Can two people who have suffered so much loss help each other to heal. Or will guilt from the past stop them from seeing what's right in front of them

It's been two months since this whole thing started. Two months of fear and pain. Two months of running around, scavenging for food. Two months without a group or weapons, just a pocket knife in my boot. The walkers, they just keep coming and I'm running. Pain seeped through my body as I put pressure on my left ankle. I have to keep going. I thought. I have to.

After burning down the house Beth and Daryl go back to their little camp. And their relationship evolves.

Daryl and Athena had been best friends since they were eleven years old. Daryl had been Athena's escape from hell that she called home. Being that kind of friend to someone; the person they run to when their mother has brought someone home and they tried something on you, the person they run to when their mother is drunk and not even questioning who she's about to hit, the person they run to when they're being picked on in school, the person they run to when they need a shoulder to cry on. That kind of friend could never leave. Until one day, he does. Athena's life unravels around her as her best friend and his big brother Merle send her off on a roller coaster of chaos. A roller coaster that takes her to the highest of buildings in New York, to the dirtiest of cells in America, from a plastic chair in the police station to a pew in a church, from school to buses traveling half the country and back. Athena has the weight of the world resting on her shoulders, but will she keep fighting, for her life, for that measly bit of hope she still has, for her best friends, for the one she truly loves or will she call it quits because God won't lighten the load or give her broader shoulders. But then again, who needs God when you have Daryl Dixon. #~#~# mature due to smut and softcore violence. (please dont read if you'd be uncomfortable with that) stick with me through the start it gets better:) there was once a sequel to this but i deleted it bc i hated it.

Roselyn Dixon a 14 year old who surviving the apocalypse by herself. That is, until she found out that her brother is alive. Once hearing of this great news she doesn't hesitate to find him. When she does find him she couldn't be any happier, but what she doesn't know is that she will fall hard in love. Ready or not. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ WARNING! BEING REWRITTEN! FEEL FREE TO READ BUT WARNING! IT WILL BE CONFUSING!

Mysterious. Its a word that can discribe Sam. The torn, broken soul that couldn't be healed. It was like that until she meet him. It had been years since the last time she spoke. He had helped her through that and more. surviving and protecting the ones you love. Even if it might kill you.

*Currently in process of editing. This explains why chapters 1-4 don't quite match up with the rest.* The Walking Dead Fanfiction: Harli is a 16 year old girl who has been living in everyone's worst nightmare for the past few months. When she isn't fighting off decomposing bodies that want to eat her. she's searching. Not for a safe haven, but rather her father, Daryl Dixon. Separated at the start of Armageddon, she spent months attempting to track him down, but she finds that finding Daryl isn't going to be her only problem.

Life is broken. That's the only way to explain this damned world. You can't do anything without second guessing your decision, you think that what ever you do is wrong and I can't even count the number of times I've lost my morales. I've had to do things that you should only have to see in the movies. Killing should only be something you hear on the news, but now I don't get a day without hearing people cry and whimper for help or mercy. The world is broken, and it's all thanks to the damned corpses that rise up everyday and chow down on the living. The only reason I haven't given up hope, the only reason I haven't stopped fighting, the only reason I haven't sent a bullet through my brain is because of one thing. This thing that keeps me going, this thing fuels my body, this thing that makes me fight these diseased ridden freaks, is love. The love I have for my family and friends is the only thing that's kept me here, it's the only reason I walk the earth with the dead. Included among my family and friends is the biggest reason I didn't die at the beginning, he's one of the biggest reason's why I protect the prison with my life. This man that saved my life countless times is my broken saviour, this man is none other than my redneck.

Alyssa Dixon. From an abusive and drug ridden family. A zombie slayer, and a perfectionest at a crossbow. You could give her any gun, and she could use it. It's been a lonely year for Alyssa. But when she comes across a fence, leading towards a prison. Her life changes. She finds family, love, and hope for her so-called humanity. Join Aly in her fight for her life in...The Third Dixon

In the midst of a flesh-eating zombie apocalypse, Julia Piper finds herself being one of a very small selection of survivors. Along with her big brother, Jason, and a group of newfound human friends, she is struggling every day to survive the potential and continuing threat around every corner.