Vulnerability should never equate to weakness. Amy Wilson had always relied on her older brother to keep her from harm. Even when the dead began to rise, this had not changed. She was not a fighter. Amy couldn't handle a gun, couldn't function around blood and gore, and certainly couldn't live with herself after killing another being; whether they were dead or living. After her brother was killed at the hands of a man named Rick Grimes, she was finally forced to learn how to protect herself, how to fight, and to be brave. There was only one man capable of teaching this; a hunter, Daryl Dixon. Cold, quiet, private and strong, he had no time for weakness. That was, of course, until he met Amy. - First TWD Watty Award Winner - Featured in the Official The Walking Dead : Road to Survival "Top Walking Dead Fanfiction" reading list - Featured in the Official Wattpad Fanfic "The Walking Dead" reading list - #8 in Buzzfeed's Official "19 Wildest Fanfics People Couldn't Stop Reading In 2015"

❝ Well, Rick, it seems like we have ourselves in quite the predicament. Any ideas, Sheriff? ❞ the walking dead [season one- season seven] oc x rick grimes [COMPLETED] 2016 © bxtchnuts

she's digging two graves. one for them, and one for her. [TWD SEASONS 2-X] {RICK GRIMES}

Electra Walsh has been running all of her life. Running from her past and her future. And with The Governor eliminated and The Prison standing strong, she thought she could finally stop running. Security is delusion. Love is an institution. Life is a contribution. Happiness is a hallucination. Death is in distribution. The living need absolution. Humanity need a resolution. She was wrong. Two ancient threats have been set upon The Prison Occupants and perhaps the most terrifying of all. Mother Nature and Karma. Who leave the living asking: Do you really want us dead or alive to torture for the sins of our hands, the sins of our tongues, the sins of our fathers, the sins of our young? They're a broken people living under loaded gun and it can't be outfought, it can't be outdone, it can't be outmatched, it can't be outrun. Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn, this hurricane's chasing them all underground. ____________________________________________________________________________ -Disclaimer- Obviously, I do not own 'The Walking Dead', any characters associated with 'The Walking Dead' or it's story line. The characters I do own and take full credit for are: Electra Walsh and Courtney. The reinvention of Lilly Caul is mine. ____________________________________________________________________________

❝When it was quiet, I didn't have to worry about a monster trying to make me its lunch. I did, however, have to worry about my wandering thoughts, and I'd have a different monster on my hands if I let them wander too far.❞ ↣ A virus has erupted, turning loved ones into mindless, ravenous, killers. Where the rest of the world sees madness, Kathryn Johnson sees opportunity. She runs from her immutable hell, disappearing into the trees of Northern Georgia. Little does Kathryn know, she hasn't escaped hell, rather swapped one for another. In a moment of unhampered curiosity, she stumbles upon a group that won't take no for an answer. Through these people, Kathryn finds herself examining the walls she's kept herself locked behind. After a lifetime of unknown, a question waits for her on the other side: Can the broken be fixed? ↣ { Featured in the @WalkingDeadRoadtoSurvival "Top Walking Dead Fanfiction" reading list } { ➊ The Walking Dead } { ➌ The Walking Dead Fanfiction } { ❺ Daryl Dixon }