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Don't Let Me Go (D.Dixon)

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Reads 73,223
Votes 2,758
Parts 63
Time 7h 48m

tooturntchandler

daryl dixon merle thewalkingdead twd

i made this back in middle school idk why so many people read this lol

"As soon as I saw that angel wing vest, I knew it was him. My big brother."

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Too Far Gone // Carl Grimes by Niice2KnoU

[This Fanfiction is currently being constructed to fix Grammer and Plot mistakes.] Who would've thought I'd be the depressed teenager I am today? Killing zombies in what was supposed to be the 'best years of my life'; or HighSchool. Trying to fight through the pain of a broken heart. Trained to fight the dead. And know to fear the living. Who woulda thought? Well that's me now. That's who I am. And this is the same thing I think everyday. And I don't even have to convince myself this. This is me. Tailynn Dixon.

Querencia by padfootstampon

querencia (n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self DARYL DIXON x OC briefly pre apocalypse ***i attempt to follow canon twd storyline*** I start college in September and just remembered I had this little idea written in my drafts 🤗 Daryl Doesn't appear until chapter 2 My attempt at a slow burn but I'm impatient so we'll see how this goes

Angel Winged Vest ( a Daryl Dixon love story) by makenna_stanley

*•Book 1•* EDITING "I love you're vest, you look like an Angel." "Ya, a fallen Angel." "A fallen Angel is still an Angel." (Season 1&2) (I do not own any of the walking dead, not the characters or the story line, I only own my characters and their story line)

Hope || Glenn Rhee x Reader by idonthavethoughts

** DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was fourteen. Please keep that in mind when you read the overly dramatic passages, uncreative insults, and generally self-centered behavior. Grammar is 95% correct and story is very fun, but this was written by a 14 year old. You have been warned.** ---- "I'm a glass half-full kinda guy." When you find yourself in the middle of the apocalypse in Atlanta, you almost give up on living when four survivors find you in the building you are staying in. And suddenly, you're not giving up on living just yet. - This story is a reader insert, and there are several terms that you, as the reader, may need to know if you have not read one of these types of stories before. The terms are as following: Y/N: your name Y/L/N: your last name Y/F/N: your full name H/C: hair color E/C: eye color H/L: hair length (Follows the events of AMC's The Walking Dead. No characters are mine, they belong to Robert Kirkman and AMC.) creds to: @Shayennfelicity_ for the cover

Terminus by rovified

I am Mariah Langsten, I go by May or Mariah. My friends, or the ones left would call me Mariah Carrie because how I could sing. I never heard it like they did. I am with two other survivors, My best friend Beth Greene, once the shit hit the fan I had no chance to find her. But once I finally got to their house. They were all gone, the barn was burnt to nothing, few walkers lurking and something that looked like their house. She told me a hoard got them and she told me about her group and what happened. It nearly killed me when she told me what happened to Hershel. He was like my second dad when we were kids. We cried for a while in each other arms. Then the other survivor was a guy I found on my way to Hershel's, which was over a 4 or 5 months ago. I lost count, besides his name is Andrew Winder. Him and Beth became a thing, but we decided not to tell her we've had sex more than a couple times. It was for comforting purposes, but we both knew deep down. It was defiantly for the hell of it, we haven't had any one sexually for a long time. I was 23, blonde hair and brown eyes, Beth was 21, blonde with blue eyes. She was so damn pretty. Andy (As I called him) was 25, brown hair and blue eyes. I had zero training before all this started, all I did was play video games, eat food and cuss at online players when they pissed me off. I didn't have much of a life. Never really had a good boyfriend, not even a decent. They all wanted me for my "perfect" boobs. Which I thought was bull shit because its just a piece of fat attached to my chest, ugh. I dropped out. I sucked in everything I was a horrible person, I was a waste of oxygen on this earth. Sometimes I wondered if I bullet would make a nice last meal. (My book Terminus is based on Terminus seen from AMC's The Walking Dead) (I do not own any TWD characters)

The story continues by Itz-M3

(Y/N) helps Merle off the roof and they bond. He treats her like a little sister because all he see's in her is his little brother. Someone who helps him, is quiet, and listens to what he has to say. All she wants is to live not just survive. When the bombs fell the entire world unraveled. Peace became a distant memory. From that day forward everyone did what they had to, to survive. Some stole from those who were alive and vulnerable others found groups to survive by separating the jobs but not everyone did that. The Story Continues Daryl x reader [PUBLISHING WHEN I CAN]

Daryl Dixon Is Mine (EDITING!!) by CrazyChickSusie

**IMPORTANT** I WROTE THIS BOOK 3 YEARS AGO SO IM SO SORRY IT SUCKS. IT HAS MISSPELLED WORDS AND HORRIBLE WRITING. I WAS A BIG FANGIRL WRITING THIS STORY SO IT MIGHT BE EHHH. PLUS MY WRITING SKILLS WERE EW. BUT WHO KNOWS YOU MIGHT LIKE THIS STORY. BUT FEEL FREE TO COMMENT OR WHATEVER. ENJOY! *************************************** I'm a 25 year old women who loves to watch zombie movies and shows. I am a graphic designer and just living a normal life. Until one day it all happened for real. I never thought it could happen. All I ever wanted was to just live a normal life and grow up. The zombie apocalypse happens. I was living it up for a while till I met one person. His name was Daryl Dixon.

Bleeding Love | Daryl Dixon by Lauren_Loving

"I can hardly remember a time in my life where the Dixon's weren't a part of it" Savannah and Daryl have been in each other's lives for as long as they can remember....thick as thieves through the good and the bad. They are two damaged souls found by unfortunate coincidences and terrible parenting. Each of them feels they are worth nothing....they have nothing but each other, and it stays that way through tormented years of childhood, traumatic teenage years and way into adulthood. It always felt like nothing could tear these friends apart. But when a virus breaks out, the dead don't stay dead and your every move could cause you your life, could this be the one thing that breaks these two apart? It always felt that Daryl Dixon and Savannah Montgomery were meant to be together, even from a young age, but will they realize this before it's too late?

Lost Too Much | Daryl Dixon by sinsomniacs

(A NEWER, BETTER, UPDATED AND CONTINUED VERSION IS CURRENTLY BEING UPLOADED. CHECK OUT THE BOOK OF THE SAME TITLE ON MY ACCOUNT FOR A BETTER VERSION.) Cory was just looking to survive. She didn't plan to find an entire group that would change her life. Cory Jenner grew up with a generally shitty childhood. She didn't really care for anyone other than her two friends, Merle and Daryl. Then the apocalypse began, and she was greeted with what could possibly be a lifetime of loneliness. That was what she expected, of course until a group wandered by, including one of her two friends.

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Too Far Gone // Carl Grimes

[This Fanfiction is currently being constructed to fix Grammer and Plot mistakes.] Who would've thought I'd be the depressed teenager I am today? Killing zombies in what was supposed to be the 'best years of my life'; or HighSchool. Trying to fight through the pain of a broken heart. Trained to fight the dead. And know to fear the living. Who woulda thought? Well that's me now. That's who I am. And this is the same thing I think everyday. And I don't even have to convince myself this. This is me. Tailynn Dixon.