Darylfanfiction Stories

A The walking dead, Daryl Dixon fanfiction. Celia was a normal woman. She was out there with her family. Surviving. In a world where death is around every corner. She swore to herself that she would keep her family save no matter what. A group offered their help and due to the circumstances Celia had to accept it. She didn't trust the entire group and was only close with Daryl during her stay. Eventually she and her family kept going on their own. Celia lost everything to that decision, including herself. What else does fate have in store for her? I plan on following the original story line with this story and only put some extra scenes in there. I do not own the plot, any characters or scenes of the story. I do own my characters and their stories.

Rule #1- trust no one Rule #2- never be without a weapon Rule #3- only go out during the day Rule #4- keep your heart locked up tight Rule #5- stay alive Vienna only lives by five rules. But with a group at her doorstep begging for safety, her rules are violated. Her past, and her secret, must stay hidden. Yet, a deer stealing, crossbow wielding redneck seems hellbent on bringing those secrets out into the open. Rule #1- shoot em in the head Rule #2- there are never enough arrows Rule #3- trust no one outside of the group Rule #4- let no in Rule #5- stay alive Daryl only lives by five rules. But when the groups safety is in jeopardy, and they stumble upon a prison inhabited by a woman with stunning blue eyes, his rules are thrown out the window. He knows he should stay away from the woman and her secrets, but the scars on her back mirror his own, and he becomes curious. Who needs rules anyway. Rules are meant to be broken I do not own any of The Walking Dead characters. I do, however, own my character Vienna and whoever I come up with along the way :) I suck at writing descriptions. Please give it a chance!

We have all seen Chat Noir turn into Chat Blanc but could it get worse for him? How else could Hawkmoth possibly break the sweet boy we all know and love.

A 16 year old girl with a usual but not usual life meets an 18 year old boy who lets her forget all her problems. Makes her see the world in color. (First wattpad ever so excuse me if its not creative)

Shhhh! Dont speak For you will never again A mysterious mare has been showing up at ponies houses and giving them a most terrifying night ever they would wish it were a nightmare.

16 year old Madison Everett is done with everything in life. She can't stand her family, school, or even herself. She decides to end it all one day. All of the pain, tears and sadness. But, something stops. No, someone. Read on through this sad, but thrilling story to find out!

Daryl Dixon Imagines lmao. I do take requests

Dying was a nice feeling that seemed to calm my frantic moves. I was so close now. I opened my mouth, feeling it being filled with sea water, but then, I felt a strong arm grasp my waist.

Here's a Warrior Cats fanfiction about an OC I created named Sparrowpelt. I am aware the plot makes zero sense. Please try explaining it to me later.

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.

This is a fanfiction. Me and my friends wrote this together .if you enjoy dark fiction then it is best for you to read my first work . I know you are all an innocent army so if you are going to read this sprinkle some hobi water and keep your faith in namjesus .Do read the prologue also .Hope you like it ....😇😇

Will he able to make her his???? Will his heart melt??

"Love, trust me. I'll save you for last."

Fear isn't really an emotion. Its a verb; to fear something- think of it as saying you like something. To 'like' is a choice. So why isn't fear a choice? Guns used to frighten me. Darkness used to frighten me. Being alone used to frighten me. The woods used to petrify me- but now it's what I have come to call home. I didn't choose to like it (To be honest those things don't appeal to me) but I had to, and not just for my sake. Adapting is vital in this world, it's a skill I've had to learn. Touché to the people where adapting is a gift.

Join Charlotte and the rest of the Walking Dead gang as they fight their way through the dead-infested world. Who will survive? What love interests will arise? Can Charlotte handle caring for anyone but herself in this dangerous world?