The world ended a long time ago. For Victoria, that's old news. At twenty-seven, she's seen more death than life, and she's learned the hard way that attachments only lead to pain. Her rule is simple: trust no one, care for no one, survive alone. When Victoria finds herself inside the walls of Alexandria, she makes her terms clear.. she'll pull her weight, fight the dead, and keep to herself. No friends. No connections. No mistakes. But Rick Grimes sees something different in her. The same haunted fire that once burned in him. And no matter how hard Victoria tries to stay cold, Rick keeps finding ways to melt through the ice. As Alexandria faces threats inside and out, Victoria's toughest fight isn't with the walkers... it's with the part of her that still remembers what it feels like to hope. Maybe in a world built on loss, letting someone in is the most dangerous thing of all. This story has lots of things from the show, The Walking Dead, but not so much the same timeline or storyline. some things stated are false information and did not happen in the show.I only own Victoria!

In a world full of danger lurking in every corner, Birdie Jackson stayed silent. Learned to keep quiet during the loud, be angry when shown the good. The apocalypse had ripped her out of her childish manners and into a world full of knife-welding and blood-soaked hands. The woods became her and her father's sanctuary, their car that was running out of fuel being the only thing holding them together. Foods stolen from abandoned houses began to empty out, their chance of survival slim with every passing day. So, Vincent left to go on a run. But he didn't come back. It took three long, excruciating weeks before Birdie left the car - with only a knife for protection and determination fuelling her forward. That was the day she lost something, and gained something else. Something that would not only make her find her voice again, but fill that hole in her chest that had been once carved into her by loss and grief. ꜱɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀꜱ © 2025 ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. 26 / 01 / '25 ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ. ?? ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 3.

❝you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't wanna go home right now❞ ― glenn rhee x oc ― season 1-7 FIRST PLACE 2024 fanfic awards © bairdsrhee, 2024 cover by togeez

⤐ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. "I need you to listen to me. When we're out there together, if I say run, run. If I tell you to leave me, then damn it, you leave and you don't look back." "Daryl," she sighed softly, shaking her head. "No, I mean it," he argued, encircling her wrist and jostling her a bit, begging her to listen. "I can't lose you. Not like that, not ever." His words were like lava bubbling in his throat, everything he had fought so hard to conceal was quickly rising to the surface. Fuck it. Any fear of rejection was overpowered by his need to make her understand. It wouldn't change how he felt, or the fact that he'd take on a thousand walkers if it kept her safe for even one more millisecond. "I need you around, Ace." "Always." ------------------------------ *I do not own any characters, scenes, or scripts from The Walking Dead. Any resemblance to other people that my original characters have is completely coincidental.*