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.

Beatrix and Daryl had never met before. In fact, they lived two completely different lives. Beatrix lived in the city, right beside of the hospital, which is where she spent most of her time. Her favorite thing to do at work-besides work, of course-was to talk to her patients and the nurses. She had never been in trouble a day in her life. She had a perfect record, not even being stained with as little as a speeding ticket. Daryl lived in a secluded cabin, at least three miles away from any civilization. The only time he ever talked to anybody was when he was forced to at work. He was constantly in and out of jail, mostly taking the blame for his older brother, but nobody knew that except for him. He destroyed the name Dixon. You couldn't have picked two people that were more different. What happens when the apocalypse brings them together? Will they ever be able to be together? Or will the apocalypse destroy them, just like everything else? Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead or any characters/idea from the show. AMAZING cover by: @krisk- I HAVEN'T EDITED THIS YET BUT I'M GOING TO START SOON I PROMISE. Bear with me please until I can sit down and get some editing done!! I'm a just a college kid with hella hard classes and not enough time. Ps thanks for checking out my story!! :)

Vulnerability should never equate to weakness. Amy Wilson had always relied on her older brother to keep her from harm. Even when the dead began to rise, this had not changed. She was not a fighter. Amy couldn't handle a gun, couldn't function around blood and gore, and certainly couldn't live with herself after killing another being; whether they were dead or living. After her brother was killed at the hands of a man named Rick Grimes, she was finally forced to learn how to protect herself, how to fight, and to be brave. There was only one man capable of teaching this; a hunter, Daryl Dixon. Cold, quiet, private and strong, he had no time for weakness. That was, of course, until he met Amy. - First TWD Watty Award Winner - Featured in the Official The Walking Dead : Road to Survival "Top Walking Dead Fanfiction" reading list - Featured in the Official Wattpad Fanfic "The Walking Dead" reading list - #8 in Buzzfeed's Official "19 Wildest Fanfics People Couldn't Stop Reading In 2015"

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?

The end of one world is only the beginning of a new one. [Daryl Dixon]

sometimes, the world doesn't need another hero. sometimes, what it needs is a monster. [ #67 IN FANFICTION ] [ completed / editing ] BOOK 1 t. walking dead / daryl dixon seasons 1 - 2 DEWITTS © 2015