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My name is Crissa Grimes. I'm nineteen years old, and yes Rick Grimes is my father.
My mom and dad were never some great love story. I was the result of a one-night stand before he ever married Lori. Growing up as Rick Grimes's daughter was complicated enough, but there's one little thing most people don't know about me.
I'm a witch.
And not the kind that needs a spell book for every little thing.
One night, I was sitting in my room watching Teen Wolf, getting more and more pissed off over everything Derek Hale and Peter Hale had been put through. My magic apparently decided I had complained enough.
One second, they were on my TV.
The next, Derek and Peter Hale were standing in the middle of my bedroom.
I barely had time to process what I had done before both of them froze, stared straight at me, and said the exact same word.
"Mate."
Yeah.
Apparently accidentally pulling two werewolves from another universe into mine wasn't enough.
They were both my mates.
I thought that was going to be the biggest problem I had to deal with.
Then my magic showed me what was coming.
The dead were about to start walking.
Now I have two extremely dangerous Hale werewolves attached to my side, unlimited magic at my fingertips, a father who is definitely going to have questions, and an apocalypse getting closer by the second.
The Walking Dead universe has no idea what's about to hit it.
Because this time, Rick Grimes's daughter knows exactly what's coming-and she has no intention of letting canon win.