What if all those monsters your parents told you were fake, were real? And what if they were all against you- but one.

Magic is always flowing at the Magic Kingdom. But the villains are planning something dark and sinister. Mayor of Fantasyland, Clara Brooks and her fellow Mayors must work together to use unimaginable amounts of magic to fight off these forces.

(Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon fan fiction) I'm Anna Walker (ironic, right?) a 22 year old living in isolation from the world. Or what's left of it. Until a house raid gone wrong and I wake up in the arms of the handsome (yet dangerous) Daryl Dixon's arms. Could this be love, or just a little treat before my demise?