Walkers, Arrows, Love and Daryl Dixon. What else can a girl ask for?

Hello! So I've been asked to write a walking dead fanfiction a couple times now, I know the series is over but never late then ever am I right?

With that being said TWD is a long ass series I'm not sure how long I'll do this for. I am starting by season one of the series just cause it makes more sense and gives me more wiggle room for developments. Some things will change from the original plot, if you don't like it then I'm sorry but don't read it. Eventually I'll stray away from writing word by word of what the characters say, just cause it's a lot to go back and forth to watch the episode to see what exactly was said and done.

WARNING: This fanfic will be mature, which means there's gore, SEX and other mature themes. There will be no warnings it'll just happen.

So, if you get squeamish at sex then don't read. If you don't like gore...then why are you reading a zombie fanfic?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own TWD or its characters. I only own my own. This is a fan fiction after all. Once again, there WILL be plot changes and this fanfiction might not go all the way to the last season.

Please enjoy.

Real Description:

Name's Ivanna King, but most call me Ivy, Poison Ivy, or Red-not for my looks, but for my temper. I've tried working on it, but the military and the apocalypse didn't exactly help.

I was helping the Doc with his research when alarms went off. On the monitor, a guy with pleading eyes and a sheriffs hat begged for help. Before I could object, the Doc let his group in. Now, with time ticking down and this place set to blow, I can't wait to see how they handle the truth.

(Daryl Dixon x OC)