Winona thought her biggest problem was being invisible. Not in the metaphorical sense - but in the most literal way a person can be erased. On Earth for only ten years, she's still studying the delicate choreography of humanity. She can mimic them. She's good at it, even. But mimicry is not belonging. Belonging would mean to exist, and Winona has never been certain she does. And as far as the cosmic balance is concerned, she doesn't exist. Heaven doesn't know she's here, Hell never got the memo either. Even Death, for all his meticulous bookkeeping, couldn't find her name in the ledger if he tried. The earth itself seems to forget her over and over, the way a hand might absently brush dust from a table. Yet, strangely, Dean Winchester seems to remember. And that is where everything begins to go wrong. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 ©𝙙𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟗𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: / ༊*·˚ updates set in season 3

Daryl never believed in fate. Never believed in things like soulmates, in people being made for each other. And if that kind of thing did exist - if the universe really did carve people from the same star, from the same bone - then Sybilla wasn't his. 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 @4𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘻 !!! 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓; ©𝙙𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 𝙛𝙚𝙗. 𝟭𝟲, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: - ʚɞ updates set before twd time

Rosie Banks is a quiet and tough nine-year-old girl living in the Atlanta camp with her father, David Banks. After a few weeks at the camp, David gets to know the Dixon brothers. Rosie, being her father's own personal shadow, gets to know the Dixons as well. It doesn't take long for the Dixons to catch on to the many flaws in the relationship between Rosie and her father. Eventually, Merle decides to take matters into his own hands. Will Rosie ever come to understand that it was for the better? How will she survive without her father? ⚠️This book has mature themes such as abuse, sa, and suicide. They aren't constant, but they are there.⚠️ • Completed!!! If there are any typos/errors, please don't hesitate to point them out so I can fix them! Comments are appreciated! Enjoy!

-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.