On Our Own
  • WpView
    Reads 247
  • WpVote
    Votes 3
  • WpPart
    Parts 12
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing44m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Dec 31, 2015
Everything had gone to shit. She lost them all. Her Family. Her friends. Her boyfriend. The only things that never left her were her axe, her truck, her gun, and her Australian Shepherd, Cash. It had been months since she had even spoken to another real person. All she ever did was survive. She drove thousands of miles, riding on the hope that they might still be alive, and look where hope got her. (The Walking dead and all of its characters are property of AMC and I do not claim to own any of them. I do own Skylar Davidson and Cash. They are my characters, don't take them. I'll find you, trust me.)
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Remember Me (Daryl Dixon)
  • Hunted | ᴅ. ᴅɪxᴏɴ
  • We Ain't Ashes ~ TWD (Daryl Dixon)
  • A World Beyond / Daryl Dixon
  • Bonds {TWD}
  • Daryl's Precious Gem  (Daryl Dixon FanFiction)
  • That Redneck (Daryl Dixon love story from The walking dead/TWD)
  • 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫// 𝐓𝐖𝐃
  • Christina Anderson (TWD FF)
  • Survive-Daryl Dixon (Completed)

"Don't say that," I replied, my lip shaking. He quickly looked at me when he realized how pitiful I sounded. "There's a reason we found each other. Maybe it's God, maybe it's fate. But I know it's not an accident that I found you." "And you mean that?" he asked as he peered into my face. Now he was doubting my truths. A tear slipped down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away and hoped he didn't notice. "Yes, of course I do. I need you."

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines