Raya is a nonverbal autistic eight-year-old who gets picked up from school after being expelled. Her mom finishes lighting a cigarette when there's a sudden bang nearby. Using it as an excuse to step away from the house and her kids, her mom goes to check it out. She never comes back. Raya and her brother, Junior, are left alone. At first, they stay inside, but the dirtiness of themselves and their home, the starvation , and constant fighting with each other force them to venture out. When they finally find a camp, the world only becomes more confusing. Raya has to navigate a world full of death while being autistic and nonverbal. People close to her die, and even those she isn't close to still die. This hell is supposed to be the end of the world at least it is for everyone else. To Raya, it becomes the beginning of something else. In all the destruction, she is finally understood and loved. It becomes a bittersweet new life. Her new life truly begins when Daryl Dixon starts noticing her. started 8/14/2025

Aqui estou eu, na merda que o mundo se tornou, não que antes o mundo já não tava horrível, mas agora tem coisas mais doidas, como a merda de mortos vivos querendo comer a gente, literalmente. Que bom que tenho uma "família", no caso, meu irmão, Daryl, e pessoal do grupo Mal sabia eu que sentiria um amor bem diferente que eu já senti por um garoto bem diferente de todos Essa fanfic está sujeita à: ·Palavras de baixo calão ·Insinuação de suicídio •Capa feita por @skycwalker

𝓗𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻. જ⁀➴ She let her clothes be thrown in a way for me to follow her trail. I picked up every article of clothing as I heard the water streaming from behind the curtains. Folding her clothes near where she kept her shoes, I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower with her. My hands wrapped around her waist, as I stuck my face in the crook of her neck. I started to do a trail of kisses up to the back of the ear. The tension on her shoulders started to break slowly as I kissed each inch of her skin. I'd been so worried about how she is mentally doing since the death of Lori. She hadn't processed much after the little nugget was birthed. She jumped into action immediately after, coming with me to get formula, and didn't stop until we got back to our mattress. She didn't sleep much, and I followed her out as she let out what she had been holding all day. I also have been holding back something for the past couple of weeks. And I want to be able to tell her, but with everything going on, I'm not sure when it's the appropriate time. Hell, the words have never been formed in my mouth. Not even with my brother. So instead of talking verbally, I let myself speak physically. Her body turned to me, giving me a heated kiss. When I pushed her to the wall of the bathroom, it was game over for both of us. - - - The Walking Dead AU Daryl Dixon x OFC 𝐁.𝐃.𝐃. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 (𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏)

"Dale.." The words died in Riven's throat as he turned to look at Dale. Dale was lying on the ground, and his eyes were wide, horrified. His stomach was ripped open, and he was panting and moaning in pain, gurgling. Riven fell to his knees beside him, shaking his head in denial. Not Dale, Dale can't die, not him. "Just.. just hold on," "Help! We need help over here!" Riven shouted as loud as he could, hoping the others could hear him. "Shit, fuck, what do i do?" Tears welled up in his eyes as he removed his jacket, his hands were shaking as he placed his jacket over Dale's stomach causing Dale to gurgle. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, old man.. help!" Dale's hand touched his arm, and Riven looked at him as tears slid down his face, blurring his vision, but Riven could see Dale reaching for his knife. "No, no, we can.. Hershel can help you." He was trying to convince himself that Dale wasn't dying, but there was no hope for Dale. He was in pain, and he was asking for mercy. Riven reached for his knife, his fingers curling around the leather, and he sniffled, nodding his head. "I'm sorry.." "I'm so sorry."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 To Rennie, friends are like some magical thing you only find in fantasy alongside unicorns and pirates. Unobtainable but for sure beautiful... Diagnosed with autism at a young age, Rennie already struggled with life's basics; especially the social part. With selective mutism and echolalia, the only person that really accommodates her, is her older brother, who could be persevered as 'just as messed up'. When the family of four roll up to the gates of a town by the name of Woodbury, the small community was happy-ish to allow the stranger in but with a war between this place and another brewing, Rennie and her brother begin to wonder, are they on the right side? ➤ season3 － season10 ➤ updates currently set in season3 ➤ slow daryls daughter (they both awkward and don't know how to express themselves) ➤ slow updates 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 － 27th oct '𝟤𝟦 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 － 1st feb '25 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 －

