A 'The Walking Dead' fanfiction Foster Dixon was born for this, born to survive the apocalypse. A product of a flimsy relationship, Foster was dumped on her father's porch as a newborn, never knowing her mother. Her father, Daryl Dixon, did his best to raise his daughter alone. She grew up in a world of chaos, if anything the downfall of the modern world was the best thing to ever happen to the Dixon girl; or at least that's what she thought in the beginning. She was twelve when the world went to shit, armed with nothing but a bow and her father by her side Foster will face horrors even she could never imagine. The world will meld and contort her into someone even she will not recognize, but maybe that is not for the worst. *In progress *Seasons 1-11 *I obviously do not own AMC's characters
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