Just to start out with:
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SMUT, THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YOU! THIS STORY CONTAINS OF A LOT OF SMUT!!! If you do not like reading stories where there is a lot of stuttering involved, then this story is not for you. The main character of this story has a stutter. And no, I am not trying to make fun of people who stutters, as I begin to stutter when I have panic attacks. This story contains mentions of rape, an older man in his early 30s with a younger woman in her late teens, illness, and a very dark past, so if you are uncomfortable with the mentioning of any of that or anything similar, then please move along. Yes, this is a fanfiction, and yes, I am making this in all fun, but I decided to add a small twist to all the stories that I see. Now, if you have any ideas on how I can make my story better, I would greatly appreciate it, but please keep your negative comments to yourself as nobody wants to read them. Now that that's out of the way, you can continue onto the description and onto the story.
In the apocalypse, there's not much to live for. Trying your best to stay alive, hoping that maybe one day there would be a cure and the world would be saved, but everyone knows that's not an option anymore. All there is is to fight, try not to get eaten, and try to live another day. Hope had no hope, until she runs into a group on a highway while trying to get away from her last group. She thought there was nothing to live for in this world, until she met him.
Welcome to season 2!
This is a fanfiction of the Walking Dead show
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SNEAK PEEK!
"I don't need no nurse to look after me," he snapped at me, angry, and I frowned at him. He turned away from me after looking down
"Quit being a baby...it will only take a second Daryl," I told him, moving to stand where I knew he could see me. "What happened?....why are you avoiding me?'' I asked, seeing him turn to look away. "Daryl?"
"You were right to want to kill em" Daryl finally spoke up with a whisper. I frowned and felt my breathing quicken with the idea. "He said somethin about... the men messing with some young girls. " He spoke, but I could hear the anger in his voice. "Beat the shit out of em just because of that..." He said and turned away from me. I thought that was it until he just kicked something of his over making a loud bang "son of a bitch" he snapped and sat down and held his head low.
I walked over to him and stopped just a foot from him
"what he said reminded me of....you..." he said and shook his head "Because of what happened to you...I remember how skiddish you were back then...if I had known what he was doin I would have beat the shit out of him too....I don't want that happening again..." he said and finally looked up to me.
I didn't know what else to say. I just looked at him now knowing he cared about me more than he showed.
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*I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM THE WALKING DEAD, OR STORYTELLING AND ALL CREDIT GOES TO ORIGINAL WRITERS AND SHOW. I ONLY OWN THE MAIN CHARACTER OF THIS FAN-FICTION*