It was clear the second she turned up at the prison that she was one of them. That she was a Dixon. Her brown hair, her greying blue eyes. Almost everything about her screamed Dixon. - When a girl, around Carl's age, turns up at the prison, people start to talk. Bella Riley... Dixon? It has to be true. Everybody asks the same question, and only one person could answer it. Does Daryl Dixon have a daughter?

"Why are you doing this?" I grab his arm before he storms out the house, but he just shakes me off and keeps walking. "Daryl!" I scream before he can step off the tiny porch. He turns abruptly and storms back over to me. "What?! What do ye want from me?!" He screams, the veins in his neck pop out as he breathes hard. "I know you don't like me, but you can't always run away!" I point a finger at his chest and jab him as I say every word. "Like ye? Ye just don't understand!" He turns to walk away again but stops himself and turns back with a pained expression. "Mel, I love ye!" he screams. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Melinda Greene is 32 with straight blonde hair and big blue eyes. On her way out of Atlanta to find her family she runs across Rick. He insist that she come with him but all she wants to do is find her family and fiancé. Can Rick and the group help her find what she wants? Or is it all gonna go down hill and her end up with the one guy she despises? Daryl Dixon Mature content. All rights reserved. I do not own any of The Walking Dead characters or the story line. Poorly written in the beginning, but it gets better as you go.

DARYL DIXON FANFICTION. This is a sequel to No Good, it is recommended that you read that before reading this. It's been seven months since the Massacre at Woodbury. The group has split apart and the remaining members have banded together to make up every living thing's worst fear, The Undead's Nightmare. They are a ruthless group of people that kills any member that comes near. Day by day, truths are uncovered and people are lost. It's only a matter of time before Rebel and Daryl are split as well. © 2013 Lucky Oliver All rights reserved.

(DARYL DIXON FAN FICTION) Daryl was the only thing keeping her there. Her sister and brothers were gone, her fiancé was dead, and that crossbow-exerting redneck won't take no for an answer. He is determined to keep Rebel, yet scared to have her. It's a never ending cycle with him, and during the apocalypse, love isn't exactly easy to find. It isn't Rebel's fault that she won't give in, but it is her fault what happens because of it. © 2013 Lucky Oliver All rights reserved.

Mallory who was adopted by o2l, is now 17 years old. She still lives in the same house along with the 'o2l' guys and half of 'magcon' guys. There's even another person in the picture, named Max. Mallory haven't had any problems with her past encounters... Until now that is.

Charlie Asher has stayed true to her small town roots, despite her new big city life. All that changes though with the onset of the "epidemic"...aka the zombie apocalypse. She's forced to deal with loss, loneliness, and the grueling challenge for survival every single day. She doesn't have much left to remember her old life besides an old, dinged up i-pod that doesn't even work, and of course her memories. Until one day, she comes face to face with an important piece of her past. Her long lost childhood friend, Daryl Dixon. After a decade of zero contact, preceded by a bitter fallout, how will these two handle their unexpected reunion?