On Our Own
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  • Parts 12
  • Time 44m
  • Reads 243
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 12
  • Time 44m
Ongoing, First published Feb 09, 2015
Mature
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.)
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Nicotine

12 parts Ongoing Mature

Death is a cruel, unbiased monster that only understands what it is to take. Addiction is strange. It is being hung on something that you know will only end up hurting you in the end. You keep coming back because despite knowing it will be your demise; you can't stop. It's the high of feeling with your drug of choice. There's no such thing as moderation with an addict. It's all or nothing. Love is mischievous. It pounces on you when you least expect it, grips your heart and messes with your head when you don't want it to. Even when you're terrified of receiving another broken heart, love doesn't give you a choice in the matter. No matter how hard you fight it. A woman, with fire in her past and a tongue as sharp as a razor blade, and a man, misjudged by his upbringing with a seemingly stone heart, fall victim to the big three. Together, they navigate a world of hatred and violence and learn that love exists in this cruel world in each other. He's never been taught what it is to love. She's terrified of ever loving again because it only hurts her in the end. They were both survivors long before the world fell apart. Little do they know, they will toss caution to the wind and give into their desires because that's what they always do. Like smoking a cigarette. *This is a DarylDixonxOC Fanfiction. I do not own The Walking Dead or any of it's characters*