"Maybe we are nothing, if we have nothing to live for. Maybe we really...just have to live for ourselves." (All characters except Joslyn, her family, and Manny's group are subjected to Robert Kirkman for "The Walking Dead". Any quotes, sayings, or references to this fanfic should be credited to me, or my ig @thewalkingscream. This fanfiction contains mature content such as language, violence, SC. 13+ is the advised reading age.)

Fan fiction based on 'The Walking Dead.'

Don't believe all the things you tell yourself late at night.

Angel Dixon is the younger sister of Daryl and Merle. Smart, feisty and independent, she goes to search for her brothers as her mother's dying command. But when she finds Daryl, and she steps into a world full of mistrust, tragedy and horror, will she be able to survive?

Mia Asbury is a 28 year old single mom from Louisiana, whilst visiting Virginia for work leaving her 2 year old daughter with her adoptive parents the outbreak begins, 11 months in, she has no family left and has been with Rick Grimes group for a good 5 months, seeing Lori,T-dog and others being taken by the outbreak this was her chance to bond with the outcast of the group, Daryl Dixon the bad-ass socially awkward redneck,Surprised they had anything in common a relationship starts to bud come along for the ride to see their story to unfold. Damaged People gravitate towards damaged people.

In the midst of a zombie apocalypse you meet Grace Tucker, a college student who can kick ass. After a run one day she was shot and her world was flipped upside down when she fell for the one and only, Daryl Dixon. Find out how long this will last if they survive, are eaten, or are killed in this world of chaos! My book is better than my description promise!

Rosaline is a nomad, living in the abandoned buildings of Atlanta during the walker epidemic. When she meets a group with exceptionally nice people, and one not so friendly, she decides to join them. However, with doing so she must decipher the varying moods of Daryl Dixon, fight off memories of her past that haunt her, fend off a smitten Shane, and try to stay alive in a place where the dead roam the streets.

❝When it was quiet, I didn't have to worry about a monster trying to make me its lunch. I did, however, have to worry about my wandering thoughts, and I'd have a different monster on my hands if I let them wander too far.❞ ↣ A virus has erupted, turning loved ones into mindless, ravenous, killers. Where the rest of the world sees madness, Kathryn Johnson sees opportunity. She runs from her immutable hell, disappearing into the trees of Northern Georgia. Little does Kathryn know, she hasn't escaped hell, rather swapped one for another. In a moment of unhampered curiosity, she stumbles upon a group that won't take no for an answer. Through these people, Kathryn finds herself examining the walls she's kept herself locked behind. After a lifetime of unknown, a question waits for her on the other side: Can the broken be fixed? ↣ { Featured in the @WalkingDeadRoadtoSurvival "Top Walking Dead Fanfiction" reading list } { ➊ The Walking Dead } { ➌ The Walking Dead Fanfiction } { ❺ Daryl Dixon }

When the hot-headed Daryl Dixon fell from a ravine looking for Sophia, he was saved by an unusual heroine: the cold and stoic Emyli Evans. This convergence makes an unfeeling strange girl and a short-tempered redneck walking together in the midst of the dead seems not so unlikely anymore. PG - for Language, Mature Themes (sex, abuse, etc.) & Walker-Slaughters

Life is broken. That's the only way to explain this damned world. You can't do anything without second guessing your decision, you think that what ever you do is wrong and I can't even count the number of times I've lost my morales. I've had to do things that you should only have to see in the movies. Killing should only be something you hear on the news, but now I don't get a day without hearing people cry and whimper for help or mercy. The world is broken, and it's all thanks to the damned corpses that rise up everyday and chow down on the living. The only reason I haven't given up hope, the only reason I haven't stopped fighting, the only reason I haven't sent a bullet through my brain is because of one thing. This thing that keeps me going, this thing fuels my body, this thing that makes me fight these diseased ridden freaks, is love. The love I have for my family and friends is the only thing that's kept me here, it's the only reason I walk the earth with the dead. Included among my family and friends is the biggest reason I didn't die at the beginning, he's one of the biggest reason's why I protect the prison with my life. This man that saved my life countless times is my broken saviour, this man is none other than my redneck.