Peletier Stories

"it might not be long, but, baby, i i'll love you till the day that i die" Sophia Peletier believed that life was what created people. Humans were molded by experience and environment. They adapt and evolve. She never got the chance to be molded by a world of dead. If she had, would it be for the better? Or would she be another broken soul added to the list of living ghosts? Stability is the dream , not the reality. Is it so unexpected when Carl Grimes and Sophia Peletier, two kids who knew each other since the end of society, reach for the stability of each other?

Well hello, this is my very first fanfiction or story that I made in English. The original version of this fanfiction of Daryl and Carol is in Spanish, and it's mine. I decideD to translate the fanfic because I really want to share it with every Caryl shippers out there. I really hope you enjoy it! P.S: Okay, I know english, I can read it and write it, but this is the first time I write so much in english, if I have made a mistake, I'm sorry, please don't attack me, I do my best, you can leave a comment and I'll fix the error. Please be nice with me :) xx

Carol wakes up in the middle of the night and realized how lucky she is. One-Shot. Caryl. Sophia lives.

(n.) one who loves the stars. (cursing) (twd fan fiction) (season three - four) (Book two / ? ) (ocxoc)

we were born to die.. TARA CHAMBLER.

Sophia Peletier, is a 12 year old girl, she was friends with Carl grimes a young boy her age. Her mother Carol Peletier and her father Ed Peletier. She was with the group for a while, until she got split up from them. She was being chased by a few walkers, she didn't know how to use a weapon, she was afraid and alone for a while, everyone probably thought she was dead, but that was until she found a prison, the group happen to see her and they brought her inside, her mother was there. After being gone for a few months they where surprised to see her back. They thought she was still a weak little girl, but little did they know she can defend herself, she knows how to use a weapon now. Her Appearances have also changed, her hair was longer, she was a little bit taller, and her face was different. She grew close to Carl, he seemed like he had a crush on her a little." "Will she survive this world?" "Read this story to find out!"

Annmarrie is a normal 18 year old teen who ran away after her abusive father became her father she hates him but one day when she was in the woods her favorite place she got nagged by an arrow .

Las gente paseaba por las ciudad, difrutando de su vida, los autos se paseaba por las calles, los niños jugaban , e iban a sus escuelas aprender. los adultos iban a trabajar, las familias difrutaban sus momentos familiares todo era pperdecrto y normal en el mundo... hasta que lols zombies aparecieron... y el mundo entero se vino a bajo cuando los zombies invadieron el mundo, causando el miedo. el panico y las muertes de las personas... La sociedad se derrumbo , nadie se podia confiar entre las persona sobrevevientes , solamente existencia la supervivencia del mas fuerte. En un casa de un pequeño barrio, adentro de la pequela casa que estaba bloqueos inutiles de maderas y muebles que estaba destruzados .En una habitacion qla puerta estaba bloqueada , en el suelo un chico abrazaba a su hermana menor . El chicomiraba la puerta atentamente, eacuchando los ruidos de esas cosas afuera de la habitacion. Hasta que escucharon la puerta abrirse, los dos se sobresaltaron, y se abrazaron fuerte. Escucharon unos pasos acercando,los sonidos de esos muertos vivientes desaparecieron. Y la puerta se abrio dejando ver a un hombre con una ballesta apuntando en alto. Daryl los mira soprendido y serio y baja su ballesta a ver a los dos hermanos abrazandose en el suelo mirandolos soprendido y asustado. El los mira , y escucho la voz de su hermano llamandolo. -La zona esta despejada pueden salir cuando quiera- dijo Daryl, ante de irse, los dos miran al hombre alejarse, ambos hermanos se miran, ante se levantarse y tomandose de las manos van detras del hombre. Y asi fue que los dos hermanos siguieron a el hombre que les ayudo y se mantuviron cerca de el, en un mundo lleno de zombies.

This is my first book so it might not have turned out to be the way you expected and commenting is allowed!!

My muscles trembled as the tears burst forth from my swollen eyes. My vision was blurred with my tears as I watched the people I loved, watch 'me' walk out from the barn. Zaroff held his hand around my mouth, making my crys inaudible. The bruise above my right cheek bone stung as his fingers squeezed against it, making me sob louder and harder, mostly in pain. Emotionally and Physically. My family and friends-they all had thought i had been dead. Zaroff had now made them believe that, so now I'll never see them again. And if I do, they won't believe me when I tell them it was never me who came out of the barn that day..

i'm @carl.gwimes on IG. (maggie) ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• in which a girl meets a boy, and they share an unforgettable bond. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 'Don't forget, instead, remember. Remember all the memories we made together in this world. You made this horror story a love story for me.'

When in Woodbury to go get Maggie and Glenn, Daryl sees his daughter, Nora, who he didn't know about until a year before the apocalypse. Now that fourteen-year-old Nora's protective mother, Jen, isn't here anymore, Daryl figures that he will now have his chance to protect her. As Nora adjusts to her new environment, the people around her, and Carol who seems to take an interest into her father who hadn't ever been there, she struggles with being happy and wants to be with someone her father doesn't necessarily approve of her being with--Carl Grimes. (I do not own the idea of the Walking Dead.)

it my take on the show the walking dead

orenda. a force present in all people that empowers them to affect the world, or effect change in their own lives. people are changing the world, but not in the way gandhi, and king envisioned. we're all infected. we're all fighting and escaping the same thing. death, and the dead. we're all doing indescribable things to keep ourselves alive, to keep the ones we love alive. there's a force present in all of us, a force that determines if we're capable of staying alive. a force that pushes us to our limits, then pushes a little more. a force that makes us ask ourselves if any of this is even worth it.

((Re written)) The loss of Family and friends made her cold. Can this impossibly Fearless girl be fixed?

Carol arrives back at the house in Alexandria and must try to convince Daryl that he does belong there. That he belongs with the group. One-Shot.

Daryl/OC Based on the hit TV show and comic series, "The Walking Dead" She can hold her own when a herd engulfs her. She can make a gun silencer from scratch. She can see your whole life story by a two minute conversation. She can make any object a weapon. She can fight off a walker like she can fight off a man twice her size. But what she can't do is get that damn crossbow archer to listen to her, not just hear her syllables. I do not own Daryl Dixon, The Walking Dead, or any of the characters in the show. I only own Eloise Dawson, and the events that I have added that involve her that aren't in the show (that I've made up.)