❝ steve i didn't know you had a little sister. ❞ ❝ neither did i. ❞

❝ i'm not like them but i can pretend ❞ [dallas winston x oc] creds to @alicnstae for cover templates

" i don't wanna talk about anyone, i wanna sleep in your car while you're driving "

Wesley never had a problem with anyone. Her life had always looked perfect from the outside-good family, good friends, good teachers, enough money to never worry. She was set. At least, that's what everyone believed. Then the world ended. The day the apocalypse began, she lost her mother. And maybe her father too. He didn't die in front of them. He didn't say goodbye. He just... vanished. One day he was there, the next he was a question no one could answer. The streets filled with the dead that week. People ran, screamed, prayed. Wesley ran too. She saw things she shouldn't have survived-hands grabbing, teeth snapping too close to her skin. But they never quite got her. She and her siblings clung to each other after that. They told themselves that as long as they stayed together, they'd be okay. As long as they had each other, nothing else could take them down. They were wrong. When they crossed paths with two strangers who were determined-almost hopeful-to take the three children in, everything shifted. Safety stopped meaning together. Trust became something fragile. Wesley remembered the way the strangers looked at her sometimes, like they were trying to solve a puzzle she didn't understand yet. And that was the moment their lives split into before and after.

Dally's little cousin moves to Tulsa and catches the eye of Ponyboy Curtis Started on: 19/1/21 Finished on: 20/3/22 No.1 in ranking for #dallaswinston 01/08/22 No.1 in ranking for #ponyboycurtis on 1/08/22 ☆ MY DARRY CURTIS FIC "YOU'VE REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME" OUT NOW! ☆

Lilia Greene was once a lamb, doe eyed, freckled face, baby girl, who could do no harm in this world. As her life gets more corrupt then so does she. Carl grimes x Fem!oc S4-8, s9 time jump Au (Carl lives)

anarchy anar•ch•y noun; anarchy a state of disorder due to absence or non-recognition of authority or other controlling systems. // imagine a world with no rules or government, imagine if all crime was legal, not for 24 hours, but every day you live. lauren and chandler both live in this post apocalyptic world, but when two worlds collide, who will get caught in the cross fire? // all characters and content is completely fictional and any story with similar content is completely coincidental.

One-shots of my OCs and their S/Os

"Every eldest daughter is the first lamb to the slaughter" I never thought I'd meet him, a boy who cared. A boy who wanted me as much as I wanted him. Someone who cared. Someone who might just love me. If there was one thing I wanted, it was love. Not the lust kind of love. Not the forced kind of love. The 'I love you and I chose to' kind. The soft kisses at night and hand to hold when you feel scared. The shoulder to cry on. And he gave that to me. He gave me everything. ♤♡♤ I've been alone since my dad left me in an animal trap. Father of the year, right? I know not to trust anybody. That was a lesson learned a long time ago. So you know what happened when I got found by a man and his son, looking ugly, crying in a ditch? And then meet a police officer who is trying to find his family. "I have a son about your age, it'd be nice for you two to be friends" that's what Rick Grimes said to me a few days before I went with him to Atlanta to find his family. I guess I learn that some people may just be trustworthy. I might even find a family. And I might just finally feel safe, not broken. I might grow, I might break. All with the help of a certain boy in a sheriff's hat. Wanna know how all that happens? Keep reading. You're in for a wild ride. Because this is a story of death, sacrifice, zombies, sarcasm, and learning to sleep with a knife under your pillow. But most importantly, love And you might ask how I found the "L" word in the apocalypse... That's for you to find out. And for me to tell you. Bit by bit, piece by piece, little by little, and chapter by chapter. Good luck, and don't get bit before you finish the story, because this girl doesn't tell it twice. I do not own the walking dead, only my ocs! Started: July 1, 2025 Published: July 9, 2025 Edited: October 4, 2025 Finished: ??? (You have to waittttttt :p)

❝how are you real?❞ ❝i'm real, isa. and i'm yours.❞ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Her name is Isadora. The leader of the healers in Group B, and the fourth arrival to a maze of teenage girls. She's fairly straightforward, unafraid to speak her mind or bury her fist into the face of someone who's being an idiot, if it really comes down to it. But despite her blunt demeanor, she really does have kind heart, willing to lay down her life for the people she loves. His name is Newt. Second-in-command in his maze, and one of the first to arrive in the Glade. Undeniably kind, he is the first to calmly assess a difficult situation and diffuse it, bringing the Gladers together as the glue. But if the situation arises, he's no stranger to violence if it threatens the safety of his closest friends. What happens when these two broken souls inevitably collide? When they help each other to pick up the shards, and become whole again? This is the tale of two teenagers fighting together against the world, and just happen to form a beautiful bond in the process. TW: canon-typical violence, mentions of attempted suicide, self harm, and sexual abuse Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, except for Isa. All rights go to James Dashner as the wonderful writer of the Maze Runner series, and Wes Ball as the director of the corresponding movies.