She wasn't looking for redemption. He wasn't interested in salvation. A chance meeting leads to new alliances, but safety is only an illusion. Fate has made its move, but it will only carry them so far. After that you have to choose: fight or die. The world ended the day the dead rose. Can she build a life in what remains or is fate not done yet? (Daryl x OFC) ~ I tried to stay true to the characters, and with the addition of some original scenes, this will follow the TV show (eventually). There will be some minor and major changes along the way. Hope you like them. Enjoy! I don't own/have any rights to TWD or its characters, scenes, etc. However, my characters (especially Alex) and the plot lines I have created are my own. Please do not plagiarize.

❝ look who's digging their own grave. ❞ ❝ that's what they all say. ❞ ﹙ the walking dead fanfiction ﹚ ﹙ daryl dixon x oc ﹚ ﹙ season one - season eleven. ﹚ ﹙ started 11/15/20 ﹚ ﹙ note; lowercase intended, story will undergo editing when completed due to mistakes. ﹚ ﹙ finished [ ] ﹚ achieved rankings: #1 in daryl 01/07/21 #7 in thewalkingdead 01/04/21 #10 in twd 03/28/21 #14 in normanreedus 01/07/21 #2 in daryl-dixon 03/07/21 #1 in daryldixonfanfiction 01/30/21 #3 in dixon 07/19/21 #1 in twdfanfiction 10/28/21 ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ; any gifs, images that are used in this book do not belong to me unless stated so. this story will include sensitive topics. added characters belong to me!