Melody Grimes, the one person at camp that Daryl actually didn't hate. It was shocking, a Dixon showing a little bit of feeling towards someone. Although, he didn't show it much, he kept it bottled up just like a Dixon would. Melody felt empty, the only anchor she ever had was her brother, who was dead and gone. Hopefully she'll find her anchor where someone else was looking, maybe they could be each others anchors.

Hey. I'm Tiffany. But just because I'm named like some blonde prep who sticks her tongue down every guys throat doesn't mean I am one. I'm actually the opposite. Born with a love to ride, I quickly became attached to motorcycles. But my life is changed when I meet this guy. A hot, bad boy type guy. Except, he isn't bad. In my eyes. In the law, it's a completely different story. I'm going to help him. And if that means ending up behind bars, then I sure as hell pick out my orange jumpsuit now.

Daryl and Sophia knew each other from an early age. They were each others best friend. But when Sophia made a selfish decision, for the sake of her future they lose contact and eventually drift apart. Brought together by the daunting apocalypse, the two will have to get along for the sake of their survival. Will Daryl ever forgive her? Or has too much happened in the past 10 years, are there too many broken pieces? [S1-S3] [Disclaimer] I do not own any of the walking dead characters.

*Spin Off of what happens after the season four midseason finale, with Daryl Dixon as the main character.* Daryl Dixon barely managed to escape the ruins of the prison, with Beth Greene at his side. Travelling alone, separated from the group, with no means of food and shelter has Daryl on the edge. His old hostile self is creeping back. Daryl now only has one mission: to survive by any way possible and find Rick. Beth and Daryl's friendship is broken. Beth seems to be wanting something different from Daryl, something which never crossed Daryl's mind until now. Daryl finds himself opening up in a way he never did before. He gave up hope a long time ago, how can one girl change that?

❛ now daryl, daryl was gray. he always seemed to be bitter and emotionless with no other dimensions to himself; his mere presence was the only one. gray was intriguing, almost acting like an acquired taste, but it had the potential to be beautiful too. i'm not saying daryl's beautiful, but there's just an unknown reason to him that makes his gray more unique than all the others...❜ [highest rankings: #5 in thewalkingdead , #1 in daryldixon, and #1 in twd] [d. dixon romance] seasons 3-7 © aleighdixon 2015

Daryl Dixon one shots! I have only scene up to some of season 8! Currently on a rewatch, on season 4 now! ⚠️Will be rewriting these⚠️ These are a collection of Daryl Dixon one shots based around the show The Walking Dead. I wrote a lot of these while I was a freshman/sophmore in highschool so thats why I will be rewriting, and because typically I write gender neutral reader interts now, and I would like to make these more available to everyone! I am on my last semester towards my BA in history, so I have come along way.

Isabella Winchester was just another woman fighting to survive in the apocalypse. Read to find out what happens further throughout her life. This is my first story! (Please comment and let me know how I'm doing) I do not own The Walking Dead or its characters.

Alice Manson is a twenty-six year old woman addicted to heroin, cigarettes, alcohol and deadbeat men. When she finds her boyfriend of twelve years dead, she burns her house to the ground with his body within. She seeks out the only people in the world who know how to take care of her; Merle and Daryl Dixon. *This is a pre-apocalypse Daryl Dixon fan fiction. Merle and Daryl Dixon are not my characters, and their story is not mine. It belongs to Robert Kirkman and the makers of The Walking Dead. I take credit only for my plot and my own characters*

A Daryl Dixon, Pre-Apocalypse story... An anxious, shy, teenage girl falls in love with an older, troubled, teenage boy. Years later and after no contact, she writes to him, reflecting on their time together, and let's him know exactly how she felt. Is it too late? Dear Daryl, I hate change. Then I looked into your eyes and suddenly I was ready for it. You held me in your arms and I never wanted you to let go, but you did and you left. But I still think about you, and I still miss you... and I still love you. I'm still here, Daryl--where you left me. If you loved me like I think you did, and if you still do (I really hope you do)...you know where to find me. Love always, your Lady.