My name is Kitten, and I'm 22 years old. One minute, I was sitting in my apartment watching The Walking Dead, shaking my head at every bad choice they made. I kept thinking about how different things would be if I was there. What I would wear. What weapons I would carry. Who I would save. Who would not even last five seconds if they tried me. Then the lights blinked. Once. Twice. And everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in my apartment anymore. I was in Atlanta. But I wasn't thrown in blind. My weapons were with me. My badass car was parked nearby, packed full of supplies and everything I would need to survive. And that wasn't all. A note was sitting on the dash. *Here is your chance. Change what you want. Save who you want. Destroy who you want. Have fun with your powers.* The dead were walking, the world had fallen apart, and somehow, I had been thrown straight into the show I thought I knew so well. But this time, things were going to be different. Because I knew what was coming. And I had claws.

My name is Angel Grimes, and I'm twenty-two years old. The day the world went to hell, I was sitting at home with my dad and Shane, waiting for Mom and Carl to come back from the store. It was supposed to be a normal day. Dad was being Dad, Shane was teasing me like always, and I was counting down the minutes until the house stopped feeling too quiet. Then the news went crazy. Reports of attacks. People biting each other. Hospitals filling up. The dead getting back up. At first, none of it made sense. Then the sirens started. The streets turned dangerous. Neighbors became monsters. And suddenly, waiting for Mom and Carl wasn't just waiting anymore. It was surviving. My dad, Rick Grimes, would do anything to keep me safe. Shane Walsh had always been my protector, my safe place, the one person I ran to when everything got too loud. But when the world fell apart, everything between us changed. Lines blurred. Feelings got harder to hide. And in a world full of walkers, fear, and betrayal, Shane became the one thing I refused to lose. They call me Angel. But angels can fall. And when they do, they learn how to fight.

I had lived beside the Grimes family long enough to feel like I was part of them. Carl was more than just the little boy I babysat. He was family. And when Lori started leaving him with me more and more, I never complained. I loved that kid like he was my own, and I knew Rick and Shane trusted me with him more than anyone. Then the world ended. One minute Carl and I were at the store, picking up normal things like life was still normal. The next, people were screaming, running, bleeding... changing. All I could think about was getting Carl somewhere safe. Getting us back to Rick. Getting us back to Shane. But Rick and Shane had already made one thing clear long before the dead started walking. They were going to protect me no matter what. They were going to keep me close. Keep me safe. And they were going to make sure I never forgot that I was wanted. Now the world is falling apart around us, and survival means trusting the two men who have always looked at me like I mattered. With walkers outside, danger everywhere, and people showing their true colors, I'll do whatever it takes to keep Carl alive and get back to the men who promised they would never let me go. Because in this new world, family isn't always blood. Sometimes it's the people willing to fight through hell to bring you home.

I thought waking up to Grandpa Dale yelling my name was going to be the worst part of my morning. I was wrong. One look out the RV window showed me the world had gone completely crazy. People were screaming. Cars were crashing. Blood covered the road. And the dead... the dead were walking. Grandpa needed my help, so I moved. I didn't have time to panic. I didn't have time to cry. All I knew was that we had to survive. Then I met him. The pretty boy with the soft eyes, quick hands, and a heart too big for a world this broken. He was sweet, brave, and always trying to protect everyone else before himself. But when he started looking at me like I was something worth fighting for, surviving became more than just staying alive. In a world full of monsters, blood, and death, I found family. I found danger. And somehow... I found love.

My name is Catalena Grimes. I'm twenty-two years old, and all I was supposed to do that day was run to Walmart for lunch supplies because Mom couldn't be bothered to pack food for Daddy and Shane. It should have been normal. Then I ran into Coach Negan from school. Before I could even wrap my head around seeing him outside the classroom, the world went insane. People started screaming. Running. Biting each other like animals. Blood hit the floors, panic filled the aisles, and suddenly the man everyone used to fear in the halls became the only thing standing between me and the nightmare breaking loose around us. Then Daddy called. His voice was rough, scared, and full of orders. Get out of there. Get to the quarry. Find us. Then he paused. "Negan... protect my baby girl." And just like that, my old coach became my shield at the start of the end of the world. Now we have to survive the dead, the living, and everything waiting for us on the road back to my family.

My name is Sissy. Well, at least that's what everyone calls me. I was supposed to be on a simple camping trip with my grandpa Dale at the quarry. Peace, quiet, and a few days away from the world. But everything changed when the radio started picking up desperate voices, scared people, and one question that made my stomach drop. Is anywhere safe? I looked at Grandpa, and he gave me one small nod. So I answered with one word. The quarry. Within an hour, strangers started showing up. Families, survivors, people with fear in their eyes and nowhere else to go. The world was falling apart around us, and somehow, our quiet little campsite became a safe place. Then Shane Walsh arrived. Hot-headed, stubborn, protective, and impossible to ignore. From the start, Shane made it clear he was watching out for me. But he learned real quick that protecting me didn't mean controlling me. Because I may be Dale's granddaughter, and I may be surrounded by people who think they know best... But I'm not helpless. And in a world full of walkers, fear, and people willing to do anything to survive, Shane and I are about to find out just how far we'll go to protect what's ours.

In which a girl wakes up in a world unknown to her and finds a familiar face among a sea of dead. walkingdead x supernatural crossover

Rayne Grimes was supposed to be coming home from college. She never thought the world would end before she made it back. At twenty-two years old, Rayne was thrown into a nightmare filled with walkers, blood, fear, and people who were just as dangerous as the dead. With nothing but her bow, her attitude, and the hope that her family was still alive, she fought her way through the broken world one day at a time. Then everything changed. Walking down an empty road, Rayne saw cars coming toward her. A group of survivors. Walkers closing in. A kid about to be attacked. She didn't think. She pulled back her bow and saved him. But when the dust settled and she saw his face, Rayne's whole world stopped. The boy she saved was Carl Grimes. Her little brother. Now Rayne is back with her family, back with her father Rick, and thrown into a group already trying to survive the impossible. But Rayne isn't the same girl she was before the world ended. She's stronger now. Colder when she has to be. Protective to the bone. And anyone who thinks they can hurt her family is about to learn real fast that Rayne Grimes is not the one to mess with. Walkers are everywhere. Trust is dangerous. Love is complicated. And surviving as Rick Grimes' daughter means Rayne will have to fight harder than ever... especially when the dead aren't the only monsters waiting in the dark.

Cover by Alienboywp Book two (seasons 7-11) Things have changed. Friends and foes have perished, Blake has grown a little taller, and she's no longer the little girl she was just months ago. New threats lie ahead, and it's not just the walking corpses.

Gracelyn Gwyneth Greene - AKA GG, Grace, Gracie, Gwynie, or Gwyn is the eldest daughter of Hershel and Josephine Greene. Grace recently got out of an abusive relationship and moved back home to live with her father, her younger sisters, her step brother, and her step mother. Shortly after moving home the world went crazy. Grace is 23 years old, she has long brown hair, forest green eyes, and she's 5'4. She was also a soldier in the army and she became a nurse upon leaving the army. Who will she be once the dead start to roam the earth? Will she gain new friends along her journey? Will she fall in love? READ TO FIND OUT! Daryl is in his late 20's at the start of this book like 28ish and Merle would me early-mid 30's. Rick is also in his early-mid 30's [ COMPLETED ] ***⚠️Sexual Content ⚠️*** 𝕋𝕠𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: