DREAMLESS NIGHTS

DREAMLESS NIGHTS

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auriella drayton, an eleven year old girl who was forced to live and adapt through an invasion of what many called "walkers." she never had it easy- with a mother who was too bitter and angry at the world to care about anyone about herself, a deadbeat father and the unfortunate fact of being an only child- she had to learn to look after herself much too young before her time. daryl dixon, a man who has spent his entire life trying to survive, he too met hell when he was young and had been looking after himself long before the world belonged to the dead. through struggles with his asshole of an older brother who left him to fend for himself by the hands of their "father," the first spark of happiness and livelihood he felt was by the hands of a little girl he met on his trails through survival. the pair stick together like glue as they are met with struggles; murder, death, pain, misery- the lot of it. but despite that, they stick together. daryl makes a vow to look after the young girl who had only herself in such a horrible world. he promises to keep her safe and keep her alive. he wouldn't know what to do with herself if he broke his own rules. he truly wouldn't. but one thing about daryl is that he's a stubborn bitch and never gives up- or well he tries his damn best anyway. but is it enough?
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