Carl and I were at the store, picking up normal things like life was still normal. The next, people were screaming, running, bleeding... changing. All I could think about was getting Carl somewhere safe. Getting us back to Rick. Getting us back to Shane. But Rick and Shane had already made one thing clear long before the dead started walking. They were going to protect me no matter what. They were going to keep me close. Keep me safe. And they were going to make sure I never forgot that I was wanted. Now the world is falling apart around us, and survival means trusting the two men who have always looked at me like I mattered. With walkers outside, danger everywhere, and people showing their true colors, I'll do whatever it takes to keep Carl alive and get back to the men who promised they would never let me go. Because in this new world, family isn't always blood. Sometimes it's the people willing to fight through hell to bring you home.

She walked away from them. She carried their legacy anyway. Anastasia survived loving immortals, surviving loss, and choosing herself when the world tried to tear her apart. Now she is no longer bound to ancient vampires or cursed destinies but the past is not done with her. With the blood of a Hybrid flowing through her child and the shadows of the Mikaelsons never far behind, Anastasia must face a truth she never asked for: some legacies cannot be escaped. Power, family, and fate collide as she steps into a new chapter one where she is not owned, protected, or controlled. She is the legacy. And the Originals will never be the same again. The Originals (season 1-5) Finished Oc x Klaus, Elijah and Kol Mikaelson BOOK TWO (Finished)

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.

Alexia Grimes has never been normal and she has never wanted to be. At twenty-two years old, Alexia has something most people could only dream about: unlimited magic. There are no limits to what she can create, destroy, heal, move, or protect. Magic runs through the women in her family, and when her grandmother passed away, Alexia inherited more than just her power. She inherited a massive 100-acre estate, a property that can only be passed down to the magical women of her bloodline. Alexia doesn't need a job. She doesn't need anyone to take care of her. Between her land, her inheritance, and magic powerful enough to reshape the world around her, she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself. But there is one man who has always managed to get closer than most. Shane Walsh. Shane has stood beside Alexia even when her father didn't approve, and Alexia has never been shy about showing exactly how much he means to her. Then the world begins to fall apart. The dead start walking. Civilization collapses. People become just as dangerous as the monsters outside. For everyone else, it's the apocalypse. For Alexia? It's time to turn those 100 acres into something no walker-or living enemy-will ever be able to conquer. With unlimited magic at her fingertips, a family determined to protect her, Shane becoming something much more than a family friend, and unexpected men catching her attention along the way, Alexia is about to completely rewrite the story of The Walking Dead. Because this time, the Grimes family has a witch on their side. And Alexia Grimes doesn't plan on losing anyone she loves.

My name is Wicks, and I'm a witch. Not the pointy-hat, spell-book kind either. My powers are unlimited, my attitude is questionable, and I've got a smirk that usually means somebody's about to regret annoying me. Then the dead started walking. Lucky for me, zombies are a lot less terrifying when you can do basically anything you want with a flick of your hand. Unlimited powers. Zero fear. One crazy chick. Enough said.

My name is Kara, and I'm a witch with unlimited power. And when you have unlimited power, things can get boring pretty fast. So, naturally, I decided to start hopping through different universes and messing with some of my favorite shows. Why sit around watching everything go wrong on a screen when I can jump right into the story and change it myself? The Walking Dead is my first stop. Walkers? Easy. Food shortages? Not anymore. Unsafe camps, stupid decisions, unnecessary deaths, and people who desperately need someone to knock some sense into them? Yeah... I can fix that too. I already know how the story is supposed to go, but with me there, canon doesn't stand a chance. Maybe I'll save everyone. Maybe I'll cause a little chaos. Maybe I'll completely rewrite the entire show just because I can. Either way, The Walking Dead is about to get a witch-sized upgrade. And when I get bored again? Well... there are plenty of other universes waiting for me.

My name is Aura. I'm twenty-three years old, and I'm a powerful witch whose magic never runs out. I never weaken, I never wear out, and I never get tired. I was watching The Walking Dead for the third time, already knowing every death, betrayal, and terrible decision before it happened. The longer I watched, the more frustrated I became. There were so many people I could save, so many mistakes I could prevent, and more than a few people who desperately needed to be put in their place. I started thinking about everything I would change if I were there. Then I smirked. Why sit here yelling at the television when I had enough magic to step inside it? Now the apocalypse is no longer just a show. The walkers are real, the characters have no idea what is coming, and I'm about to rewrite their entire story. This time, things are going to go my way. After all, it's Play Time.