When a deadly disease ravages the town of Holmsley, Frankie and her friends find themselves trapped inside a military-blockaded quarantine zone. ***** A story that was first published in 2014 and feels more relevant than ever. Fifteen-year-old Frankie and her friends must find their way out of quarantine if they want to survive. As the body count rises, Frankie realizes that this is no ordinary quarantine and no one is coming to help. Once infected, the sick become crazed and violent, while fear turns other survivors to savages. And who or what are the mysterious figures Frankie keeps seeing around town? It seems she'll have to unravel the dark truth behind it all if she wants to get out alive... Content and/or trigger warning: This story describes disease outbreaks and contains scenes of violence, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Basically the title...

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.

*•Book 1•* EDITING "I love you're vest, you look like an Angel." "Ya, a fallen Angel." "A fallen Angel is still an Angel." (Season 1&2) (I do not own any of the walking dead, not the characters or the story line, I only own my characters and their story line)

Jody has gone most of her life being known as Dixon's Girl. Perhaps it's because their trailers are right next door. Maybe it is the way they were forced to sit next to eachother in class. Or maybe, the reason behind the nickname, is the fact that she and daryl were completely and utterly in love. She always wondered if it was their sick and twisted father's which created the connection. They found solace in eachother. But the harsh truth is that Jody doesn't know why she fell for daryl. She just knows that she loves him, more than life itself. Set before the apocalypse TW: . Abuse (all forms) . swearing . drugs . smut

"Stop lookin' at me like that," Daryl whispers, inches away from Abby's face. "Like what?" She asked running her hands through the hair at the nape of his neck. "Like- nevermind," Daryl whispered, and closed the distance between them. Meet Abby, a spunky mid-twenty year old that somehow wormed her way into Daryl Dixon's heart. Season 1 and up

MacKenzie Rivas might been a bitch when we brought her, cold and distant but she when you get to know her she's a enthusiastic girl...That could kill you if she felt like it. She's not that big of a talker. She's extremely smart and intuitive. She's humble but she's a complete badass. She's a lot of stuff. She's unique. That girl is something else. - I look at her. "You're weird" , I say out of the blue she stands up and walks closer to me. "Good weird or bad weird?" "Does it matter?" She shrugs, "Probably not. Just wanted to know what weird means to you"

"Have you ever thought about if there is an end to all of this?" I ask as i feel him run his fingers through my hair "That shit ain't worth thinking about, but there probably isn't an end. Not an end where we all go back to holding hands and singing." He admits with a sigh "Why? It keeping you up at night?" I shake my head and it causes his shoulder to move "No. I've just been thinking about it ever since you got taken" I admit His hands still from combing through my hair and I sit up from his shoulder. "You ain't never got to worry about that. Negans gonna be dead by sunrise and I'm not leaving you again" The serious look in his eyes causes me to nod ________________ OCxDarylDixon ________________ ONGOING, UNEDITED Started: 11/03/2024 Finished: ??? I've just uploaded chapter 11 when I'm writing this and if you were wondering the Daryl story line starts to heat up around this chapter. It's not a fast instantly falling in love book, but the characters start to get closer after chapter 11 if you were interested. :) I don't own TWD, obviously, or any of the characters, apart from my own main character. I also don't own the original TWD plot, obviously, but i do own my own little twists and turns in the original TWD plot made by me. This is my first TWD fanfiction so i hope you enjoy :) Please do comment as i really enjoy reading them, they make my day. I tend to reply to most of my comments, including the comments on my older books, so feel free to read them and comment also.

A year and a half after the war with Negan ends, CJ and her husband continue to survive and live to build their future, surrounded by friends and the people they love. Conflicts arise and old wounds get opened, and she ends up losing another that she loves. Years after the great loss, CJ is finally in a place where she feels like things are settled. Good times make up for the bad, and she sees a future ahead of her and her family. Until new enemies make themselves known, and everything changes once again. ***** "We're gonna get through this... We are, I promise you." "It just feels like we spend our lives fighting. We win one fight and then the next just seems to knock on the door." "And we'll win this one too. Remember what you used to tell Carl, what you tell people even now when they need hope. Say it." "We're the ones who live." "Goddamn right we are." ***** (Book 2 of 'Didn't See That Coming': Read that first if you haven't already!)