Top ranks: #1 in darylxreader #1 in daryldixon #94 in twd WARNING: this story is about to go into MAJOR renovation, which may create some plot holes at first, but it will all be dandy soon enough. "The rules of surviving are 1. Don't fall off of a cliff 2. Don't fall in any holes. 3. Don't Fall into a swarm of walkers 4. Don't fall period." "Shut up, y/n." Daryl Dixon, a redneck motorcyclist. Y/n l/n, a smart ass, tracker and hunter. Despite their feuding, the two work well together. As an infectious disease breaks out, causing society to collapse. Y/n was left to fend for herself, loosing all the friends and family she once had. "The rules for not dying are 1. Steal food 2.steal water 3. Steal shelter 4. Live" "I said shut the fuck up." Don't be fooled by her façade. Y/n's a fighter, and with Daryl Dixon by her side, they're unstoppable. "The rules of living with a group 1. Find a group 2. Live with them 3. Become friends with them 4. Don't go on a shooting spree." "The only person getting shot here is you if you don't shut up." "What did I just say, Mr. Dixon?" Do opposites attract, or is there more in common between the two than meets the eye?

"Those we love don't go away,they walk beside us everyday...unseen,unheard,but always near, still loved,still missed and very dear". Who knew that one day the dead would walk among us,but we'd be fearing for our lives and fighting the ones we used to love and miss.

All alone since shit came down in the world. Trying to move on from what you had to do to survive. You are (y/n) (l/n). And this is how you survive the walking dead. How a red neck saved your life and captured your badass heart. *Warning. This story contains violence, swearing, and some sexual content. Read at your own risk please. *