Can he survive the worst thing that can happen to anyone during the Apocalypse? And who does he save first? Himself or humanity?

*This was my very first fanfic I ever attempted. There may be some grammatical errors but it just shows me how far I've come since then! 😊 So fair warning! A retelling of The Walking Dead. The apocalypse just broke. Amelia Sanchez and her family are determined to be reunited with her uncle, Rick Grimes. Amelia quickly learns the hardships all the while finding the beautiful aspects that living in the apocalypse truly entails. [I do not own the characters of 'The Walking Dead'. The story of Amelia Sanchez and how she falls into the world of TWD belongs to me.]

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.

Kasey is placed in a world filled with ups and downs. Finding her family, finding her love again. Losing people, losing humanity. Does she have what it takes to survive?

Hating the world and everything in it, Daryl reluctantly agreed to work with his brother Merle for a bastard named Negan. Doing his dirty work did not sit well with Daryl but what else could he do when Merle was calling the shots? Going to see Negan for their restitution Daryl couldn't help blushing seeing the dancing half naked women. Staring at one that had caught his eye, Negan warned she was his but after seeing her cuts and bruises, Daryl knew he would be saving Grace.

It all started with the line up. Negan had stripped your group clean of everything and now you were surrendered at his will, waiting for what he was going to do next. However, when he takes a liking to you, there's no stopping him.

Daryl Dixon is completely on his own. After the Saviors burn down Alexandria, he thinks that he is the only survivor. Living without the group that he has come to love, has left him as nothing more than a shell of the man he used to be. One day after a brutal fight, he stumbles upon a run-down shack in the woods. As he lay dying on the dirty floor, his life is saved by a complete stranger. These two loners find that living life together is so much better than doing it alone. I haven't written a story in the first person since Broken. It's not as easy as it sounds, but I enjoyed the challenge. This story has taken me months to write and I finished it just days after the Season 8 midseason finale. Any similarities to that episode are pure coincidence. I wrote the chapter (You'll know which one) months before Season8 even started. For anyone that is newly following me or reading my books, I write differently than most. You only start to get chapters once the entire story is written. And it finally is. I hope everyone enjoys Angel.

This was just a romantic but hot one-shot involving Norman Reedus, but I just couldn't let it go at that. So now it is going to be my next story and this one will be a little different! Things are going to get HOT in this (way hotter than my previous stories). I'm going outside of my comfort zone and hopefully, this will work out and be well received. Mia and Norman have been close friends for almost two decades but they've never gotten romantic. It's not that they weren't attracted to each other, it's just that the timing never seemed right. Maybe this time things will be different.......

"Are you serious? Are you really going to push me away? Push us away?" I yelled at him. Daryl kept his back turned. "I have to!" He yelled. His face only inches from mine. "Why? You don't have to keep running from us!" I could feel my face redden and the tears fall. "Because I don' know how to do this!" He yelled pointing to him then me and back to him. "I'll help you!" I cried. "No! Ya' can't, cause ya' don' feel the same!" He yelled. "But I do," I said softly. He looked at me and I could see his tear filled blue eyes meet mine.

Detective Daryl Dixon could have any woman he wants and he knew it. With his rugged good looks and deep pockets he was a prime candidate for any woman but Daryl had no intentions of ever settling down, especially being so jaded working homicide for far too long. Sticking to his appetite for dancers and cocktail waitresses, his world was rocked as a new dancer burst onto the scene and was his match in every way, including his temper. Would he let his guard down and let her see who he really was or was he just too far gone to let anyone ever mean anything to him again? If there was such a person, Jenna was it.