"You lose everyone, that's just the way it is now. Get used to it." The new world, where blood and dirt stained your body like it was your favourite perfume. Gore, misery, and death now come with the art of survival; everything that you once knew was gone. Scar Jensen, a fighter herself, loses almost everyone she held dear to her heart, that is, until she meets an unlikely group of people. Fighting their way to survive in a world where the odds are always against you, love, tragedy, and heartbreak were inevitable. Who knew that people so different could become so close in the face of death? #1 - zombie survival 11/18/2021 & 05/08/2022 #1 - reedus 11/18/2021 #1 - twdfanfic 12/04/2021 & 04/08/2022 #1 - Daryl 01/14/2022 #1 - Daryldixon 09/05/2022 © All Rights Reserved

| JAX TELLER x FEM!OC | One night, Jax' life took a drastic turn when he came home to find an empty house. His boys were gone, so was Tara. From that night on, he was consumed by a thirst for revenge against his ex-wife he'd divorced just a month before all this had happened. The search for his sons became his main focus; nothing else mattered anymore. Starting in Oregon, he crisscrossed states from Washington to Illinois and back again to smaller parts of Californiaᅳ but nothing. Over the three years, Jax changed. Besides shutting everyone out, he'd also lost himself in the never-ending search. What he hadn't believed was still possible was ever finding something that could make him feel anything other than anger, dread and hopelessness again. Then Nova name came along, cursing him out while glaring at him with those big green eyes at a red light in a small town in California. She brought back his cocky nature, the panty-dropping smile he'd lost years ago. And she gave him back a spark of hope after he opened up to her. It was a phone call that changed everything a few months later; and Jax was forced to become his old self again, letting the monster he once was out of its cage. Now all he needed was Nova by his sideᅳ and he was praying she could accept the man he'd kept hidden from her. ࣼ ᅳ 𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘈𝘕𝘠𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘚𝘖𝘈, 𝘕𝘌𝘐𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘚. 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘚 𝘎𝘖 𝘛𝘖 𝘒𝘜𝘙𝘛 𝘚𝘜𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙. 𝘐 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘔𝘠 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘚 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘔𝘠 𝘖𝘊'𝘚.ᐟ

[The Lovers] two figures so in love they are out to destroy the other. It's about passion, about allowing yourself to be overwhelmed, allowing a love to be feral without needing to domesticate it. (alternate universe to my silent intimacy, daryl dixon fic) daryl dixon x oc smut warning pre apocalypse

Book One : "We belong together. You and me." * "You're my ride or die, asshole. I go wherever you go." - Cover done by: Obsesseddx Season 1 Season 2 Season 3

Elena Monroe was supposed to be starting nursing school. Eighteen, driven, grieving-but healing. Her father had passed from leukemia a year earlier, and all she wanted was to make him proud. Then the world ended. She and her mother packed up the car with her little sister Ivy, hoping to escape Georgia and reach the safety of Atlanta. But what started as a desperate plan shattered on the roadside-when her mother suffered a heart attack behind the wheel. With no emergency services, no help, and only a few months of first aid training, Elena was forced to make an impossible choice. She buried the woman who raised her and drove away with a shell-shocked eleven-year-old in the passenger seat. Gridlock stopped them just outside the city. Walkers flooded the highway. And Elena-bleeding, exhausted, and breaking-stumbled across a group of strangers: Shane Walsh. Lori and Carl Grimes. Carol, Sophia, and Ed Peletier. They took her in. Protected her. Called her strong. But Elena never felt strong. Just awake when everyone else was still dreaming. The quarry became a fragile safe haven. Ivy found laughter again. Elena found purpose. But in a world where everyone turns after death, she'll soon learn... she's not like the rest. In a world built on death, what happens to the girl who won't rot?

She was the epitome of strength, fighting her way through a new world - one where the dead walked and society ceased to exist. He was a force to be reckoned with, tenacious and unyielding. The hands of fate brought them together, but can they fight alongside one another through the apocalyptic wasteland without losing themselves, or each other? (Daryl Dixon x Original Female Character) Slow burn. Mature content. 🔥🫢 Some main TWD plot points included, but I intend to diverge often to keep it exciting and fresh. I don't own the rights to any TWD characters or scenes. OFC is my own, as are some of the plot lines in this story. Top Rankings: #1 in #DarylDixonLove #2 in #NormanReedus #2 in TWDfanfiction #2 in #DarylDixonRomance #6 in #Daryl #12 in #DarylDixonSmut 😜

| Jax Teller x OC - COMPLETED | With a little secret in her baggage, or rather walking beside her, Jade returned to Charmingᅳ one last time to clear out her recently deceased father's house. With her best friend by her side, she felt safe until one afternoon she ran into none other than Gemma Teller and Tara Knowlesᅳ and everything changed from that moment on. Her secret was quickly revealed and brought her involuntarily back into a room with the man who had given up his responsibilities two years ago. But how will Jax Teller react when he finds out that Jade, the woman he still thought about every single day, was back? With a little secret at that.

| Jax Teller x OC - COMPLETED | Fast cars, drugs of any kind, a criminal life - all of this can give anyone the adrenaline rush they're craving; but not many can lead that kind of life and not break. Cleo Hernandez was the typical random girl from the neighborhood, always polite and a sweet smile on her face when she was working at her mother's diner. But once it got dark and the sun was down, she turned into a whole different girl. Illegal street races gave her the adrenaline rush she needed besides swallowing every kind of pills; plus, she earned a lot of money, which her and her mother desperately needed to pay all the bills for the diner and their little house since they didn't want to accept her brother's money. But the number one reason for getting any kind of adrenaline rush every night, was the wish to feel something, anything. Somehow, Cleo never inherited her mother's good moods and positive thinking. Her life was dark and depressing until no other than Jax Teller showed up at her mother's diner. I don't own any of the SOA characters or the original storyline. I do own the ideas for my OC's and storyline.

⤐ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. "I need you to listen to me. When we're out there together, if I say run, run. If I tell you to leave me, then damn it, you leave and you don't look back." "Daryl," she sighed softly, shaking her head. "No, I mean it," he argued, encircling her wrist and jostling her a bit, begging her to listen. "I can't lose you. Not like that, not ever." His words were like lava bubbling in his throat, everything he had fought so hard to conceal was quickly rising to the surface. Fuck it. Any fear of rejection was overpowered by his need to make her understand. It wouldn't change how he felt, or the fact that he'd take on a thousand walkers if it kept her safe for even one more millisecond. "I need you around, Ace." "Always." ------------------------------ *I do not own any characters, scenes, or scripts from The Walking Dead. Any resemblance to other people that my original characters have is completely coincidental.*