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Arrow's to the Heart: Part 3 (Daryl Dixon Fanfiction)
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Ongoing, First published Jan 01, 2021
I have no ride or on these characters or the plot of the show besides Nick, Izzy, and Dekard. All rights are reserved to The Walking Dead show, characters, and most of the main events that happened.

this is continuing from book two which was about Nick, the forest and Randall. And this book is based off season 3 of The Walking Dead, we left off when Daryl and Nic admitted that they both thought something was their. And Radall and Nic become close and in the group with Izzy, Dekard, and Nic. Together they only have eachother and they only have the people that they hold close. 

this book were focusing on a new conflict with Nic. What happened after she was 17. After she got kidnapped. Because in some ways the past still haunts her to the core. And her scars have a different say in the matter. And she starts to gain control of the visions she sees. not that it's something there but a gift.

(this book has a few twists and turns in it and because most of you know what happens Imma change it a little to make it more interesting. And theres always going to be a big change towards the end of the book. Someone isnt who they say they are. So stay tuned.

(this story is going to be more in Nic's pov, and she pov from now on because I actually have no idea what you would do in these type of situations.)
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