"Oublie ton passé, tu m'appartiens désormais, ne pense même pas à t'échapper." Julia avait lutté pour survivre, seule contre les rôdeurs. Mais elle fut capturée par Negan. Qui est-il ? Que va-t-il faire d'elle ? Elle va comprendre qu'il est un monstre de plus dans ce monde cruel. /!\Rating M pour violence et langage difficile/!\ Léger AU, se passe avant la saison 7.

She had to learn how to survive on her own...but no one ever prepared her for a man like him. For April Reinhardt, every day is a gamble. Food. Shelter. Safety. Nothing is guaranteed, especially not for a young woman and the seven-year-old niece she's sworn to protect. So when she finds a dying man in the woods, the first living soul she's seen in months, she should keep walking. Instead, she does something that should have died with the old world. She helps him. And when he realizes he owes her his life, he won't let her go so easily. Rick Grimes is closed off, carved hollow by grief, and determined to keep everyone at arm's length. But if Rick truly wanted to stay that way, he shouldn't have brought April and her niece back to camp, because the cost of her presence might be more than he bargained for. Tension sparks. Distrust lingers. Survival demands proximity. What begins as sharp words and reluctant alliances turns into something far more dangerous. A slow, aching hunger that doesn't fade, no matter how hard they try to starve it. But the world they live in doesn't reward love. It punishes it. And when everything burns, even the strongest hearts don't always survive.

⤐ 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.*

「FIELDS OF SURVIVAL」 The world ended in a matter of days. The dead walked, the living ran, and nothing was ever the same again. Growing up on the Greene family farm, Maggie Greene's younger sister thought life would always be simple. But when a group of survivors led by Rick Grimes arrives at the farm after his son is shot, everything begins to change. Among them is a boy she's never seen before. Quiet. Observant. Carrying more weight on his shoulders than someone his age should. In a world where trust is fragile and survival comes first, the two slowly form an unexpected connection. As walkers close in and the world outside the farm grows more dangerous, she's forced to learn that surviving the apocalypse isn't just about fighting the dead - it's about protecting the people who become your family. But in a world where tomorrow isn't promised, caring about someone might be the most dangerous thing of all. > SEASON TWO ✓ > SEASON THREE -

-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.

« Je te déteste... » « Hmm... et pourtant tu me supplies pour que je te touche. » Tout a changé depuis qu'il les a alignés devant lui dans la forêt. Elle aurait dû s'en tenir là. [Negan x FemOC]

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||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

Maxine Grimes, tu as déjà deviné qui c'était hein ? bien sûr la sœur du célèbre Rick Grimes dans ce monde qui a maintenant dégénéré il y a bien trop d'années. Et si on allait zoomer sur son histoire et celle de nos survivants préférés ?

"Son coeur battant à cent à l'heure, Tonie continuait de fixer Glenn et le Shérif qui avançaient lentement, observant avec inquiétude les corps décharnés qui se retournaient de plus en plus à leur passage à mesure que la pluie les nettoyait de l'odeur putride, ses doigts effleurant fébrilement les plumes synthétiques de la flèche collée contre sa hanche. Sur la route Rick baissa la tête sur l'asphalte où les morceaux de chair glissaient depuis sa blouse, révélant un peu plus à chaque seconde leur présence aux rôdeurs qui les entouraient de toutes part. Les grognements s'intensifièrent, menaçants, les corps décharnés tournant autour d'eux comme des vautours en cherchant l'origine de l'odeur bien vivante d'un coeur palpitant à proximité. - L'odeur s'estompe. Lança Glenn tout bas, le corps terrifié. C'est ça ? Elle disparaît ? - Non. Répondit Rick, avant de croiser le regard menaçant d'une femme au visage ravagé par les coups de mâchoires d'un de ses congénères. Enfin.. Peut être. Un des geek se rua alors sur lui, la bouche ouverte sur un borborygme ignoble. Le Shérif se retourna vivement, prêt à abattre sa hache sur le crâne putride, quand l'homme cadavre se stoppa net à quelque centimètres de son visage, une flèche logée dans l'orbite. Un instant déboussolé, Rick observa le corps s'effondrer au sol dans un bruit sourd, avant de relever la tête en direction du toit du centre commercial à soixante mètres, où il distingua Tonie abaisser son arc. - Cours ! Hurla-t-il à l'attention de Glenn. " # No 2 #thewalkingdead 09/07/2022