Hands Of Love
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  • Reads 1,750
  • 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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Helping Me {The Walking Dead}

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THIS WAS MY FIRST BOOK AND I DO REALIZE THAT I MADE A TON OF MISTAKES BUT I WAS A YOUNG CHILD. Ranked #5 in #amcthewalkingdead - 12/29/16 Ranked #7 in #carlgrimeslovestory - 12/2916 I don't own, AMC The Walking Dead, nor the Characters. Based off the Episodes, all credit to AMC! This is a Carl Grimes love story. Walker blood and many bodies' laid around me. I stood painting from killing all the walkers that now laid at rest. I tried walking away but I must have pushed myself to my limits I was weak, fragile. I need to find that place. I have to survive.