rick grimes x fem!oc ౨ৎ in which rick grimes falls for the farmer's youngest daughter, and cecelia marie greene falls for the married man. but both are off limits.

eyes talk. -#1 TWD -#1 THE WALKING DEAD -#1 TWD FANFIC -#1 DARYL DIXON FANFICTION -#1 CAROL PELETIER -#1 MAGGIE RHEE -#1 GLENN RHEE -#1 RICK GRIMES -#1 ROSITA ESPINOZA -#1 HERSHEL GREENE -#1 BETH GREENE -#1 MAGGIE GREENE -#1 MICHONNE -#1 TARA CHAMBLER

Daryl Dixon is trouble. Or so everyone in Greenville, Georgia thinks. He starts bar fights, he rides a motorcycle, does some shady dealings, and looks like he tastes like Marlboro Reds. Hadley Sutton is a preacher's daughter and is supposed to be the epitome of grace and purity. But her home life has left a dark scar inside her, one that fills her with rage. Hadley is looking for an escape...and Daryl Dixon might just be the person to give her that. (This fic is inspired by Ethel Cain's Preacher's Daughter album and is set in the 70s. There will be mentions of violence, abuse, and sexual situations.)

[ season 2 ] ✰ in which every corner of the world becomes the world's most loneliest corner, but the girl tucked away on her family's farm would bet all the money in her pockets that hers is the loneliest. and the guy who meets her up there, bringing his own bettings with him, would beg to differ. ✰ "ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ʙᴀʀɴ ʀᴏᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, 'ᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪ sᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀs ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs."

there is beauty and disappointment in betrayal - shane walsh x fem! oc

"Eᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀs, sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏꜰᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ-ꜰʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ, ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇxɪsᴛ."

♱ she's stained, always has been. Nothing will ever get it out "Seeing you just made everything too real." The winter has been long and hard, Carl's down to his skin and bones-he really isn't the man he pretends to be. Even so, hiding behind his mother's back won't get him anywhere, yet when the men that call themselves 'The Claimers' show up and rip Carl away from what few things he knows, he just wishes he could crouch behind her, rest in her shade. ♱ Mandy Dixon has done shit she isn't proud of. Fought fights she shouldn't have, gotten into bed with bad men, but she doesn't live like that anymore. She's a wife, a mother, a nurse, but sometimes you don't have a choice. On an unfortunate day Mandy is separated from her husband and his methhead brother, leaving her to fend for herself, and her children alone, and when the situation to presents itself, a boy who is closer to home than she thinks. Reuploaded from ao3 under the same user Wattpad doesn't have warnings so here are the Ao3 tags: Graphic violence, Major character death, rape/non-con.

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CURRENTLY BEING EDITED!!! TrailerPark!Daryl Dixon x GoodGirl!Reader Summer of '84 was the first time you laid eyes on Daryl Dixon. And it didn't take long to figure out that he was trouble. Not that you didn't already know the name - everybody in Monroe County did. The Dixons had a tainted reputation to say the least, with Daryl involved in what seemed like constant fights and Merle doing his own thing after returning from the military - selling drugs, drinking. You got straight A's but would never bring them up unless someone asked, even then downplaying the achievement. You smiled politely, were captain of the cheer team, wore pressed skirts and soft perfume. People looked at you and saw a future. Clean lines. White picket fences. Safety. You had a reputation purer than a blank canvas. Daryl Dixon? He was the opposite of all that. The epitome of chaos, the definition of being on the wrong side of the tracks. Sure, he made a living, if you could call it that - selling drugs for Merle, doing the odd job fixing up bikes and cars.

Psychomachy; derived from the Greek words "psyche" (soul) and "machia" (battle or conflict). Refers to the internal conflict or struggle within a person, often between opposing forces like good and evil, virtue and vice, and reason and desire. Ember Grey has only ever lived by two rules: survive and protect your family-lessons that become vital when the world as you know it falls apart. But in a shattered society, family isn't just blood anymore; it's the people you'd risk everything for and who would do the same for you. When the line between right and wrong blurs, only one question remains: how far will you go to make it out alive? ***This is my very first story, I know it can be slow at times, and sometimes I might linger on some aspects some people deem unnecessary, but I love character building and world building. And as slow as some scenes may be, the ones with action pack a punch. Please give this story a shot, I have pretty cool plans laid out for it!*** Note: many deaths that happen in the show don't happen in this fic, therefore, the plot can be very different at times. There are heavy subjects in this story, such as domestic violence and abuse, neglect, some mentions of sexual harassment or abuse-though these scenes are not described in detail-and obviously gore and death. There is also depiction of alcohol and drug consumption. ALSO: my timeline is going to be longer than it is in the show, especially when the group gets to the prison *I do not own any characters from the universe of The Walking Dead. I only own my original characters and their scripts. Any resemblance they may have with real people is coincidental*