Daughterofadixon Stories

"There was a time when I would think when I killed a walker. I would wonder if they had a wife and kids, a job, how they died. I would give even a little prayer, but now I just shoot them and walk away, not giving them a second thought. Sometimes, right after I kill one of those things and once again don't care if they suffered once, that they deserve atleast a thought, I wonder; which of us is more of a monster?" -/-/-/-/- Face it, we all have our misgivings. Our dark pasts. Our fears, and our weaknesses. Now, imagine all of those fears and mistakes combined, and became reality. That's life now. A constant caldron of fear and pain. There is no safety, no protection. There is no escape. Well, not one I plan to do, for now. Fear is weakness, and one must fight for their lives, and their lives only, if they want to stay alive. You can't make a single mistake or misstep if you want to live. Look out for number one if you want to survive. I didn't. I looked for my whole family, and now, they're gone. I made my mistake. I tried to protect others, only to lose them in the chaos of this new world. I promised myself I wouldn't make that mistake again. Yet here I am. I'm watching out for someone else. Here I am, falling for someone in a world that has no such emotion. Even so, I have made my choice. I will protect her. I will save a beautiful thing among horror and pain, sickness and disease. I will save Angel Girl. {Cover by me, art by Deviant Art user: Vivi Arts}

"I'm not weak. I can fight. I just choose not to." Delilah Nicole Dixon was only 7 when walkers made an appearance. With the exception of living in the woods, life for her would be the same. Being a Dixon came with great responsibility even if she's only 7. Her father being the druggie, alcoholic dipshit he is, she lives here life in fear. Not of walkers but of her very own father.