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The Only Universal Language is Violence (Daryl Dixon X Male OC)

MIshaSatanHimself

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Reads 3,448
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Parts 11
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MIshaSatanHimself

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TWD Daryl Dixon spinoff

Harvey:
I used to be a lot of things. Good and bad ones. Depends on who you ask. I knew all the dark parts of this world and I tried my best to change it in the only way the world understood. But when the bloodshed touched what I cared for the most I had to stop. I changed my life radically and abruptly. I needed to erase my old self, and I did. When the world takes a violent turn to the end I have to put a lot of effort to keep my newly acquired pacifistic mentality. I tried my best to find new ways to fight for things I believe in, peaceful ways that will stop the bloodshed, by the time I realize there's no such way the bloodshed has already happened. And I'm left with a kid I care for more than I care for my own life and the man for whom I'm ready to break every rule I placed for myself in the past twenty-something years. One hell with it, I never liked rules anyway.All Rights Reserved

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