Who would've thought saving a stranger would change everything. *Soulmate AU*

The Walking Dead Various x Atsushi! Male reader 𝙉𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙧𝙪𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. "Do you mean that [NAME]?" "Always." "Well, don't tell Dad I said this but it's the same with me." "Thanks, Carl." an ability user in the apocalypse? please. For as long as [NAME] could remember he'd been the scapegoat. The lamb to sacrifice to the higher. So why is it that now that he is appreciated and loved he still can't stop sacrificing himself?

Who would've thought that while you were driving down to Georgia to rekindle with your sister, the zombie apocalypse would hit ? Well, you did. ---- • Will contain spoilers for AMCs The Walking Dead • I don't own TWD, like stated it belongs to AMC • TW for blood and stuff, I mean it's TWD we're talking abt ----

Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader Minors DNI After only being married for a year and a half, your brother-in-law drags you and your husband Daryl out of the house because the dead start to rise. The three of you find a group, filled with mostly nice people who take you in. Everything goes great until Merle gets handcuffed to a roof and the camp gets attacked, inciting a trip to the CDC, then you get the news of a lifetime. The official Till Death Do Us Part Playlist: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLKCEEjzNMnFiUlQTR8BDQeJGZlegyV-ou&si=F2Ar7Xxl0yMqKcOM TW: typical TWD violence, character deaths, canon deaths, smut, pregnancy, medical situations, detailed gore and triggering situations/topics, basically canon compliant TWD, birth scene, Reader's age is ambiguous but is over the age of 21, Reader is openly stated to not be from Georgia, but no other identifying details, please tell me if I need to add another tw Top Ratings: #6 in alexandria #52 thewalkingdeadxreader as of 4/19/2026

"Carl! Let (last name) put those down first! You, too, Sophia!" . . "You're real stubborn, (last name)." . . "Putting up with you? Oh, sweetheart.. No one's putting up with you. To be completely honest, I believe that you are the one who's putting up with all of us." . . "It's what I thought best and it's what she thought best." . . You woke up in the world of TWD, and you fought so hard to not change the plot of the show, to not get too close- afraid that you'll end up with more losses than not. However, the more time you spend with them, interact with them, laugh and smile with them.. You realize that you're slowly getting attached to every single one of them. Still, you try not to socialize much, because you don't want to get hurt when a character dies. But.. People are real stubborn.

Surviving In A End Of The World with Walkers is not easy and it does not help when survivors, Cannibals, killers, and even walkers are obsessed with ya. Obsession can rot the best of people.

In the chaos of a jammed highway to Atlanta, Y/n meets a ragtag group of survivors. They make camp near the city in a rock quarry. Feeling a false sense of safety. Nothing comes easy in this new world. One day living your normal life, the next, a deadly virus spreads worldwide. And everything you once knew is gone. This y/n fanfic follows the characters of TWD season 1-2. I wrote this story to immerses you into the series, without necessarily being attached to just one character. I do not own any rights to the AMC series. I'm just building upon the source material of the show.

!! CURRENTLY REWRITING !! 🦋🧸🦋🧸🦋🧸 With that, the Saviors began to pile into the different vehicles. But Negan stopped his walking, turning back to Rick. "Oh, wait. How careless of me. You didn't think I was gonna leave Lucille, did ya? I mean, after what she did, why would you want 'er? Thank you for being so accommodating, friend." He took the bat from the other man's hand. Negan then leaned in closer to Rick. "In case you haven't caught on... I just slipped my dick down your throat, and you thanked me for it." "Gross. 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺, gross." [name] stood beside the walker corpse, staring at the older man in disgust, grenade in hand. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "[name], get in the damn truck please." "𝘠𝘰𝘶 get in the truck," they said with a slight mocking tone, walking past him and towards the blue vehicle as they tossed the grenade up, catching it with the same hand. 🦋🧸🦋🧸🦋🧸 The Walking Dead x Gender Neutral Reader Trigger Warnings in Info Page 🦋🧸🦋🧸🦋🧸 Started -- January 10, 2026 Season 7 -- [work in progress] Ended --

When the world fell, you were thousands of miles from where the story everyone knows would begin. California burned while families scattered, roads closed, and voices went silent. Somewhere along the way, you lost everyone-until only one thing was left waiting for you at home. You leave for a food run believing there's still something worth returning to. You come back to learn that even hope doesn't survive untouched. With nothing left but grief and instinct, you head east, following rumors of safety and people who still fight to stay human. By the time you reach a farmhouse in Georgia, Rick Grimes has just woken up, Maggie Greene is learning how to survive, and the world is only beginning to show its teeth. You're young enough to still feel everything and old enough to know feelings can get you killed. Caught between Carl's loss of innocence and Daryl's hardened survival, you're forced to grow up fast-learning who to trust, who to love, and who you might become when the dead aren't the only thing chasing you. This is your story. From the other side of the country. From the very beginning. A Walking Dead Story, the story of a young female who experienced a true living hell so young. ⚠️ Content Warnings • Graphic depictions of violence (The Walking Dead universe) • Death and loss • Animal death (non-graphic) • Grief and trauma • Apocalypse themes • Mild language • Emotional distress Reader discretion advised

You used to be someone. Not just someone... someone important. A judge. A name that meant something. You stood behind a bench with your head high, a courtroom full of people waiting for your voice and when you spoke? It was law. You didn't run. You didn't hide. You decided what was right and what was wrong and people followed. But that world's gone. And so is the power that used to protect you. Now, your title is useless. Your name doesn't open doors. All that control you once had? Stripped from your hands the second the world caught fire. The law fell. The system burned and you were left with nothing but blood on your hands and a knife at your side. The people you once worked with. They're either dead or feeding on the living. The courtroom? A massacre. Your fiancé? Missing. Gone. Maybe dead. Maybe worse. So you learned to survive. You threw away everything soft inside you. All the rules. All the mercy. You became something new - not weaker, not broken just... colder. Smarter. More dangerous. And in this new world? People don't crave justice. They crave control. Obsession. Power. Possession. And they see all of that in you. They want you. They don't care that you're taken. They don't care what lines they have to cross. They just want you close and they'll burn down anything that gets in the way. And in this new world? People don't follow justice. They follow obsession. You are no longer the judge. You are the verdict. And they'll do anything - anything - to keep you.