Broken (A Walking Dead/Daryl fanfiction)

Broken (A Walking Dead/Daryl fanfiction)

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Rule #1- trust no one Rule #2- never be without a weapon Rule #3- only go out during the day Rule #4- keep your heart locked up tight Rule #5- stay alive Vienna only lives by five rules. But with a group at her doorstep begging for safety, her rules are violated. Her past, and her secret, must stay hidden. Yet, a deer stealing, crossbow wielding redneck seems hellbent on bringing those secrets out into the open. Rule #1- shoot em in the head Rule #2- there are never enough arrows Rule #3- trust no one outside of the group Rule #4- let no in Rule #5- stay alive Daryl only lives by five rules. But when the groups safety is in jeopardy, and they stumble upon a prison inhabited by a woman with stunning blue eyes, his rules are thrown out the window. He knows he should stay away from the woman and her secrets, but the scars on her back mirror his own, and he becomes curious. Who needs rules anyway. Rules are meant to be broken I do not own any of The Walking Dead characters. I do, however, own my character Vienna and whoever I come up with along the way :) I suck at writing descriptions. Please give it a chance!
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"No feelings," you say. "You mustn't have feelings" His ice cold blue eyes, his signature crossbow and his bike. You fear the living and the dead. Especially after you've been captured by dirty, dirty people. Daryl's saved your ass twice already. You need him. One. More. Time. ((Completed and is soon to be edited))

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