" here's to the naive belief that human beings are inherently good " - THE WALKING DEAD, SEASONS 1-3 - Coughing involuntary, I could feel the last bit of air being forced from my lungs. Blood splattered against the pavement as an iron taste filled my mouth. The sound of something hard clinking against the ground caused me to try and focus, my vision still reeling while I squinted my eyes at the white and red object. Every single nerve in my body was screaming to throw a punch. Instead, I curled my fingers around the metal of my bat and dragged it closer. "I think you get the point. Stop asking me questions, and pick up your fucking gun." || UPDATES: 2 OR MORE CHAPTERS A WEEK ||

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐇'𝐒 demeanor wrongly coincides with his: linen curtains gently swaying to and fro, oversized socks bundled up at the ankles, an icy day on the beach. The scent of old leather and oil, a dense forest concealing any traces of sunlight, the raspy voice of fire crackling--𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 doesn't know what to make of this woman. Scrawny and traumatized from the merciless nature of the apocalypse, Meera Zenith stumbles on through the harsh course of life-not quite comprehending why she continues. Encountering Daryl Dixon in the woods in the midst of his hunt for Rick after his heartbreaking demise, her habitual ways are starkly skewed. As the harshness of winter slowly dissipates in the course of time, the two--distinctly different in almost every way--begin to accumulate an unexpected fondness for each other. ୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 9 ©𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐡𝐡 2025 ˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗

౨ৎ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛❟ 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝗭𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗵 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿❟ 𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁. 𝗜𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁❟ 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆❟ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗼𝗿𝘀❟ 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆. 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿. 𝗬𝗲𝘁❟ 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁❟ 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱. 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘄?

'All these books. All these men. All these fantasies... you must have wanted to try it out at least once.' His lips brushed lower, now whispering into my ear. 'I'm happy to help you recreate some of them.' A man playing out your favorite books out for you? Sounds like perfection, doesn't it? The catch? He's a complete opposite of your preferences in a man, but just to make it worse, he's your brother's best friend.