Broken Bones (Daryl Dixon X Plus-Size OC fanfiction) Prologue to family ties

Broken Bones (Daryl Dixon X Plus-Size OC fanfiction) Prologue to family ties

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This is the prologue ive written to a fanfiction im going to write about daryl dixon with a family in the apocalypse. His charachter will be more fleshed out in that one because of this one. ---- Dary dixon thought he knew everyone in the neighbirhood. he thought that Abby lancaster was a spoilt girl in a world not meant for her. thought her smiles and chubby cheeks may have made his belly fill with butterflies. But he refused to fall for it. She didnt understand him or his life. Or how his father and brother arent exactly the fullers...............Or did she. ---- Abigail Lancaster is never seen without her sweet and caring smile. chubby and plump, like her mother before she left. Some rumors are she died. But Abby and her father know the truth. Tom lancaster was a good man once and loves his daughter. But true love comes with actions and the man he was bfefore his wife ran off, is gone. Abby hopes her smiles and love would make her daddy wanna be the old man he was. And make him hate her less. Everyhting is not always what it seems. what happens when daryl notices the smiley and bright curvy girl isnt shining? That shes more like him than he thought she was? You'll just have to read!!!
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Hurt, pain, torture; that's all you've ever endured. Never, have you felt ecstasy or pride. A life with your parents made sure of that. Friends... aren't something you've decided to make a reality. They were a fantasy. A broken one at that. So, when the dead start walking you find yourself thinking, "Will you ever truly be alive again?" [COMPLETED]

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