❝When it was quiet, I didn't have to worry about a monster trying to make me its lunch. I did, however, have to worry about my wandering thoughts, and I'd have a different monster on my hands if I let them wander too far.❞ ↣ A virus has erupted, turning loved ones into mindless, ravenous, killers. Where the rest of the world sees madness, Kathryn Johnson sees opportunity. She runs from her immutable hell, disappearing into the trees of Northern Georgia. Little does Kathryn know, she hasn't escaped hell, rather swapped one for another. In a moment of unhampered curiosity, she stumbles upon a group that won't take no for an answer. Through these people, Kathryn finds herself examining the walls she's kept herself locked behind. After a lifetime of unknown, a question waits for her on the other side: Can the broken be fixed? ↣ { Featured in the @WalkingDeadRoadtoSurvival "Top Walking Dead Fanfiction" reading list } { ➊ The Walking Dead } { ➌ The Walking Dead Fanfiction } { ❺ Daryl Dixon }

Merle Dixon never needed anyone. Neither did Harlow Dalton. But when the world goes to shit, all bets are off. (Merle Dixon/OC) #wattys2015 #feels

Surviving, that was all you were doing, yeah you had a house and a community, but there was no excitement. Wasn't that what living was all about? or you may as well have been another one of the walking dead. That was until The Saviours and Simon arrived. You still couldn't decide what was in his eyes when he looked at you, all you knew was...you liked it.

❛ 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

** DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was fourteen. Please keep that in mind when you read the overly dramatic passages, uncreative insults, and generally self-centered behavior. Grammar is 95% correct and story is very fun, but this was written by a 14 year old. You have been warned.** ---- "I'm a glass half-full kinda guy." When you find yourself in the middle of the apocalypse in Atlanta, you almost give up on living when four survivors find you in the building you are staying in. And suddenly, you're not giving up on living just yet. - This story is a reader insert, and there are several terms that you, as the reader, may need to know if you have not read one of these types of stories before. The terms are as following: Y/N: your name Y/L/N: your last name Y/F/N: your full name H/C: hair color E/C: eye color H/L: hair length (Follows the events of AMC's The Walking Dead. No characters are mine, they belong to Robert Kirkman and AMC.) creds to: @Shayennfelicity_ for the cover

Nobody ever thought this would happen. The dead have risen and are roaming the earth - desperate for their next meal.It's a gruesome world, and young doctor, Emma James is simply surviving like the rest of them. She's been alone for so long, until she wasn't. She finds a man bleeding out in a ravine, and she is left with no choice but to save him. Daryl Dixon is the first person Emma comes across that wasn't trying to eat her, and she wasn't about to let him slip through her fingers. The pair are thrown together in unfortunate circumstances, finding death and despair around every corner. Daryl Dixon had always been a loner, and he had no idea how much his life would change just by meeting her.

"Why are you doing this?" I grab his arm before he storms out the house, but he just shakes me off and keeps walking. "Daryl!" I scream before he can step off the tiny porch. He turns abruptly and storms back over to me. "What?! What do ye want from me?!" He screams, the veins in his neck pop out as he breathes hard. "I know you don't like me, but you can't always run away!" I point a finger at his chest and jab him as I say every word. "Like ye? Ye just don't understand!" He turns to walk away again but stops himself and turns back with a pained expression. "Mel, I love ye!" he screams. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Melinda Greene is 32 with straight blonde hair and big blue eyes. On her way out of Atlanta to find her family she runs across Rick. He insist that she come with him but all she wants to do is find her family and fiancé. Can Rick and the group help her find what she wants? Or is it all gonna go down hill and her end up with the one guy she despises? Daryl Dixon Mature content. All rights reserved. I do not own any of The Walking Dead characters or the story line. Poorly written in the beginning, but it gets better as you go.