Please hold my hand || Daryl Dixon
In which Nina gets to stop running for a while, receiving the love that doesn't confuse her, a family thicker than thieves, and the understanding of how to survive the apocalypse.
Or,
A pregnant woman stumbles across a farm in the apocalypse. She gives birth to a healthy baby girl and the people there grow to love her and the baby. One person in particular grows to lover her, in a different way.
Hand in hand they figure out how to steer through it all. Bumps in the road rattle the relationship, but they get over it every time, don't they?
She lowers her voice, her breathing shallow and painful. "Please, Daryl. Please hold my hand."
DISCLAIMER‼️ I do not own The Walking Dead, nor do I own any of the characters in TWD. I simply own the edits in the plot I make, my characters, and the plots I add.
