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My Star In The Night Sky [[Daryl Dixon X Reader]]

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Run. That was all that went through my mind, run. Beads of sweat fell down from my forehead, to my cheeks and off of my chin. I could hear their groans and moans behind me as I struggled to keep ahead of them. I didn't want to carry on, I had no reason to. I felt my legs begin to buckle underneath me as I eventually fell to my knees. I lay there on the forest floor, tears streaming down my face, sobbing violently. 'This is it', I thought to myself. 'This is the end'. I closed my eyes as I heard the dead mere feet away from me...

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Ok, so, beware, this story contains some triggering themes, 'colourful' language etc. If you can't handle it yet decide to read, just remember that I warned you. Also remember that this is my first story on here so yeah I'm a noob, I know. Aaaanndd that's it k bye enjoy xx

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Scars • Daryl Dixon by 0Myraa0

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

TWD: Just Another Boy to Discover (Carl x Reader) by xXMsTigeressXx

"Because I needed to put them out of their misery," you respond. His intense, bright, blue eyes. His sleek, long, brown hair. His smile that's hard to hate. You just can't get enough. When it started, you were independent, only Flare was there to accompany you. However, just like that, you join a group. Rick and his gang. It wasn't expected, but you can't leave. You couldn't leave. Carl is your bodyguard. He's been ordered to keep an eye on you. Ever. Since. Day. One. ... It all happened when you were raiding an abandoned, old shed. That's where you crossed paths with none other than Carl Grimes. His distinct features remain engraved into your brain and despite thinking that love makes one grow weak; you begin to develop feelings for him. Regardless of what others may think, you continue to pursue him. However, when the group encounters various challenges that test loyalty, trust and courage, you wonder if it's actually meant to be. ... "Carl," he stops and looks at you. "Get away from her." "Why?" Carl simply asks. "Come here," Rick tells him. Carl looks over at you, then Rick. He shakes his head no. "I didn't ask you, I'm telling you." Rick grits his teeth. Carl reluctantly obeys. You watch him as he leaves eyes never loosing contact with his. Rick shuts the door cautiously. As soon as you hear it shut, you stroll over to the door and press your ear against the thin wood. You could hear Rick's faint voice. "Carl. Keep watch over her," he whispers. "She's dangerous." "What do you mean? She's a kid. Just like me. What makes her any different?" Carl defends you. Your heart begins to thud. He's protecting you. Just like what any and every body guard should do. ... A touching fanfiction decorated with intricate detail, heart-racing action scenes and a painful yet deliciously sweet storyline. The only advice I give to you before reading is to prepare yourself both mentally and emotionally. For yours to read and cherish.

Hate That I Love You by FinalGirl96

THIS STORY IS COMPLETED [Daryl Dixon x Grimes!OC] Slow burn relastionship {DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD OR ITS CHARACTERS I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTER AND AND SOME OF THE DIALOG} Warnings: language, violence, abuse, sexual content, little bit of depression, anxiety Nikyla Grimes is Rick Grimes little sister. She's always been super smart skipping a few grades and graduating high school at 16. She went off to Medical College to become a doctor. When her sister-in-law calls her that her brother has been shot she comes back home right away to be with her family. A few months later the world ended and the dead started walking and eating people. The world collapsed and it was survival of the fittest. Her brothers best friend saves her, her nephew and her brothers wife. Thinking the city was going to be safe only to shocked when they bomb it and the dead take over. Now In a small group outside of the city at an old quarry trying to survive the best they can. She meets a lot of new people but one particular man catches her eye. He's rugged, muscular, tall, attractive, know how to survive. Only problem is he seems to hate her. He avoids her at all cost and when they do come in contact he's harsh with her. What they don't realise is they have more in common they they know. They fall for each other and hard but hate that they have those feels from the fear of rejection and loss.

The Desert In Her Eyes ((TWD)) Season(s) 1(2)-11 by Lilac_Aizawa

::𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:: Gore Adults Rape Murder Corruption The dead Cannibalism IBD (Intimidation By Death) Sex scenes Language Reader x TWD characters If you are not okay with this content then leave now!! Or not, you're choice. Everything in this novel will be accompanied by the actual scenes from the Netflix series TWD. For legal reasons, I will change half of their speech and exclude any scene that takes too long or doesn't include the main character. (Cut scenes, etc.) There will be time skips to keep the readers (and myself) interested. 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳?? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬: 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 ●○●○●○●○ And so it begins. I always imagined the end of the world being something out of the Bible or movies. I even imagined and mentally prepared myself for a Zombie apocalypse. Which, I guess is what this was... News reports live all over the world showing cases and recordings of hospital patients or people on the streets attacking one another. Eating their flesh then attacking other people, while the ones who got bit and died came back and started attacking the ones who ran- and didn't. Even those in the military didn't stand a chance. It would have been almost horrifying if it weren't for the fact that I was so unattached to everything. Now I'm alone...

