Hello! So I've been asked to write a walking dead fanfiction a couple times now, I know the series is over but never late then ever am I right? With that being said TWD is a long ass series I'm not sure how long I'll do this for. I am starting by season one of the series just cause it makes more sense and gives me more wiggle room for developments. Some things will change from the original plot, if you don't like it then I'm sorry but don't read it. Eventually I'll stray away from writing word by word of what the characters say, just cause it's a lot to go back and forth to watch the episode to see what exactly was said and done. WARNING: This fanfic will be mature, which means there's gore, SEX and other mature themes. There will be no warnings it'll just happen. So, if you get squeamish at sex then don't read. If you don't like gore...then why are you reading a zombie fanfic? DISCLAIMER: I do not own TWD or its characters. I only own my own. This is a fan fiction after all. Once again, there WILL be plot changes and this fanfiction might not go all the way to the last season. Please enjoy. Real Description: Name's Ivanna King, but most call me Ivy, Poison Ivy, or Red-not for my looks, but for my temper. I've tried working on it, but the military and the apocalypse didn't exactly help. I was helping the Doc with his research when alarms went off. On the monitor, a guy with pleading eyes and a sheriffs hat begged for help. Before I could object, the Doc let his group in. Now, with time ticking down and this place set to blow, I can't wait to see how they handle the truth. (Daryl Dixon x OC)

WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE FOLLOWING! - AGE GAP (YN 17 GOING ON 18. DARYL 27 GOING ON 28) - SEXUAL CONTENT (THE WTF IS HAPPENING? WHY? KIND OF SEXUAL CONTENT) - STRING LANGUAGE - SHAMELESS PATHETIC FLIRTING - GORE (ITS TWD) - GRAMMER/SPELLING MISKTAKES NEEDS EDITED [THIS STORY IS COMPLETED] {I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD OR ITS CHARACTERS I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTER} [Daryl Dixon x reader] It all starts before the outbreak. 17 year old reader has a crush on her 27 year old neighbor Daryl Dixon. Her father is the sheriff who likes the young man. The reader flirts with Daryl but Daryl sees her as a girl who is younger then him and knows he needs to stay away even if he thinks shes beautiful. One day he calls her a child and her being stubborn and having a short temper just like he does she tries to prove to him that shes not a child. five years later the outbreak happens and her father gets bit and Daryl ends up saving her.

A pre-apocalyptic love story about a young woman and her taboo relationship with her Dad's best friend, Merle Dixon. Will their budding relationship blossom, or will people do their best to destroy what's between them? This fic is for 18+ only! There will be smut, violence, drug use, and Merle acting like Merle. I rarely put warnings on my chapters, but some will have them because the shit that happens in this fic is off the hook! Hope y'all enjoy it. Originally completed April 2017 Original reads before Wattpad nuked my old account - 80K

|Status: Hiatus| |Updates: EVERY FRIDAY UTC+9| Natasha, a 25 year-old master's student at UCLA studying International Relations. Anastasia, a 35 year-old veteran turned survivalist living in Atlanta. The two sisters, ten years apart find themselves on opposite sides of the United States when the dead start walking. After a decade and a half of only having each other, they're desperate to connect. Fighting their way through hoards of undead, meeting people from all walks of life, and adventuring into the unknown. (FTWD: Season 1 and 3 (Season 2 rewritten to fit my story) (TWD: Season 0-4 (Season 0: Pre Rick wakes up.) |SLOW-BURN| |LONG-FIC| |FIRST-PERSON|

Bellona Hart, a thirty-year-old veteran, wasn't deaf, but sign language was how she communicated with the world. It wasn't because she had nothing to say. It was more so that the Seals taught her to keep her mouth shut on any kind of information, and after eight years of doing that, she decided that keeping quiet was easier. She was still supposed to be overseas, but had come home early to surprise her family. Unfortunately, during her layover in ATL, all hell breaks loose and she wishes she was still on the battlefield. Fortunately, she found people that took her in and she would protect them with her life. OR Daryl Dixon doesn't like to talk, but somehow finds himself rambling to fill the silence that she brings. OR Another Daryl x OC fic for your feed | Season 1 - ? | Rankings: 07/15/25 - Daryl Dixon - #18 08/01/25 - Rick Grimes - #34 08/12/25 - The Walking Dead Fic - #1 09/17/25 - Daryl Dixon Fanfiction - #2

"Nurse, I need some help." I turn to the man and furrow my eyebrows once more. "I'm not a nurse." He just nods. "Where can I find a nurse?" I shake my head. "Now? Probably no where. It's slim pickens out there. Most people are gone now." He stiffens a bit as he looks scared at my words. "Gone? What do you mean?" I put my gun back in its holster and shrug. "Dead. Once the dead started walking again, most people started getting picked off. It was fast. No one believed the news, so they didn't stay at home." ⚠️Disclaimer: I did not create The Walking Dead. I added my own characters, plot, etc.⚠️

Ranked #1 in #twdfamily ☺️ *** Ranked #43 in #daryldixon stories ☺️ *** faith is a mute girl. she lost her voice many years ago when she was just a kid. since then, she became shy, filled with nervousness and anxiety. the only thing that calms her down, music. when an apocalypse breaks out causing the dead to walk the earth, she's found by a group of survivors who decide to welcome her into their group but will it work out? will she be able to keep her eyes off the devilishly handsome redneck? *** slowburn *** season two-three

Romance should be the last thing on her mind once the world ended- and it was... until she met Daryl Dixon. While trying to adapt to the way the new world had changed her, it seems as though he was the only one standing by her side. The dead aren't the only thing she has to fear when the thing she loves the most is ripped away from her, and she must face being completely and utterly alone in a world full of the dead. AN: I wrote this when I was 15, please be gentle I've improved greatly since then Edit; thank you for 40K+ views!

sometimes, the world doesn't need another hero. sometimes, what it needs is a monster. [ #67 IN FANFICTION ] [ completed / editing ] BOOK 1 t. walking dead / daryl dixon seasons 1 - 2 DEWITTS © 2015

At ten Nai is alone, at sixteen she's adopted by a farmer, then at twenty-five the dead woke up and she ends up getting more than she bargained for after finding and helping a one-handed redneck. Now it's a one-handed redneck and a stubborn woman against the world as they make their way home. What could go wrong? Merle/OC sibling relationship, Daryl/OC eventual romance. I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD OR ITS CHARACTERS. ONLY NAI AND A FEW OTHERS.