Daryl lost custody of his daughter to her grandparents in Virginia two years before the world ended. Usually things stayed like that, gone forever, and second chances never came rolling around. But then she appears right when he's with Joe's group of men. Alive, not dead-- just one more thing he might lose all over again. • (𝙾𝚑, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕: 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚎.) • (rewrite of broken claims)

-ˏˋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ.ˊˎ- Elodie Price had never heard the soft breeze of the wind or the sound of birds singing in the trees. After losing her older brother and her mother, the world had become grey. Ten years old, and already the universe had stripped her of everything. She couldn't see any reason to keep moving, no one to protect her. The Walkers would find her soon enough. With her hearing loss, she wouldn't even hear them coming. She could barely hear the world screaming around her. Her mother had always been harsh - never quite satisfied with anything Elodie did - and her brother distant. The little bits of love that trickled through, the faint scraps of affection, always seemed to slip through her fingers like water. She didn't belong. Not to them, not to anyone. So when she had come to the conclusion that maybe it was her turn to go, she never expected anyone to care. She never expected anyone to save her. Certainly not someone like Daryl Dixon. 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰; ©𝙙𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 𝙛𝙚𝙗. 𝟭𝟮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: - updates set in season 5 (the earlier chapters truly suck in my opinion, so once you get to like chapter 10 or so it gets better :,P) DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Walking Dead, or its storyline. I only own my orignal characters.

Maya Guerra nunca imaginou que sua visita à casa da avó durante as férias se tornaria uma luta desesperada pela sobrevivência. Três meses trancada em um lar que antes era seguro, vendo o mundo desmoronar pela TV, até que a comida acabou e sair se tornou inevitável. Sozinha e cercada pelo horror, Maya cruza o caminho de Rick Grimes, um policial determinado a reencontrar sua família. Juntos, eles seguem para Atlanta, onde esperam encontrar respostas - ou, pelo menos, um lugar seguro. Mas o apocalipse não poupa ninguém. Encontros inesperados, alianças frágeis e uma luta constante contra a morte forjam em Maya a coragem que ela nem sabia possuir. Entre o caos e a desesperança, ela encontra amizade, medo e até um inimigo improvável no áspero e imprevisível Daryl Dixon. No fim do mundo, será que ainda há espaço para recomeços?

Sentada sozinha no banco do refeitório, com a mochila rosa nas costas e as perninhas balançando, ela observa, confusa, o vazio que a cercava. A escola, antes cheia de vida, agora é um lugar de silêncio, quebrado apenas pelo som de um caos distante que vem de fora. COVER BY: @sinalrwd

"In the new world, beauty has consequences." Twelve-year-old Eva and her mom Muda are like most in the apocalypse. Haunting pasts and dirt-caked skin. With nothing but the clothes on her back and her mom by her side, Eva wants to focus on helping her mom keep them alive, while her mom just wants Eva to be able to be a kid again. And when Daryl stumbles upon this child in a cooler and her character of a mother, he sees how all three of them carry a significant amount of baggage. But when they learn to carry and let go of things together, it's almost beautiful. ❀❀❀ ‼️‼️The story starts between season two and three when the group is wandering around for eight months before they find the prison. It is also told in the perspective of the daughter‼️‼️ ‼️ (ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ Dᴀʀʏʟ ɪs ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ. Iɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ Lᴀᴛᴇ/ᴍɪᴅ ᴛʜɪʀᴛɪᴇs ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇs ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴛɪᴇs, sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ.) ‼️ ⚠️THE ONLY CHARACTER IN THIS BOOK THAT BELONGS TO ME IS MUDA AND THE SALGADO FAMILY. THE PLOT AND THE CHARACTER BELONG TO AMC AND ROBERT KIRKMAN. THE ONLY THINGS IN THIS BOOK THAT ARE MINE ARE MUDA, BEAN, THE SALGADO FAMILY AND A FEW CHAPTERS THAT WERE MADE FROM MY IMAGINATION⚠️ ‼️also this book follows the plot of the AMC's TWD TV series‼️ Started Writing: April 1st, 2021 Published: June 1st, 2022 Ended: ???