Y/N had never stayed in one place for long, Her life after the world fell apart had been a constant cycle of survival-keep moving, stay quiet, trust no one. But arriving in Alexandria was different. It was a chance to stop running, to rebuild some semblance of a life, even if the walls felt too pristine, too safe. She didn't expect to catch the attention of Daryl Dixon-the man who seemed just as wary of newcomers as she was of this place. He was rough around the edges, with sharp eyes that missed nothing and a quiet intensity that made people tread carefully around him. At first, their interactions were brief-gruff nods, silent observations. But there was something about Y/N, something in the way she carried herself, that made him pause. She wasn't like the others. She didn't try too hard to fit in, didn't sugarcoat the realities of the world outside these walls. Daryl saw the way she scanned the exits, how she positioned herself in a room to always have a quick way out. He understood it-hell, he lived it. Maybe that was why he found himself drawn to her, watching over her in ways she didn't even realize. And maybe, just maybe, Y/N wasn't as alone as she thought she was anymore

SILENT INTIMACY - to love absentmindedly, to hold hands without noticing, to lean on as a natural state, to share the silence. doing so much by saying so little, always reaching out, searching for one another. IN WHICH the end of the world seems to work out better than any normal suburban life for two particular people. the walking dead season 2 - ? daryl dixon x oc matureeeee

It's dirty, this thing between them. Bruised knuckles, whispered prayers that taste like sin, soft hands pressing where it hurts the most. Freya's always known how to survive men who want to own her. She's never known how to survive one who wants to keep her. And Daryl? He never thought he'd want anything bad enough to ruin himself for it. Until her. This is not a love story. It's a story about wanting the wrong person in all the right ways. About how sometimes, to be saved, you first have to be ruined. (alternate universe to my silent intimacy, daryl dixon fic so you should probs read that first but it's not like mandatory) daryl dixon x oc smut warning pre apocalypse

"Nothin' could 'ave prepared me for 'er." He said, his voice hoarse. "Was like I was wanderin'around in the dark..lost..and she was the light that lead me to the butterflies." Daryl Dixon fanfiction Daryl Dixon x F!OC Season 1- Season ? Started 11/6/2024 Finished ? Rogue has never felt like a girl that belonged. The outcast of her own family, experiencing heartache and abuse at a young age and to top it all off the world hits the dirt before she can really get to know who she really is. Now she's running with the most unlikely group of people that'll teach her loyalty, betrayal, love and family. Follow Rogue's story through the Walking Dead as she discovers that even in darkness there is light, you just have to follow the butterflies. This will be my adaptation of The Walking Dead, Timeline will be similar but some events will be changed to fit my story. This will not be word for word. I hope I can give the characters justice. I do not own The Walking Dead or the cast aside from my own character, Rogue Taegans. This fanfiction goes out to all the she, hes and theys that love themselves a sleeveless grumpy hunter. TRIGGER WARNINGS: SOME CONTENT MAY BE CONSIDERED DISTURBING OR TRIGGERING FOR SOME INDIVIDUALS 🔞 THERE WILL BE MENTIONS OF SA/RAPE, MURDER, GORE, SUICIDE, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT, VIOLENCE, FOUL LANGUAGE . IT IS ADVISED THAT IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 TO NOT PROCEED. IF ANY OF THESE TOPICS BOTHER YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

"That's Evelyn, but she prefers Eve." Dale spoke from behind us. "She doesn't say much. Maybe you'll get to hear her voice someday." Evelyn Rider's light step and silent disposition have served her well during these dangerous times, but the dead are not the only ones who won't hear her coming. - Trigger warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, panic attacks, psychotic behavior, and other disturbing themes. Please read at your discretion and take care of yourself. - Updates every Monday I would really appreciate it if you read on my website, it helps me a lot! http://www.miimaas.com/ You can also read this story on Fanfiction.net and Ao3 at my account/profile: Miimaas https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12270942/1/Sneaky https://archiveofourown.org/users/Miimaas/pseuds/Miimaas - #1 ranked in Amc 5-17-2018 #1 ranked in Daryl Dixon 5-22-2018 (and off & on to the present) #1 ranked in TheWalkingDead 6-18-2018 (and off & on to the present)

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.