𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸? ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ x ᴅᴀʀʏʟ ᴅɪxᴏɴ

She was immense. Six foot three, maybe taller, with shoulders that could rival a linebacker's. Her arms were thick with corded muscle and the most striking thing was the network of scars that laced her skin. Some were thin and silvery, others thick and puckered, a roadmap of old battles and harsh encounters. The most astonishing one was the one on her face. Covering most of her cheek and over her left eye, parting her eyebrow. Her left eye was a milky white while the other eye was a bright brown, telling all that she was half-blinded. Deanna's smile faltered. She forced a little chuckle. "That's... well, that's Frankie." Frankie didn't acknowledge their presence. She was busy hoisting a massive crate of what looked like salvaged farm equipment. She moved with a fluid grace that belied her hulking size. When she did look their way, her gaze was cold as glacial ice. "We call her Frankenstein," Spencer said, his voice confident, humorous. **** Daryl Dixon x Female OC No little petite OC who's sassy. This is a gladiator woman who Daryl Dixon becomes obsessed with! A blushing mess, really. And she's big, thick and badass. Enjoy :3

At just 14, Savana has seen more of the world's cruelty than most adults. Her mother was murdered by her father when she was eight, a memory that never stopped bleeding in the back of her mind. The system tried to help, but trauma doesn't just disappear. Bounced from foster home to foster home, labeled as "too broken," Savana learned early on that people fear what they don't understand. When the dead started walking, she was only eleven - and once again, the world failed her. Alone. For years. But she survived. She survived because she had to. And because she had a secret: when things got too hard, when her heart felt too heavy to carry, she slipped into a different mindset - little space. A form of age regression, both involuntary and chosen, it gave her moments of safety, warmth, and emotional freedom. When the world turned to rot, Savana clung to the only piece of innocence she had left - the little girl inside. But the apocalypse isn't kind to the vulnerable. What will happen when she gets caught by Negan's men and took the the Sanctuary and meets a cold hearted monster? What will happen when that cold hearted monster learns her secret? And what will he do? *I do not own any of the walking dead characters.* Warnings: ⚠️ Bad language Spanking of a minor Non sexual DDLG Trigger warnings: ⛔️ Killing Self harm

𝐎𝐇, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍', 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑, 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍 ☀️ -ˋˏ ۪ ༻ ── ⟣ ֹ ┃ ☆ ⠀˖𓇬˖⠀ ☆┃ ۫ ── ⟢ ༻ ˎˊ- 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, a kind and beautiful mutant who ended up staying with the Greene family during the apocalypse, finds herself catching the attention of not one, but two gruff men hell-bent on surviving. 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, Solana Keeley, a sun-typed mutant is taken in by the Greene family after she gets stuck visiting her Grandmother, then a mishap during a solo hunting trip were she's happy to help a young boy who'd been shot, only to fall in love with his Father, Rick, and his best friend Daryl. -ˋˏ ۪ ༻ ── ⟣ ֹ ┃ ☆ ⠀˖𓇬˖⠀ ☆┃ ۫ ── ⟢ ༻ ˎˊ- 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐘☀️ -ˋˏ ۪ ༻ ── ⟣ ֹ ┃ ☆ ⠀˖𓇬˖⠀ ☆┃ ۫ ── ⟢ ༻ ˎˊ- Throuple Fan Fiction