ミ★ 𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘓 𝘉𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘙𝘜𝘕 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ ★彡 :¨ ·.· ¨: '· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 ⊹ ‧₊˚ You, a young woman find yourself in San Diego after feeling a calling to go to compete in a race called 'The Steel Ball Run Race.' Along the way, you find a paraplegic former friend from your past, an Italian womanizer, a British jockey who's obsessed with getting in your pants to make the perfect future jockey offspring, and a mysterious blond curly haired man who makes it apparent his desires for you. All of them with the same mission. Yet something compels them to win something else: your affection, their hearts yearning in sublime temptation for you. ٭"𝚄𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝...𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞." ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.٭⊹ Weekly updates (mostly).ᐟ ᘏ ⑅ ᘏ   ഒ    ꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ

I was just a nurse trying to make it through life my own way. Why is it when I fell asleep in my own room, I woke up covered in grime? Also, why am I surrounded by characters from an Apocalyptic universe? It's easy to lose touch with characters through a TV screen. I am looking at them in the eye.

Yandere! The Walking Dead x Reader

(Name) Grimes is a daughter of a cop, is a coroner, and is a strong independent woman. When the world goes to shit, she is forced to leave with her sister-in-law Lori. Literally carried out by Rick's best friend. With the world going to shit, a lot of people fall head over heels in obsessive love with her. She will not only have to survive walkers but humans as well. Will She Survive?

"What's happening? why am I alone? why is everyone dead!" You wake up on the ground in a confused daze, not knowing anything that has or shall happen. But what you did know, was that you needed to find a͟͟ w͟͟a͟͟y͟͟ t͟͟o͟͟ s͟͟u͟͟r͟͟v͟͟i͟͟v͟͟e͟͟ -The reader is going to be androgynous, therefore I will be using they/them pronouns when referring to the reader- |The characters belong to AMC The Walking Dead, and you belong to yourself|

WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE FOLLOWING! - AGE GAP (YN 17 GOING ON 18. DARYL 27 GOING ON 28) - SEXUAL CONTENT (THE WTF IS HAPPENING? WHY? KIND OF SEXUAL CONTENT) - STRING LANGUAGE - SHAMELESS PATHETIC FLIRTING - GORE (ITS TWD) - GRAMMER/SPELLING MISKTAKES NEEDS EDITED [THIS STORY IS COMPLETED] {I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD OR ITS CHARACTERS I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTER} [Daryl Dixon x reader] It all starts before the outbreak. 17 year old reader has a crush on her 27 year old neighbor Daryl Dixon. Her father is the sheriff who likes the young man. The reader flirts with Daryl but Daryl sees her as a girl who is younger then him and knows he needs to stay away even if he thinks shes beautiful. One day he calls her a child and her being stubborn and having a short temper just like he does she tries to prove to him that shes not a child. five years later the outbreak happens and her father gets bit and Daryl ends up saving her.

y/n was a common teenager, as common as you came get. But when a virus outbreak happens and our beloved teen wakes up to find herself dead what does she do? well she meets a weird man in a hospital gown obviously. at this point I'm just adding some random crap to make it interesting. And along with that, I do accidentally mix zombie and walker together so if you see zombie instead of walker that's why. This will be following from season 1 episode 1

You used to be someone. Not just someone... someone important. A judge. A name that meant something. You stood behind a bench with your head high, a courtroom full of people waiting for your voice and when you spoke? It was law. You didn't run. You didn't hide. You decided what was right and what was wrong and people followed. But that world's gone. And so is the power that used to protect you. Now, your title is useless. Your name doesn't open doors. All that control you once had? Stripped from your hands the second the world caught fire. The law fell. The system burned and you were left with nothing but blood on your hands and a knife at your side. The people you once worked with. They're either dead or feeding on the living. The courtroom? A massacre. Your fiancé? Missing. Gone. Maybe dead. Maybe worse. So you learned to survive. You threw away everything soft inside you. All the rules. All the mercy. You became something new - not weaker, not broken just... colder. Smarter. More dangerous. And in this new world? People don't crave justice. They crave control. Obsession. Power. Possession. And they see all of that in you. They want you. They don't care that you're taken. They don't care what lines they have to cross. They just want you close and they'll burn down anything that gets in the way. And in this new world? People don't follow justice. They follow obsession. You are no longer the judge. You are the verdict. And they'll do anything - anything - to keep you.