Dixonbrothers storie

"We'll be ok, princess." - Merle Dixon How would you feel if zombies take over your life, take the ones you love, your most precious belongings, everything that matters the most to you? Yeah. The feelings not great. Here I am with the last people I thought I would be with during a 'zombie apocalypse', Merle and Daryl Dixion. Why them? I don't know. I'm still asking myself the same question. But that doesn't matter, what matters is we make it through this mess, right? Right. Me and the Dixion brothers against the world. We'll make it, I know it. Cover by : whenthestarsdie

The Walking Dead//Male OC male oc x beth greene "In the ocean, I'm drowning Watch the world from the sidelines Had nothing to prove Till you came into my life Gave me something to lose."

"Is that a damn dog?" Merle asked Daryl, who had paused to light a smoke stopped, just before the lighter touched the cigarette. Looking towards the house he sees the familiar white and black speckled fur, stained with red. "Son of bitch." He hisses, the lighter and cigarette hitting the ground as he raced to the house. Merle was confused but was fast on his brother's heels, they bust into the house and found it was quiet besides the sound of dishes clattering in the sink and water swishing. They share a look before entering the kitchen, there they spot their sister. Aspen stood at the sink with her back to them, washing dishes as their father sat at the table eating and drinking. Merle stayed in the doorway of the kitchen, watching his younger siblings as Daryl approached their sister like she was a spooked fawn. Daryl kept his voice gentle as he spoke "The hell happened?" She didn't face him, didn't make a sound, but he noticed how she scrubbed harder at the pan, chipping some of the coating. "I shot that damn dog." Daryl faced his father, anger settling in his gaze "What?" Updates every Saturday or Sunday. I don't own The Walking Dead I don't own any characters besides my own I don't own any plots/situations besides my own I don't own any music or images

(A TWD Fanfic) Daryl Dixons Daughter~ Rewrite* Donatella Dixon is the young, wild at heart daughter of Daryl Dixon. She's been raised for the majority of her life by her father, with the help of her uncles; Merle and Grant Dixon. You can imagine what it's like being raised by strictly men, and surrounded by testosterone. This being said, Dona grew up tough, thicker skinned than many other kids her age. And with a sharper tongue at that. She enjoyed going out hunting with her father, and running barefoot through the trees, challenging herself to reach the highest branch. Daryl always tried his best to ensure she had the most normal childhood he could offer, and if that meant allowing her to hunt with him while wearing skirts, then so be it. But he knew he couldn't fill the missing space of her mother, whose absence left both him and his little girl with an empty void that could not be replaced. Despite that, they were partners in crime, the whole Dixon family. They were blood. And when the end of the word came around, that mattered now more than ever. Because even though the world has stopped, life goes still goes on. And demons of the past find a way to haunt you at your lowest moments of life. Donatella, 11 years old, did the best she could to stay tough while navigating this new world. Channeling her inner Ninja Turtle... After all, she was named after one. ~ #Daryldixonsdaughter #Dixon #TWDFanfic #TheWalkingDead

Everything was a blur around her, people were running away, screaming, bumping into each other. Izzie was also running, trying to reach her car in the amongst of people and abandoned vehicles. She looked up in the crowd, her pale blue eyes looking frantically in every direction as she desperately tried to control her breathing. Suddenly, panic took over her and she couldn't breath anymore. Izzie tripped but caught herself into a nearby car before falling on the hard tarmac. Her eyes filled with tears as she took the time to scanned the chaotic highway. She already wanted to give up, the screams of fear and despair around her being unbearable for her weak heart. She bit down in her lips and covered her ears with the palm of her hands and slid down against the car, bringing her knees to her chest. This was too much, she couldn't do it alone. She thought that it was the end as more and more people screamed around her but when she looked up, her eyes locked with a familiar figure. A tall man with short brown hair and extremely blue eyes stood before her, a crossbow was attached to arm and held high in the air. The man shouted at someone behind him then looked back at Izzie. He walked in her direction and knelt in front of her. The archer was talking rather rapidly but all Izzie could think about was his face. She knew this face. She knew these eyes. She knew him. The man of her dream. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I own nothing about the characters or about the events that will look alike of the scenario of The Walking Dead. I only own my OC. All the rights and credits go to amc.

A Daryl Dixon love story, with a little bit of a Mac (From Red Canyon) Crossover. I mean why not put Mac in the zombie apocalypse?... The Apocalypse has started, and Alex finds herself lost in the woods. She has no food, and has no idea how to survive for long by herself. She thinks she might be the only survivor, but soon finds out she is wrong, when she bumps into an angry man, who shoots her with his crossbow. She joins up with two brothers Daryl and Merle as the three of them try to survive this new world. *** This story does not follow the walking dead timeline/episodes.

Daryl Dixon met his first love before the apocalypse. It wasn't till he lost all hope that he found out she may still be alive. Could she still be the sweet, innocent girl he remembers? This book has three parts Daryl telling Beth about Jane, Jane's time during the apocalypse, them finding each other.

"Not a broken family but still a broken home." Brandy was the black sheep, even before the dead started walking. After leaving the life he built for himself, he had only one goal in mind; keeping his daughter safe. A Walking Dead Fan-fiction. I do not own anything but my characters and their storyline. The Walking Dead storyline does not belong to me or the images used. Do not copy please.

twenty two years old Justice Anita grey had lost everything except herself and her horse, unable to cope with living in this new world she isolates herself, she can't be disappointed if she can't feel, this story has two endings and I will let the majority pick what happens, this book is finished

Selene Rose Merle Dixon Daryl Dixon can these three best friends survive the zombie apocalypse ? will they die trying? can 2 of them find love? or well past mistakes keep them apart? find out in dark Dixon Rose

Daryl Dixon x OC Everyone has scars. Some are physical, others are invisible and sometimes you have both. If Jo had known the apocalypse would actually happen, she would've prepared better. But she's determined to survive, not for herself but her family. No matter what the cost. (Slow Burn Daryl, he's like a feral cat and my oc is bad at relationships too.)

"yep. she's a dixon. no doubt about it." BOOK 1 season 1 of the walking dead {completed} {carl grimes fanfiction} {daryl dixon fanfiction} {daryl dixon's daughter} {the walking dead fanfiction} {all rights to to AMC. i just own reagan}

pragmatic /praɡˈmatɪk/ adjective dealing with things sensibly and realistically in a way that is based on practical rather than theoretical considerations "a pragmatic approach to dixon" When pragmatic Daryl Dixon meets The Fool, who is anything but sensible and well thought, he begins to realise that there may be a life out here for him after all.

I do not own any characters unless it says (oc) by their name the first time you learn it. This is a Sam Winchester X Beth Greene fanfic, so it's a twd/spn crossover.

Ruda, seria, ágil y mala por fuera. Divertida, sarcástica, amable, fiel por dentro. Las características de la mujer que enamoró a los hermanos Dixon. ¿A cuál hermano elegirá? ¿Daryl o Merle?

"You were my final ember after all the flames went out." ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴜᴘ ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ.💫 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝑰𝒗𝒚 𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆. 𝑨𝒎𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 𝑫𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒏, 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆. {Daryl Dixon fanfic} {Slow burn} {Seasons 1-3 {Contains original plot}

This is just something random I made and I don't feel like explaining it because that's just embarrassing.

It's just been Macy and her big brother, Derek, ever since all this shit started. That is, until they find the Dixon brothers. That's right, Daryl and Merle. After much fighting and arguing, the four of them decide to join forces. What happens when Daryl finds himself falling for Macy? Will Macy feel the same way? Read to find out!