Alexandria was supposed to be safe. High walls, quiet streets, and people pretending the world hadn't completely fallen apart. She had learned how to survive there long ago, spending her days patrolling with her bow and keeping enough distance to never get too attached to anyone. Until the gates opened. Rick Grimes' group arrived covered in dirt, blood, and distrust, but among all of them, there was one person she couldn't stop looking at: a quiet man with tired eyes and a crossbow hanging from his shoulder. Daryl Dixon looked like he didn't belong in Alexandria. Maybe that was exactly why she was drawn to him. Between late-night runs, restless silences, survival, and a world that never stops taking, the two of them slowly realize that surviving becomes a lot harder once someone finally manages to get under your skin. This story has connections to the show, I recommend watching it. Season 5 forward.

Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. [Complete] [ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴏ3]

My name is Grace Mathews. I woke up like every other day, already dreading another long shift at the hospital. I thought my biggest problem was going to be rude patients, endless charts, and surviving on coffee. Then the news broke. People were attacking each other. Hospitals were overflowing. The world was falling apart faster than anyone could understand. So I did the only thing I could think to do. I packed my car with everything I could carry-food, medicine, supplies, anything that might keep me alive. I never thought being a nurse would be the thing that saved my life. But in a world full of the dead, knowing how to heal the living might be the most dangerous gift of all. Now every road is a risk, every stranger could be a threat, and every choice could be my last. The world ended in a day. And somehow, I survived.

"You wanted me to be here!!" she exclaims, spitting up the last of the bile from her mouth. "Why'd you want me here, anyhow?! You didn't answer my damn question." She looks over her shoulder, watching as he gets up off the ground, wiping off his knife before sticking it back in its hilt. He takes a moment, pondering his thoughts before shrugging. "You're the only one who kind of knows what they're doing. Even though you're sick all the time." "Then get me some fucking Pepto and I'll be perfect, lover boy." Daryl Dixon x Female OC

People said animals could smell danger. Rowan learned young that humans were usually worse. After the world ends, she returns to the animal rehabilitation center she once worked at to free the creatures left behind. Instead, she finds a dying jaguar and the cub she leaves behind. From that moment on, Rowan stops trying to belong to people at all. Years later, rumors spread across the wasteland about Negan's younger sister, the woman who rides with a stallion like thunder, a wolfdog that mirrors her anger, a hawk circling overhead, and a black jaguar that walks beside her like death itself. Cold. Violent. Inhuman. At least that's what people say. When Rowan crosses paths with Rick Grimes' group, they already think they know exactly what she is. She's taken prisoner, distrusted, feared, and watched constantly while her animals grow restless behind Alexandria's walls. And with Negan searching for the sibling who disappeared from his side long ago, Rowan quickly becomes more than just a threat, she becomes a problem no one knows how to solve. Especially Daryl Dixon. Because the closer he gets to her, the more he realizes something terrifying. The woman everyone calls a monster only ever felt safe beside animals. And maybe there's a reason they bare their teeth whenever humans get too close. No Animal Bites Without Reason A slow-burn, survival-heavy The Walking Dead fanfiction featuring, - enemies to lovers - morally gray protagonist - animal companionship - slow burn Daryl Dixon romance - psychological trauma - survival realism - found family

For almost three years, Lingara Valehart survived the apocalypse by doing what others would call impossible - hiding instead of fighting, running instead of standing her ground, and refusing to let the world harden her heart. While others became stronger, colder, and deadlier, she remained soft. And somehow, she survived. What Lingara doesn't know is that somewhere along the way, two mesmerizing bluish eyes of a quiet hunter with a crossbow began watching from the shadows. Daryl Dixon. At first, it was curiosity. A flash of red hair between the trees. A strange girl who smiled too much for the end of the world. Then it became something else. Something neither of them realized was happening. Because sometimes, the people protecting us don't even realize they're doing it. ₊˚.༄🦋⋆˚｡୨୧🏹๑‧˚₊ꔛ⊹˚🧟‍♂️₊꩜ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. Top Rankings: 🏅#1 twddaryldixon 🏅#1 daryldixonfanfiction 🏅#1 twdlovestory 🏅#1 glennrhee 🏅#2 thewalkingdeaddaryldixon 🏅#4 twdcast 🏅#16/26.5k zombieapocalypse 🏅#21/44.7k zombies

"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 "𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢" 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙚❟ 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚｡" ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 「In Which a girl was pregnant, in a apocalypse」

--- ♡ (n.) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. -- "𝗜 𝗮𝗶𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂." "𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗗𝗶𝘅𝗼𝗻." -- In which even in this new, fucked up world where the dead walk and nobody is perfect, Daryl Dixon still finds it within him to fall in love, albeit slowly and with a lot of insecurities that carried through from his past life. The Walking Dead Fanfiction. DISCLAIMER: Daryl is younger in this fic, around his early thirties. started: 29/03/24 finished: -/-/- BEST RANKINGS- no.1 in #thewalkingdead (april 2024) no.1 in #michonne (june 2024) no.1 in #daryldixon (june 2024) no.1 in #dixon (june, july 2024) no.1 in #thewalkingdeadfanfiction (oct, nov 2024) no.1 in #daryl (march, 2026)

When the world ends, eight-year-old Caroline Grimes is still the kind of child who says please, thank you, and smiles through missing teeth. Sweet, gentle, and painfully easy to love, she is not built for the apocalypse. But long before the dead close in, Caroline is already unraveling under the weight of fear, loss, and the constant fracture lines inside her own family. As the world strips away everything that once made her feel safe, this is the story of how a little girl is changed-not all at once, but slowly, quietly, and for good. I do not own the walking dead or its characters! I only own Casey Grimes, all others all belong to AMC!

"You know, I think everyone who's ever loved me is dead." "That makes two of us. Fuckin' cheers." When the dead rose, Hope Tremblay found herself trapped, woefully unprepared for the rapidly changing world before her, and worst of all, alone. Day by day, week by week, she somehow stayed alive, clinging to the idea that she could survive, but unsure of how to do so. When she meets a group of survivors, she sees a chance to be something more, to actually live in this new undead world. With no family and no friends, Hope finds herself just as alone in her new group. When she meets Daryl Dixon, she senses a kindred spirit beneath the rugged, asshole exterior he displays to the world. When two lonely people meet at the end of the world, an unlikely friendship blossoms into more. Highest Ranking: #97 in Fanfiction Original fanfic featured in the official Wattpad @Fanfic The Walking Dead Reading List ✦ Ambys 2025 Fright Novel Favourites Winner ✦ *NOTE: THIS IS A REWRITTEN VERSION OF THE ORIGINAL DARYL'S ANGEL FANFICTION PUBLISHED IN 2014! CONTENT WARNINGS FOR: Racial slurs (from Merle, of course), sexual assault (implied/attempted), canon-typical violence, fear, sex, blood, gore, illness/vomit, death