The Lost Dixon // The Walking Dead by TamiaDemarest

The tall, skinny man and young boy with a sheriff's hat, stood in the prison yard staring right back at me; bloody and wounded, basket full of formula in hand, the obvious look of exhaustion washed over me. The dead slowly turns their head and stares at me, smelling the fresh blood on my hand. I backed myself away, pulling out my knife. I found myself jabbing the walker in the head. Two more follow after me and the rest turn to the attention. I huffed out a breath, trying to catch it. My body grows too weak to keep myself standing, my vision grows blurry. My knees buckle together and I fall to the ground. My eyelids grow too heavy to keep open and I finally pass out. Reece is a lonesome ranger. She travels by foot and all on her own, avoiding any living person. When Reece spots a woman running through the dark woods, covered in smoke, she makes a decision to help her out or leave her to the dead. Little did Reece know, she would reunite with two special people again. **THIS STORY WILL START AT THE END OF SEASON 2 AND PICK UP IN SEASON 3. ALL CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE, SAME WITH CHARACTERS AND ANY/ALL EVENTS. ANYTHING NOT BELONGING TO THE ORIGINAL CREATORS IS CREDITED TO ME** **WARNING SOME DRUG USE MENTIONED IN THIS STORY** Created: August 22, 2021 Published: April 6, 2022 Completed:

The Girl Who Ran From Her Past by OceanKuhn5

Something tragic happened and she ran. She ran until she couldn't breathe anymore, until her lungs were on fire and her legs gave out. A man took her in, treating her like a daughter. Until the wife got frustrated with her being around, always a reminder of not being able to give her husband a child of their own. So she ran again. A man convinced her to stop running. He was her best friend and his wife hated that. What will happen when the dead rise? Will she have to face the tragedy that had her running from the start?

Bandwagon of Death || Daryl Dixon x OFC by bddavidfanfic7

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Second Wind | TWD by dixonsrose

-ˏˋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ.ˊˎ- Elodie Price had never heard the soft breeze of the wind or the sound of birds singing in the trees. After losing her older brother and her mother, the world had become grey. Ten years old, and already the universe had stripped her of everything. She couldn't see any reason to keep moving, no one to protect her. The Walkers would find her soon enough. With her hearing loss, she wouldn't even hear them coming. She could barely hear the world screaming around her. Her mother had always been harsh - never quite satisfied with anything Elodie did - and her brother distant. The little bits of love that trickled through, the faint scraps of affection, always seemed to slip through her fingers like water. She didn't belong. Not to them, not to anyone. So when she had come to the conclusion that maybe it was her turn to go, she never expected anyone to care. She never expected anyone to save her. Certainly not someone like Daryl Dixon. 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰; ©𝙙𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 𝙛𝙚𝙗. 𝟭𝟮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: - updates set in season 5 (the earlier chapters truly suck in my opinion, so once you get to like chapter 10 or so it gets better :,P) DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Walking Dead, or its storyline. I only own my orignal characters.

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Brother's keeper || The walking dead (Rewrite) by onlyposersfuckingdie

"Dale.." The words died in Riven's throat as he turned to look at Dale. Dale was lying on the ground, and his eyes were wide, horrified. His stomach was ripped open, and he was panting and moaning in pain, gurgling. Riven fell to his knees beside him, shaking his head in denial. Not Dale, Dale can't die, not him. "Just.. just hold on," "Help! We need help over here!" Riven shouted as loud as he could, hoping the others could hear him. "Shit, fuck, what do i do?" Tears welled up in his eyes as he removed his jacket, his hands were shaking as he placed his jacket over Dale's stomach causing Dale to gurgle. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, old man.. help!" Dale's hand touched his arm, and Riven looked at him as tears slid down his face, blurring his vision, but Riven could see Dale reaching for his knife. "No, no, we can.. Hershel can help you." He was trying to convince himself that Dale wasn't dying, but there was no hope for Dale. He was in pain, and he was asking for mercy. Riven reached for his knife, his fingers curling around the leather, and he sniffled, nodding his head. "I'm sorry.." "I'm so sorry."

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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