Daryl Dixon - Not Safe
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  • LETTURE 4,256
  • Voti 140
  • Parti 11
  • Tempo 58m
In corso, pubblicata il ago 07, 2017
Per adulti
"How'd you learn to shoot?" I asked curiously
"Gotta eat. That's one thing these walkers and us have in common. I guess it's the closest he's been to food since he turned. Look at him, hanging up there like a big pinata. The other geeks came and ate all the flesh off his legs." He smirked, nodding his head reassuringly.
"I thought we were changing the subject." I said, feeling slightly nauseous, waiting for this morning's rabbit to be coughed up.
"Call that payback for laughing about my itchy ass." He said, shooting the walker straight in the head, and chuckling while turning towards me. 


During an apocalypse, a young girl finds herself in trouble, surrounded by flesh-eating monsters, appeared to be human, but the only difference was, they were dead. As she runs from her problems both mentally and physically, she receives help from a group of people; women, children, and protective men.  She comes face to face with a battle between the dead and the living and her love for a sealed but strong man by the name of Daryl Dixon.
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Daryl always put on a mask, an impenetrable facade that made him appear indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything or anyone except for himself. He pushed people away, deliberately keeping them at arm's length, but I knew better. I had seen glimpses of something more beneath that hardened exterior-something real, something human. It wasn't obvious, and it wasn't easy to see, but it was there. I didn't know the full extent of his story, of the pain and the ghosts he carried with him, but I could tell that behind his rough edges, there was a man who cared. The more I watched him, the more I saw that contradiction in him-this mix of isolation and vulnerability. I didn't know him the way I wanted to, but at the same time, there was a strange, inexplicable feeling that I did. It was as if there was something familiar in him, something I recognized, even though we'd never truly shared our pasts. His eyes, especially, told a story all their own-a silent narrative of hurt, survival, and loss. There was a depth there, something raw and honest, as though his life before all of this had shaped him into someone who had learned not to trust, not to hope. I found myself wondering what kind of life he had before the world fell apart-what his family had been like, what his childhood had been shaped by. I could imagine the kind of father he had-a man whose influence left deep scars, someone who might have made Daryl believe that showing emotion or affection was a weakness. It wasn't hard to guess that the lessons Daryl had learned were ones forged in silence and pain, things that had made him pull away from others and close off the softer parts of himself. Daryl Dixon x Fem!OC
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