After the fall of the farm, Rick's group has been scavenging from house to house, and before they find the prison, they stumble upon a boy left completely alone in his home. Hershel insists that they bring him with them since they're already taking his supplies and although Rick is hesitant, he agrees and it ultimately changes their lives forever. Seasons 3-5 BOOK ONE OF THREE Ships: Male OC/Male OC NOT BETA READ (will randomly be updated as i re-read and catch my own mistakes)

BOOK TWO OUT OF THREE seasons 6-8 Nate Smith never thought he would see his father again, he's long since accepted that fact and since they arrived at Alexandria, it seems like Nate's list of problems is never ending. He can't keep ignoring this thing with Jasper either. Oh, and then there's this group called the saviors that seems to be a bigger problem than they originally thought.

"Oh," Daryl said softly, "You're a junior." "Yeah," He nodded, "Why do you hate me so much?" "It ain't hate. It's envy. I thought you had everything I wanted. College. Friends. Up 'til now, I thought you had a good family," He paused for a second, "And you haven't exactly been secretive about your sexuality."

BOOK THREE OF THREE seasons 9-11 nate smith is tired. the war with negan is finally over but he's lost nearly everyone he loves. carl is gone and his grief is eating him alive. He can only focus so much on bringing the communities together but it's hard when too many of them look at him and just see the ghost of his father.

"I'll uh look out for you for him from now on" he said, he was still practically a stranger to her but she felt as if she could trust him. "Do you promise?" She asked sniffling and rubbing at her eyes as tears formed. "Promise" "Pinky promise?" Daryl looked at her bewildered as she raised her pinky. He sighed with a small quirk of his lip and linked his pinky with hers. "Promise" <~> Jade Hudson, 5 years old and the world had gone to shit around her in the apocalypse. While searching for her missing father, Daryl Dixon finds her in the woods in a bright yellow rain coat. Follow her as she goes throught the events of the show the Walking Dead bringing a little bit of joy in those whose world crumbles around them. <~> Follows closely to the original plot line of the show. Of course I don't own anything in the walking dead series only my OC. Jade.

Shawn Walsh... For someone who was the son of a cop, he didn't exactly play by the rules, he was a uncontrollable force like a hurricane, a tornado...a tsunami. When he was young, it was only a slight tremble in the ground, a small wind, a tiny wave. But when he got older it became a rumble in the ground, so strong it split the earth in half, the winds became a storm of whipping winds that destroyed houses and ripped the trees from the ground...and the wave Became huge, so high that it reached roofs and touched the skies. Of course Shawn wasn't always like that...but Shane wasn't exactly the best father, he was cold towards Shawn, ignoring him and acting as if he didn't exist. Shawn knew why, it was because Shane didn't want him, he wanted to be with Lori and Carl... though, Shawn was the aftermath of Lori and Shane when they were teenagers, Shane still wanted Lori and her other son who she had with Rick Grimes...the man who Shawn thought of as a father. Unlike Shane who tried to forcibly control Shawn's anger and desperation for love, attention and affection, Rick would hug him and tell him to let it out, he told him to break something, to scream, to cry...and that he'd be there for him every single time. At 22, Shawn had moved out, got an apartment and a job as a tattoo artist, he never inked himself because he had respect for his body, but he did enjoy drawing his art on other people. When Shane came to Shawn's tattoo shop to tell him the only man who was like an actual father to him, had been shot, he became enraged, he screamed as loud as his vocal cords would allow him, he threw chairs and anything else he could get his hands on at the wall. Maybe it was because of his heart broken state, but for the first time in his life his actual father had hugged him, he had pulled him to his chest and told him everything would be alright...but how could it when the dead began to rise and people began to pull apart and turn on each other?

Callie Walsh was never meant to be part of the end of the world. The daughter of Shane Walsh and the result of a one-night stand, she lived her life split between two homes-caught between her father's chaotic presence and the stability of the Grimes family. Born just three months apart from Carl Grimes, Callie grew up alongside him like a sibling. But when the world fell apart, she was with her mother... and Shane didn't look back long enough to find her. Locked inside her home with her mother Stephanie, Callie waited as the dead took over the streets. When their food ran out, Stephanie left to search for supplies-and never came back. Alone, starving, and terrified, nine-year-old Callie made the only choice she could: find her way to the Grimes' house two streets over. But Lori and Carl were already gone. Broken and alone, Callie thought all hope was lost-until Rick Grimes stumbled through the door, barely alive but determined to protect her. Together, they set out to survive the impossible. Yet in a world where nothing is simple and no one is safe, Callie must learn that family isn't always who you're born to... and survival comes at a price.

"ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ɪᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ɪᴍ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ." "ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴋɪᴅᴅᴏ." ✿ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 the governor has a right hand man Johnathan Bates who has a six year old daughter Ottlie 'Ottie' Bates and a seven year old daughter Aderlee Bates. What happens when Daryl finds out that the Bates family isn't all they seem. [s3 - s11]

Sami was in America to help his little brother, Danny. He couldn't speak English, and wasn't planning to be there for long. And then the world ended.

In a world full of danger lurking in every corner, Birdie Jackson stayed silent. Learned to keep quiet during the loud, be angry when shown the good. The apocalypse had ripped her out of her childish manners and into a world full of knife-wielding and blood-soaked hands. The woods became her and her father's sanctuary, their car that was running out of fuel being the only thing holding them together. Foods stolen from abandoned houses began to empty out, their chance of survival slim with every passing day. So, Vincent left to go on a run. But he didn't come back. It took three long, excruciating weeks before Birdie left the car - with only a knife for protection and determination fuelling her forward. That was the day she lost something, and gained something else. Something that would not only make her find her voice again, but fill that hole in her chest that had been once carved into her by loss and grief. ꜱɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀꜱ © 2025 ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. 26 / 01 / '25 ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ. ?? ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 3.