****NOT A SLOW BURN AT ALL **** ~~" Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood, especially when the world's gone to shit."~~ Delilah already had a rough and troublesome life. Being a child of Demeter, monsters were after her regardless, and always being with Percy and Annabeth made it that much worse. When Delilah is included in the prophecy of the seven, she has to put her friends before herself. The war had ended drastically. Gaea won, and suddenly, the world was turned upside down. The win marked the end of the world and the beginning of the apocalypse. Gaea wanted to rid the world of all the people, but even she lost control of the virus. The people died, but they came back to life. They started killing anyone they saw. A year or two into the apocalypse, the mythical world meets the real one. What will happen when mortals from Rick's group meet people much more powerful than they are? What will happen when Rick Grimes and his 18-year-old son Carl meet the people they thought were myths, but are bound to help them in the end? All characters except Delilah belong to Uncle Rick and the creators of The Walking Dead and yes I did age up Carl I needed him to be older because the Percy Jackson cast will be like 17-18, so ya

ᴄᴀʀʟ ɢʀɪᴍᴇꜱ x ᴜɴᴅᴇᴀᴅ ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ ♱ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ♱ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞. ♱ ᴛᴡᴅ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 7 ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ "ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ" 2018

She was immense. Six foot three, maybe taller, with shoulders that could rival a linebacker's. Her arms were thick with corded muscle and the most striking thing was the network of scars that laced her skin. Some were thin and silvery, others thick and puckered, a roadmap of old battles and harsh encounters. The most astonishing one was the one on her face. Covering most of her cheek and over her left eye, parting her eyebrow. Her left eye was a milky white while the other eye was a bright brown, telling all that she was half-blinded. Deanna's smile faltered. She forced a little chuckle. "That's... well, that's Frankie." Frankie didn't acknowledge their presence. She was busy hoisting a massive crate of what looked like salvaged farm equipment. She moved with a fluid grace that belied her hulking size. When she did look their way, her gaze was cold as glacial ice. "We call her Frankenstein," Spencer said, his voice confident, humorous. **** Daryl Dixon x Female OC No little petite OC who's sassy. This is a gladiator woman who Daryl Dixon becomes obsessed with! A blushing mess, really. And she's big, thick and badass. Enjoy :3

She was the epitome of strength, fighting her way through a new world - one where the dead walked and society ceased to exist. He was a force to be reckoned with, tenacious and unyielding. The hands of fate brought them together, but can they fight alongside one another through the apocalyptic wasteland without losing themselves, or each other? (Daryl Dixon x Original Female Character) Slow burn. Mature content. 🔥🫢 Some main TWD plot points included, but I intend to diverge often to keep it exciting and fresh. I don't own the rights to any TWD characters or scenes. OFC is my own, as are some of the plot lines in this story. Top Rankings: #1 in #DarylDixonLove #2 in #NormanReedus #2 in TWDfanfiction #2 in #DarylDixonRomance #6 in #Daryl #12 in #DarylDixonSmut 😜