The Road To His Heart. (Daryl Dixon X Reader)

The Road To His Heart. (Daryl Dixon X Reader)

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Dernière publication mer., janv. 10, 2024

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You're a strong but anxious girl, in a world where people were now nothing but dead souls, wandering the streets, you were alone. You'd never been in a group before, but sooner than you expected you met a large number of people who took you in, and immediately claimed you as family. You also met a man, his name was Daryl Dixon. After getting to know him, you wanted nothing more than to be able to read him. But little did you know, you would fall in love with the blue eyed jerk. But so many obstacles appeared in your path, and you were left with questionable choices along the way. ________________________________________________ I do not own any right's to The Walking Dead, I am only creating a fan fiction based off of the show. ⚠️⚠️⚠️!! -sexual violence -smut -foul language -abuse

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