When the world ends, Fallon learns one truth fast- the dead aren't the only ones who hunt. Abandoned by her group and surviving alone in the forests of Georgia, she's become a ghost with a gun: a tracker, a fighter, a medic with more scars than stories. She doesn't trust anyone. She doesn't stay anywhere. She doesn't belong. Then she crosses paths with Rick Grimes' group... and with the man who reads the woods the same way she does. Daryl Dixon is feral, stubborn, and impossible to shake-and he sees through Fallon faster than she can hide. They clash. They circle. They survive. But in a world crawling with the dead, the most dangerous thing she can do is let someone in. Because once Fallon cares, she'll burn the world down to protect them. And that kind of loyalty? Gets you killed. Daryl Dixon x OC

When a cowboy saved her from death. She never knew he would lead her to a new life, a new strengh, a new sense of purpose amonst the living. Or even to him!!! A hot tempered archer, reserved and emotional detached but something about him made her safe... freeing her from inner demons. A want, a need for him... a love like no other, intoxicating and the best thing was Daryl crazed her... ............... My reality felt gone... like I would slip back into my hallucinations gone forever... until I felt arms snake around my waist... moving me away from the wall and into his embrace... "Stop... stop it... please" I yelled, pushing myself away from him needing air "Ya can't do this now... I need ya" "I need you too... but I can't... I can't lose you too" "I'm here.... look" pulling me around to see him... "Ya mean.... everythin to me....Cath" Daryl mumbled, startling me a little... "Your a warrior...strong... my....." "What does that mean" I sobbed Then everything moved in slow motion Before I knew what was happening, his crossbow hit the ground and Daryl's lips crashed against mine heavily... Our tongues collided... this wasn't a soft invitation, wasn't delicate or cautious... it was made of all the interrupted attempts and unspoken words we had for each other since the farm. It was wild and unrelenting... our lips working together as if they had always belonged there. One of his hands slid up to the back of my neck, tangling in my hair... fingers holding my head in place, as his other found its home at my hip like it was second nature... bruising me... ............. Daryl Dixon love story 18 + smut and language warning Sex and Steamy scenes * I do not own the rights to any of these TWD characters or the script or story from the tv series or comic. Wattpad #1 daryldixonlove - for 12 weeks #2 normanreedus #3 daryldixonsmut #1 apocolypselove #1 twd family

For almost three years, Lingara Valehart survived the apocalypse by doing what others would call impossible - hiding instead of fighting, running instead of standing her ground, and refusing to let the world harden her heart. While others became stronger, colder, and deadlier, she remained soft. And somehow, she survived. What Lingara doesn't know is that somewhere along the way, two mesmerizing bluish eyes of a quiet hunter with a crossbow began watching from the shadows. Daryl Dixon. At first, it was curiosity. A flash of red hair between the trees. A strange girl who smiled too much for the end of the world. Then it became something else. Something neither of them realized was happening. Because sometimes, the people protecting us don't even realize they're doing it. ₊˚.༄🦋⋆˚｡୨୧🏹๑‧˚₊ꔛ⊹˚🧟‍♂️₊꩜ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. Top Rankings: 🏅#1 twddaryldixon 🏅#1 daryldixonfanfiction 🏅#1 twdlovestory 🏅#1 glennrhee 🏅#2 thewalkingdeaddaryldixon 🏅#4 twdcast 🏅#16/26.5k zombieapocalypse 🏅#21/44.7k zombies

bad things happen to good people. ❀ carl grimes x oc ➸ season 1 [in the process of being rewritten bc yikes] started: august 2020 finished: january 2023

𝑾𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. ****** Daryl Dixon x Fem OC season 1 - season ? ****** UNEDITED

"feeling so tired, really falling apart" t.walking dead daryl dixon x fem! oc season 1 - season 11 slow burn start: april 18, 2022 WARNING: any images, videos, gifs that are used in this book do not belong to me unless stated so. this story will include sensitive topics. added characters belong to me...

Savannah born CJ Jefferson, 33 years of age when the dead rose and the living began to fall. Her father, a former corporal in the army, raised his 2 children to be able to survive and adapt to any and all situations. At the end of the world, after losing everything and trapped in the city belonging to the fallen, CJ is rescued and brought to a group of strangers she grows to love and protect. But when everyone is so busy worrying about the dead, it's easy to forget that the living are just as dangerous. ***** "I used to think I could see everything that was coming for me, but apparently my mind has a blind spot," "No one coulda' seen any a' this comin'. But just 'cause you can't see it, don't mean you ain't ready." "I'm sorry I called you an asshole. You might be a prick but you're not an asshole." "Gee thanks" ***** OC x Daryl Dixon Book 1 of 2 (Seasons1-8)

-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.

Elena was always composed and methodical. She knew how to survive the world way before it finished. She wasn't looking for attachments, for people to call a family. Because attachments are liability, make you weak especially in this new world where dead are walking and living are more dangerous than before. I don't own anything or anyone, except my OCs. Daryl Dixon x OC; sort of slow burn with a lot of subtexts. Warnings: Strong language, eventual sexual content, violence, blood, self-harm triggers, attempted sexual assault triggers.

"You know, I think everyone who's ever loved me is dead." "That makes two of us. Fuckin' cheers." When the dead rose, Hope Tremblay found herself trapped, woefully unprepared for the rapidly changing world before her, and worst of all, alone. Day by day, week by week, she somehow stayed alive, clinging to the idea that she could survive, but unsure of how to do so. When she meets a group of survivors, she sees a chance to be something more, to actually live in this new undead world. With no family and no friends, Hope finds herself just as alone in her new group. When she meets Daryl Dixon, she senses a kindred spirit beneath the rugged, asshole exterior he displays to the world. When two lonely people meet at the end of the world, an unlikely friendship blossoms into more. Highest Ranking: #97 in Fanfiction Original fanfic featured in the official Wattpad @Fanfic The Walking Dead Reading List ✦ Ambys 2025 Fright Novel Favourites Winner ✦ *NOTE: THIS IS A REWRITTEN VERSION OF THE ORIGINAL DARYL'S ANGEL FANFICTION PUBLISHED IN 2014! CONTENT WARNINGS FOR: Racial slurs (from Merle, of course), sexual assault (implied/attempted), canon-typical violence, fear, sex, blood, gore, illness/vomit, death