Some things are too sinful to say out loud, too filthy to admit you want, so let's write them instead. A collection of one-shots exploring all things filthy, dark, and delicious. Read at your own risk.

No one knows her name, her age, or anything else about her. She was found on the side of the highway after the bombing of Atlanta, abandoned by her father. She won't talk much, and definitely won't reveal her name. She isn't comfortable around these people. Though the little girl has never met them personally, she knows the Dixons. They're speech and mannerisms are familiar to her. When she approaches the brother one day asking for a favor, Merle takes interest in the girl. But out of all people in the camp reaching out to her, why is this orphan seeking refuge with the rednecks? January, 2016 Ongoing as of 2022 Current updates are set in Season 3 I have this posted on Fanfiction.net, and AO3 under the same name. I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD OR IT'S CHARACTERS, just my main OC and her dad

Marina "Marnie" Dixon is Daryl and Merle Dixon's little sister, at just 7 years old. Marnie has a heart of gold, and loves helping people, but she can sometimes be feisty when upset. After a terrible incident involving their father, Marnie is placed in a coma. Just as the dead begin to walk. Daryl and Merle rush down to the hospital, which is more chaotic than the streets, only to find Marnie's hospital room trashed and empty. Merle convinces Daryl she's dead, and the 2 Dixon brother's set off for safety...without realising Marnie is very much alive. ©dollydixon 2017/2018

Jesse's hardheaded, hardened through violence, and has lived many lives. Through her misfortune, she ends up at the Sanctuary with the only goal being to repay her debt and leave, but the larger-than-life leader, Negan, is making that goal difficult. This is my take on a Negan fanfiction. TW - sexual assault and attempted assault. Lots of dark shit.

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

First I was the joker. Then I was the Joker and his Harley Quinn, King n' Queen of Gotham. The Clown Prince n' his lil monster, but when Harls decided that she likes her new role as one of the so called "good guys" better then a life of luxury and crime, Mr. J, is back to being on my own. Now I'm just... bored. And trust me when I say there's nothing more MURDEROUS then a bored clown! "So what am I to do you ask? How am I to turn my frown upside down? How do you top a King and a Queen, Mr. J? Not just any ol' girl will do." My fingers flutter through a pile of papers and folders only to stop at a transfer sheet that's obnoxiously poking out of the stack of files. It simply reads; Belle Reve. The same location of the former queen of hearts I was just thinking about. I slide the folder out and a long thin smile pulls at my lips. My hand smooths across the crimson letters of the most intriguing name printed in bold ink on the red grade, high level security clearance Arkham Asylum folder. My fingers tap each letter like the strike of a key on a typewriter. I can almost hear the mechanical clicking in my head. A wide grin stretches across my face as I type away at the last few letters. I'll tell ya how ta top a King n' Queen; Click... ping! My index finger stops on the last letter of the name as though I've run out of platen and my hand moves just past the left side of the folder to reset the imaginary release with a slam! I smirk at the panoramic image of the full name of the next card I intend to add to my hand, the last card I need to complete a full deck. I throw the file open to the head page. My finger toys with the paper clip at the top. The one securing the picture of the most valuable card in the deck, the one I'd hidden up my sleeve so long ago that I'd nearly forgotten all about it just so I could play the game with a straight face. You top a King n' Queen... with an Ace of course! Her name is Acelynne Mayhem, and she... is my wild card!

A Barmaid before the world fucked up, now a fighter for survival. Clare Aven, was never anything special, the only thing she was good at was making drinks and seducing men. The one best thing her Military father taught her was how to use a gun. It didn't mean she was good at it though. Her mother taught her how to use self defence as she was a instructor. Clare didn't realise how much she actually needed these skills. Until now that is. Editing Complete. All rights belong to the creators of The Walking Dead, any characters such as the main characters will be my own. If similar to someone else's then it's all by coincidence.

"Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire, but if you do it every time, there'll be nothing left to burn." After months being held prisoner, Aven runs out the door, straight into the apocalypse. For almost two years, she faces the world mostly on her own, reveling in the independence her intuition and survival skills allow her. But her luck seems to be running out, as she lies deleriously ill on the forest floor, being surrounded by a gang ready to claim her as their own. But before they can take her independence, someone else does. Will she crumble in his hands or crack the earth beneath his feet? [Negan fanfiction] I do not own TWD or any of its characters, lore, plot, etc. [IN EDITING] The prologue is mostly explained throughout story, Negan comes in Chapter 1. Content warnings when necessary (chapters with smut marked *). The title is 100% not supposed to reference Lady Gaga but the song ended up on the playlist anyway.

Florence is just another survivor from the Hilltop Colony, just on another average run to give the Saviors their half of the share. But, when something goes wrong, she finds herself becoming a certain leader's little pet. //Story may follow parts of the show and parts of the comic series\\ TW: pregnancy trope, cursing, violence

On a desperate trip to gather supplies Rae falls into the hands of Negan, the foul mouthed leader of the Saviour's. Attractive, charismatic, brutal. The exact kind of man she shouldn't be bringing home to meet Grandma.