When you lose everything? How do you survive? When the bad gets worst, how do you find the good? I had the perfect life before this all started. I was married, had two sons and a baby girl. Now all that's left is him. My one hope at staying sane. But even he is slipping through my fingers. I do not own Daryl Dixon, The Walking Dead or most of the themes of this story. I just had an idea and it's now 60 chapters long. This starts in season 4 and is so far being written into season 9. I have plans to continue writing through season 10 as well. I hope you enjoy, there are dark themes to this story so I request if your under 18, please don't read this.
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