||𝐓𝐖𝐃 -- "I'll be yours forever. Just tell me when to start." 𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 (n.) - 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳． ꧁✩꧂ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐀 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩

"Because in her eyes, in that green meadow, he was home." [Daryl Dixon x OC]

-ˏˋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ.ˊˎ- Elodie Price had never heard the soft breeze of the wind or the sound of birds singing in the trees. After losing her older brother and her mother, the world had become grey. Ten years old, and already the universe had stripped her of everything. She couldn't see any reason to keep moving, no one to protect her. The Walkers would find her soon enough. With her hearing loss, she wouldn't even hear them coming. She could barely hear the world screaming around her. Her mother had always been harsh - never quite satisfied with anything Elodie did - and her brother distant. The little bits of love that trickled through, the faint scraps of affection, always seemed to slip through her fingers like water. She didn't belong. Not to them, not to anyone. So when she had come to the conclusion that maybe it was her turn to go, she never expected anyone to care. She never expected anyone to save her. Certainly not someone like Daryl Dixon. 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰; ©𝙙𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 𝙛𝙚𝙗. 𝟭𝟮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: - updates set in season 5 (the earlier chapters truly suck in my opinion, so once you get to like chapter 10 or so it gets better :,P) DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Walking Dead, or its storyline. I only own my orignal characters.

"ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ" Cassandra was a doctor, before the turn. After being stranded alone for weeks, she's losing hope. That all changes when she hears a scream in the woods and comes across a terrified Sophia, lost and searching for her mom and group [Rick Grimes x Original Female Character ] some of the loveliest comments I've received: "I just binged this in one go and BOY I DO NOT REGRET IT. you've written something truly beautiful, I was captivated by it. Wholeheartedly." "You are killing me. (I absolutely love this, it's so worth it)" "life-changing chapter. ur a genius" "I've reread this at least 5 times since you posted 😭😭 pure magic. Seriously." "...i had to stop every sentence and scream into my pillow from the absolute TENSION that was building!!..." "ho-ly shit" "Stayed up until 4am to read this and I have zero regrets tbh because it's SO GOOD" "if i could inject this story into my veins, i would do it without hesitation. never read such writing that encapsulates everything i love about storytelling and writing. amazing amazing writing i look forward to seeing your take on the rest of the show! :)"

⤐ 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.*