Hands Of Love
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  • Reads 1,726
  • Votes 20
  • Parts 24
  • Time 3h 10m
Ongoing, First published Nov 25, 2020
I'm Jennifer Rose Dixon and this story is about how I met Carl Grimes. The boy who loves chocolate pudding. My one and only true love. After being alone and abused most of her life can she save the boy who's life matters the most.
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Jar of Hearts

17 parts Complete

I've never been one to get along with people right away. That all changed when I met Carl Grimes. We both guarded our feelings and we did it with pride. The apocalypse can do that to people. This is our story. It's not all lovey dovey and it's not heart stopping action. It just is.