Daryldixonfanfic Stories

Brielle's determined to make it home to her family where she knows they can be safe and survive; however, in apocalyptic times the challenges increase day by day. It wasn't just the walking dead she had to fear, but other dangers that lurked around every corner. When Brielle thinks she has a grasp on survival, she encounters a man who changes the game completely. Daryl lost his group several days ago and ended up roaming Georgia with a group of men who he would rather not be with, but during the end of the world, survival is key. He was about to lose what little hope he had left when a woman crossed his path and changed his way of thinking and feeling. --- Daryl nodded and pulled away from Brielle. He couldn't look her in the eyes. "Thanks for rescuing me again," she said and grabbed his face so he would look at her in the eyes. "Thanks for rescuing me," he whispered. Brielle cried and put her lips on Daryl's tasting his and her tears mix in their kiss. Brielle pulled away again knowing Daryl wouldn't do it.

He's all grit and growl. She's fire in a broken bottle. They were never meant to get close-but the end of the world doesn't care. Elizabeth Thornwell doesn't take orders. Not from survivors. Not from men. And definitely not from some grimy redneck with a crossbow and a chip on his shoulder. But Daryl Dixon isn't just anyone. He's rough, quiet, dangerous-and somehow, the only one who sees through her armor. They argue. They fight. They protect each other when no one else will. And somewhere between the blood, the silence, and the way he looks at her like she might be worth saving, something starts to burn. Enemies-to-something-more. Slow burn. Sharp edges. And a connection that rises from the wreckage. In a world already burned down, they might still find something worth holding onto, Among the Ashes. Slow-burn romance 🏹 Found family 🧡 Canon-compliant with a twist 🧟♀️ *I do not own any part of The Walking Dead franchise, including its characters, settings, or plotlines. All rights belong to AMC, Robert Kirkman, and the respective creators. This is a fan-made work for entertainment purposes only, with no intention of profit. My original character, Liz, and her storyline are my own creation.*

Anna was a small town girl from Atlanta when she became the guardian of her two younger siblings. She was determined to keep them from the same abuse that she endured from her family, so she moved into a small beaten up house just outside the city in 2009. The new neighbors next door - the Dixon brothers - were definitely trouble. She wanted to escape her past, not repeat her parents history with these redneck brothers. Matters only escalate when the news is talking about the possibility of some virus getting out and infecting people... Are Merle and Daryl just as bad as her past? How is she going to keep her brother and sister safe from this virus getting out? What did Anna get herself into? Warning: This story contains offensive language and themes, descriptions of physical abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual themes, violence, gore & death. Not suitable for children under 18

As the Title Suggests

"Nothing will matter when I'm dead" "That's why you stay alive" The Walking Dead.

Chayse had always been with the group. But what happens when she falls down some stairs, hits her head, and forgets everything? Will she ever remember the man she once loved? Will she ever be able to be the same? Or will her fall change her forever? *I do not own any characters except for Chayse* *This is a story based along the story line of The Walking Dead* *Each chapter is a new episode* (YES I KNOW CHASE IS SPELT 'CHAYSE' ITS A PUN SORT OF THING SHUT UP).

Jocelyn is just trying to make it in this new cruel world. She experiences losses, close calls, and a new love life. (Daryl Dixon love story)

Angela, a 19 year old girl, has all she needs to survive this apocalyptic world. Weapons, skills, sarcasm and her own company. That is, until she finds herself in Rick's group. That's when she realizes that all she has isn't enough. But can someone who spent so much time alone fit in a group? Does she stay for the one who saved her? -Ana G <3

Just some random Daryl's Imagines. Motto: " Immagination ain't nobody's bitch." So, let's throw away the rules for a moment, and float. Hope you'll enjoy it! English isn't my first language so I'm sorry of there are some errors.

Story about Y/n and Daryl Dixon from the walking dead