It's been two months since this whole thing started. Two months of fear and pain. Two months of running around, scavenging for food. Two months without a group or weapons, just a pocket knife in my boot. The walkers, they just keep coming and I'm running. Pain seeped through my body as I put pressure on my left ankle. I have to keep going. I thought. I have to.

❛ now daryl, daryl was gray. he always seemed to be bitter and emotionless with no other dimensions to himself; his mere presence was the only one. gray was intriguing, almost acting like an acquired taste, but it had the potential to be beautiful too. i'm not saying daryl's beautiful, but there's just an unknown reason to him that makes his gray more unique than all the others...❜ [highest rankings: #5 in thewalkingdead , #1 in daryldixon, and #1 in twd] [d. dixon romance] seasons 3-7 © aleighdixon 2015

Abby didn't want any part in a group. Groups always failed. Groups got you killed. She was just fine being alone in the world. Surviving. Until he came along. (This includes DD/LG) (#5 #walkingdead 7/3/19)