A Jack Kline fan fiction (reader insert) Two salty hunters, one half angel kid, a dude that just came back from the dead... again and a baddas weirdo twin from other universe Team Free Will 3.0

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A young girl who is taken from her father is soon reunited with him. She goes through deaths, gunshots, wars, and heartbreak. Carl Grimes is the boy of her dreams, love isn't something her father wants for her but he can't do anything about it. Lacey fights for her life everyday and she's pretty tough. It's not surprising since she's a Dixon.. *Currently editing!*

It was clear the second she turned up at the prison that she was one of them. That she was a Dixon. Her brown hair, her greying blue eyes. Almost everything about her screamed Dixon. - When a girl, around Carl's age, turns up at the prison, people start to talk. Bella Riley... Dixon? It has to be true. Everybody asks the same question, and only one person could answer it. Does Daryl Dixon have a daughter?

Daryl is your father. your mother left Daryl when she found out he made her pregnant, she was angry and only 17 years old at the time, Daryl was drunk and still figuring himself out, he was 19 years old. your mother always talked about Daryl when he was in highschool, how nice but rude he was, how shy he got when things got heated between them. your mom was too afraid to go back to him though, when she finally had the courage. Zombies broke loose and attacked everyone.

Y/N Grimes is Rick's younger sister. You used to be in the military and have enough PTSD to last a lifetime. With Shane's help you created the quarry camp and came across the Dixon brother's in the woods. You bought them back to camp, but after that everything changed and you were still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or not.

First Book! Starting in the middle of season 1 TWD Casey of course was tragic along with the broken world where a disease has taken over. She doesn't know how it happened, when it happened, or why it happened, but's she immune. When she crosses paths with Rick's group the same questions goes around, why is a twelve year old girl immune? Is she the cure? Will she save the world? Or end it? Slowly as time goes on she discovers parts of herself she didn't know were even there. Her tears are acid, her blood can attract walkers, her spit can kill walkers, and she is of course immune to the bite. Being with Carl, the only boy she has seen in what seems like forever, she grows feelings for the blue eyed boy. As for him, he's fascinated by the girl who is impossibly perfect. Little did they know they would be the end of each other. As they go on protecting Casey, will they ever find the cure? Or will she watch everyone she loves die?

What if our favorite bow wielding redneck had a daughter he had to care for and protect? Will Daryl only protect his precious little princess from walkers? Or will he protect her from love aswell? Read the story to find out! **Disclaimer** I own none of The Walking Dead characters or episodes. This is simply a fanfiction. I only own the characters I make up.

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___

You are a very kind and sweet child, the women in your previous town doted on your natural caring nature and nicknamed you Doll. You are Doll, you're real name didn't matter because you were as perfect and as beautiful as a doll. Encased in a cage of porcelain and silk it is dangerous to step out of these bounds, and so you never did. You watched within that cage of your mother's infidelity behind your father's back until it lead to her death when two of her side pieces decided to kill her in an act of revenge while you sat in the next room calmly dialing the police.