Mice scrambling for survival in the jaws of Lions. - - "Because some kids are born with tragedy in their blood." - - __________________________ Carl Grimes x fem oc //authors note : first time putting a story out here. Im rushing to get out as many chapters as I can//

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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.

[«my mission in life is not to merely survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor and some style»] In which Daryl Dixons Daughter learns to survive the apocalypse •Book One of the Roses Series• Highest Ranking #11 in TWD Highest Ranking #1 in Carlgrimesfanfiction Highest Ranking #3 in TWDfanfic

" 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 ||

- TWD SEASONS 2-5 - "Daddy told me not to sneak out again," the blonde mumbled softly, rolling the blade of grass between her fingers. "He was pretty angry when he found out." "Then I'll just have to help you be more careful this time," I pressed. Her blue eyes wandered to my own as a small, mischievous grin began to spread across her face. "I guess one more night couldn't hurt." "That's my girl." Beth giggled and stood up, glancing towards the sky before settling her attention towards the house. Her hand buried itself into her jean pocket before pulling out a small, pressed flower. She placed the purple object in my hand, folding my fingers over it carefully. "Just to hold you over until tonight." || UPDATES: 1 OR MORE CHAPTERS A WEEK ||