"i love you, innocent" 30/10/2015 - 04/01/2016

El mundo decae día a día y las personas que mas aprecias desaparecen de un momento al otro, o todavía peor, se vuelven simples desconocidos que solo se guían por un egoísta instinto de supervivencia. Aun así hay esperanza, y mientras aun existan sentimientos, mientras aun hayan razones para luchar, sobreviviremos y podremos crear nosotros mismos un lugar mejor. Portada hecha por @kindasleep

❝ there's no point in surviving this world if we don't have each other. ❞ IN WHICH a group of survivors navigate their way through a desolate world filled with the walking dead. the walking dead season 2 - ? oc x oc / oc x oc trigger warnings for blood, death, gore, depression, suicidal thoughts, murder. © laheylver 2024

𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙡𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙖. 𝙀́𝙡 𝙡𝙖 𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖. 𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙤 𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙚. 𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙤 𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙤. 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙨. [ 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 ] 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝖽𝖺: 𝟤𝟥 • 𝟣𝟢 • 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝖺: 𝟣𝟫 • 𝟣𝟣 • 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡: @ahdjshr 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗼́𝗻: @DannaAuditore

❝Why am I always Ron in the golden trio group chat? I told you, I'm Hedwig!❞ In which two on-screen love interests fall for each other off-screen. DANIEL SHARMAN X OC

━━ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝗰𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ﹝ ⁱˢᵃᵃᶜ ˡᵃʰᵉʸ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ ﹞ ៚ ❛ ?? ???? ???? les choses donc y'a plus besoin d'crier, on s'regarde dans les yeux ? ??????? ?? ?????, jusqu'a qu'ton ??????? ??????? s'écrase dans le ????????. ❜ ◜ ? ???? ???? ??? ?? ?? ???? ??? ????'? ??, ??? ◞ ??????? ?? ??????? © ????

━━ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿 ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ﹝ ⁱˢᵃᵃᶜ ˡᵃʰᵉʸ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ ﹞ ៚ ❛ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 in his 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 shone for 𝗵𝗲𝗿. She 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 for 𝗵𝗶𝗺. ❜ ◜ 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙩, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠-𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 ◞ 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚡𝚋𝚊 © 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹

Fear The Walking Dead S8 | Troy Otto x Cristine Gerard (OC) Troy was dead-murdered. Cristine had clung to a flimsy thread of her reality through her connection with the ones she was returning to- her current small family unit, her grounding source in an otherwise chaotic existence. Yet, here Troy was, defying the narrative of her fractured reality. Cristine's heart pumped hard, and conflicting emotions drowned her senses. She had endured years of solitude, crafting a facade of resilience, and now, faced with his supposed face, her mind rejected the implausible truth. "This isn't real," Cristine blurted out, her voice laced with desperate denial. The fragility of her mental state, often masked by a stoic survivor persona she had unveiled in full, unraveled in the face of this impossible. "You're not real. "Attempting to escape, Cristine recoiled, trying to distance herself from the phantom holding her captive that defied the logic of her grief-stricken existence. "You're dead." Sheer panic gripped her, an overwhelming surge of fear that clawed at the edges of her consciousness. The very fabric of reality seemed to unravel, and as if caught in a relentless undertow, Cristine struggled against the tide. She suddenly kicked her feet, startling Troy as if trying to dispel an illusion. Breathing became a precious commodity, the air growing thin as panic tightened its grip around her throat. Cristine gasped for air, her chest constricting in the throes of a panic attack. Darkness threatened to engulf her, both in and out.

Book 4: The World We Live In "Troy, stop," Cristine demanded. She didn't look at him, not even when she felt him cage her entirely between the door and himself, arms at either side of her body with his hands pressing into the door. Her eyes fluttered from the building pressure in her sockets. The upper corner of her lips twitched from holding back her urge to scream and cry at the same time. This wasn't right. Troy saw it all in front of him like a recorded movie and whispered, "not until you tell me the truth. Say that I'm right." Cristine didn't say anything for a long time and didn't want to argue, not when she wasn't sure what it would mean if she would fold under Troy's pressure and admit it. The familiar streak in his voice made her breath hitch. It was the tone that balanced on the fringe of reason and excited madness. Cristine bit her lower lip and glared at the floor. She didn't want to talk about this anymore, not when emotions started to run high and the thread of reason and insanity blurred. It was like toppling into the depth of everything dark and perverse of waiting to swallow them both whole with imminent ruin and self-destruction. Like always, they were operating at Troy's pace. Fear the Walking Dead (Post)Season 3 | Troy Otto x OC Recommended read before starting this book: Flesh And Bone

Book 3: Flesh And Bone "You said you had my back." Cristine felt her scalp tingle, neck and facial muscles pulled tight. This conflicting feelings of helplessness and being cornered annoying her greatly. Everything Troy said made her angry and if it was before she wouldn't care about any of this. She'd stay as far away from him as possible and watch it all crash and burn before escaping with her family. But they had a mutual respect for one another now. That's what Cristine liked to believe until Troy smashed it like some cheap vase in barely a few days. Cristine felt betrayed and sickened by his actions. She should have been used to people disappointing her, but this time hurt her more than usual and Cristine didn't understand why. "Was that a lie?" Troy asked genuinely. "No," Cristine felt something tickle at the base of her throat and her eyes stung. "But I'm not going to pretend that what you did is okay. It'll never be okay Troy. Do you get that?" WARNING: Mature and triggering themes will be present in this story. It's The Walking Dead universe, so that's to be expected. So if you're easily triggered, please don't read this. I won't be placing any trigger warnings in my chapters. I only own my original characters and the non-canon plots of this story. Fear the Walking Dead Season 3 | Troy Otto x OC