Daryl always put on a mask, an impenetrable facade that made him appear indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything or anyone except for himself. He pushed people away, deliberately keeping them at arm's length, but I knew better. I had seen glimpses of something more beneath that hardened exterior-something real, something human. It wasn't obvious, and it wasn't easy to see, but it was there. I didn't know the full extent of his story, of the pain and the ghosts he carried with him, but I could tell that behind his rough edges, there was a man who cared. The more I watched him, the more I saw that contradiction in him-this mix of isolation and vulnerability. I didn't know him the way I wanted to, but at the same time, there was a strange, inexplicable feeling that I did. It was as if there was something familiar in him, something I recognized, even though we'd never truly shared our pasts. His eyes, especially, told a story all their own-a silent narrative of hurt, survival, and loss. There was a depth there, something raw and honest, as though his life before all of this had shaped him into someone who had learned not to trust, not to hope. I found myself wondering what kind of life he had before the world fell apart-what his family had been like, what his childhood had been shaped by. I could imagine the kind of father he had-a man whose influence left deep scars, someone who might have made Daryl believe that showing emotion or affection was a weakness. It wasn't hard to guess that the lessons Daryl had learned were ones forged in silence and pain, things that had made him pull away from others and close off the softer parts of himself. Daryl Dixon x Fem!OC

Ranked #1 in #twdfamily ☺️ *** Ranked #43 in #daryldixon stories ☺️ *** faith is a mute girl. she lost her voice many years ago when she was just a kid. since then, she became shy, filled with nervousness and anxiety. the only thing that calms her down, music. when an apocalypse breaks out causing the dead to walk the earth, she's found by a group of survivors who decide to welcome her into their group but will it work out? will she be able to keep her eyes off the devilishly handsome redneck? *** slowburn *** season two-three

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 😜

She wasn't looking for redemption. He wasn't interested in salvation. A chance meeting leads to new alliances, but safety is only an illusion. Fate has made its move, but it will only carry them so far. After that you have to choose: fight or die. The world ended the day the dead rose. Can she build a life in what remains or is fate not done yet? (Daryl x OFC) ~ I tried to stay true to the characters, and with the addition of some original scenes, this will follow the TV show (eventually). There will be some minor and major changes along the way. Hope you like them. Enjoy! I don't own/have any rights to TWD or its characters, scenes, etc. However, my characters (especially Alex) and the plot lines I have created are my own. Please do not plagiarize.