❝Some women fear the fire. Some women simply become it.❞ [r.h. sin] When the proverbial shit hit the fan and the dead started walking, Madison knew the world had gone to hell in a hand basket. While on the verge of losing who she is, the only thing that keeps her maintaining the will to live is her desire to keep the people she loves safe. Through all of the death, violence and loss, she had never expected Daryl Dixon to become one of the people she loved the most. And he certainly didn't expect to fall in love with her, either. But there are no happy endings in a world where the dead prey on the living. Especially when the living start to turn against each other, too. © Copyright for TWD show belongs to AMC and its writers. I only own my OCs and their plots within the story.

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*

Josie Jacobs just graduated from NYU. She moves back to the small Georgia town where she grew up. She develops a relationship with a certain redneck. She quickly discovers that it isn't easy caring about Daryl Dixon

"Why are you so mean to me?" I asked him quietly. He looked at me like he was confused. I sighed. "You act like you hate me... why?" Daryl blinked and shrugged his shoulders, like it didn't matter. "I don't." ~ Natalie Elliot: the sweet girl; the one with honey-colored hair and a smile; the girl everybody likes. Daryl Dixon: the angry man; the one with cold eyes and a hatred for the world; the first person who seems to hate her. ~ I do not own Daryl Dixon or The Walking Dead. I only own Natalie and her plotlines.

I looked into the shining blue eyes of the man across me and knew that he was it. The thing I had been searching for my whole life, the thing I needed most. But now that I knew that, it was too late. Cat Hemmings had lost everything, everyone she cared about. She knew that in this world that if you cherished something, it was bound to be taken away. Nothing was secure in this world, everything was temporary. While running away from a group of walkers, Cat stumbles upon a prison, the safest refuge she had seen since the outbreak began. There she meets a group of survivors, their handsome leader and mysterious man named Daryl. The prison soon becomes her home but she soon discovers that the apocalypse isn't her only problem while living there. She is torn between her heart and the men she loves. She must choose between protecting herself, or taking a chance. How can she love in a world where love is fragile and can be taken away in the blink of an eye? Copyright @ree_louise

"He said she was a mistake, but not to me she made me a better person a happier person. She's my baby." 19 year old Dixie Grimes Daughter of Rick Grimes left only in the apocalypse with her mother brother and her one year old daughter Cleo. Dixie believes her father is dead things couldn't get worse then that until the Dixon brothers show up. Not only is Daryl her baby's father But he is 18 years older than her. Heartbroken, is all that can describe Dixie Grimes. ( Daryl is a tad dicky in this fic. He is going to slowly get nicer but at the start he is a huge douchebag)

Aspen has had a crush on Daryl Dixon since the beginning of the world ending. Between threats from the Governor, a sickness and the dead walking, will she ever be able to break through his walls and gain his attention? Or is romance dead in this new world? [season 3-4] #1 in redneck #1 in twd #1 in walkingdead #1 in Dixon #1 in normanreedus I do not own TWD characters. Pictures used from google

"I love you Samantha Greene. And that's why I'm leaving." The he left me. He left me and I couldn't stop him. Then I finally broke down. I hadn't cried like this in over a year or two. All it took was Daryl Dixon to break my walls. Unfortunately he was the only one who could put them back.

Daryl Dixon has been a survivor even before the dead started to walk. But how did he become the crossbow-wielding badass we've come to love? This is the story of his youth: from his days as a delightful babe, to acquiring his girly nickname "Darlina", to his awkward pre-teen years, to his first kiss and first heart-break. *Young Merle and Daryl

She was calm, calculating, and cautious. He was brash, brawny, and bullheaded. Complete opposites with a world of similarities in between. ••• "Eevee. Like the Pokémon?" She shrugged and gave a loose nod, most people didn't quite catch on to the name. This wasn't the world for games and tv shows anymore. "Yep, it was the running joke of the family. Poor little Eevee, useless until evolution." ••• "I think you two are much more similar than you think you are." Daryl scoffed and rolled his eyes towards the sky. "An' how did you manage ta reach that Sherlock level brainiac conclusion?" "That's easy, flip side. The same coin, just different sides." Awards: #1- michonne 1/28/19 #1- twdlovestory 1/31/19 #2- daryldixon 4/7/19 #1- thewalkingdead 7/19/19