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fallen angel n; an angel who has been cast out of Heaven for rebellion and deemed to wonder alone.
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❝𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧.
𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞.❞
Daryl Dixon had a terrible upbringing. From his alcoholic and abusive father to his always absent older brother due to military. He was always the outcast, a lone wolf if you will. But when he meets Kendra Kelly, the millionaires that live upon a hill on a mansion, he begins to see the beauty in someone and slowly falls madly in love with her. To her heavily made up face, to her sweet laugh, Kendra Kelly is easy on the eyes. So when Daryl asks her to move in, her mother, a woman who loves and takes pride in her image (especially money), is furious, hating Daryl because he has no money for their daughter.
Yet when the zombie apocalypse hits, after they have long broken up due to this, the first person he thinks of is his first ever love, Kendra. They eventually find each other, Kendra being in a group with her new boyfriend, Markus Hay. They have no choice but to put old feelings aside, survival the main focus.
Follow along with these two poignant characters (Daryl Dixon and Kendra Kelly) that are, undoubtably, the antithesis of one another. The saying goes, "opposites attract." But how long will this actually remain true?
Especially when the only world they've known has gone to shit...
Buckle up for some extreme mayhem.
*Warning* This story includes strong language, sexual scenes, violence and triggering topics. Read at your own risk please.
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I do not own any of The Walking Dead characters, scenes, dialogue, or plot lines when they show up throughout the story, only my own.
[ CROSSOVER WITH TWD GAME ]
*This book is written in third person narrative*
First place in the litwits awards 2018-2019
Started: 7/6/18
Completed: 17/5/19
Death is a cruel, unbiased monster that only understands what it is to take.
Addiction is strange. It is being hung on something that you know will only end up hurting you in the end. You keep coming back because despite knowing it will be your demise; you can't stop. It's the high of feeling with your drug of choice. There's no such thing as moderation with an addict. It's all or nothing.
Love is mischievous. It pounces on you when you least expect it, grips your heart and messes with your head when you don't want it to. Even when you're terrified of receiving another broken heart, love doesn't give you a choice in the matter. No matter how hard you fight it.
A woman, with fire in her past and a tongue as sharp as a razor blade, and a man, misjudged by his upbringing with a seemingly stone heart, fall victim to the big three. Together, they navigate a world of hatred and violence and learn that love exists in this cruel world in each other.
He's never been taught what it is to love. She's terrified of ever loving again because it only hurts her in the end. They were both survivors long before the world fell apart. Little do they know, they will toss caution to the wind and give into their desires because that's what they always do. Like smoking a cigarette.
*This is a DarylDixonxOC Fanfiction. I do not own The Walking Dead or any of it's characters*