A Damn Romance Novel (TWD Fanfiction)

A Damn Romance Novel (TWD Fanfiction)

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The Walking Dead
Growing up Olivia Grimes has always been good at reading people. Her parents; Rick and Lori Grimes have always called her the human lie detector. Since she was 13 her father and his best friend; Shane Walsh; have taken her to the shooting range with them when they would get Re-certified for their job at, King's County's Sheriff Department. Rick always thought it was important for his children to know how to use a gun. When his youngest son; Carl Grimes; is old enough he plans to do the same with him. However as Olivia Grimes got older she grew to dislike using guns, casing her to go to the shooting range less with her dad and going to the Dance Studio with her friends more. Before the world went to shit, Olivia Grimes' only worry was getting into Dance school and out of the house of her constantly fighting parents; Lori and Rick Grimes. It wasn't till after her father was shot; on duty at Kings County's Sheriffs Department. A time when she thought nothing worse could happen. That was till the Dead started walking, and every moment became a fight for survival. In the midst of fighting for her life and discovering who she is as a woman in this new world of the Walking Dead; she also finds love in the most unlikely person. A hot-headed redneck named Daryl Dixon; while, he teaches Olivia how to survive she teaches him how to live. However, what both of them learn is that nothing is certain when the Dead are walking the earth.
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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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