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Steady Breathing {{•Norman Reedus•}} {{SLOW UPDATES}}

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Air is an essential part of life. We need air in our lungs to breathe and plants to create the oxygen that is produced into the air that we breathe. It's a cycle that's constantly repeated day by day. 

But what happens when one single soul upon the millions on planet earth manages to steal your breath away just by words on a piece of paper? Do you stop breathing or do you breathe normally but easier? Or do you continue to breathe the same air but see life in a new light?

Your answers will be answered along with mine when you embark on this journey with me. A journey that started in a form of a single letter that lead to more letters going back and forth between Oklahoma to New York, a journey from two people completely different people that just so happens to connect so well through shared thoughts.


'You live a life far better than mine from what I can tell. How is it that I entice you in any way possible. I just don't see it. Compared to you, I'm just... Painfully me.'All Rights Reserved

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"Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a Metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a women enters her first word into our poetic memory." (A Boondock Saints fanfic)

A Broken Optimist by mybookobsession_

She's a lost soul, searching for Froot Loops in a world of Cheerios. Emotions. Inflicted by words, Creating signals to connect those emotions. A pang in your heart, the dull ache of love, a tedious, meaningless thing to some. The entire thing to others. Confusing, at the least. All consuming, at the most. We bundle it inside, Hide it in boxes, In the deepest crevices of our persona, Then suddenly, it burst free, tumbling into the atmosphere, filling every hour, every moment. Words convey it. Words share it. Through words, our emotions are liberated. Disclaimer: I wrote this throughout the course of a year. It had its ups and it's down in emotion. It ends on a happy note, I think. It has some overdramatic things in which my past self annoys me sometimes. But it also has some good pieces of thought. The world sucks. I can't promise that it's not going to suck, Because it probably always will. But there will be times Where the good in the world Makes it suck a little less.

Tranquility by SaintsDeadGirl

All his life Daryl's had this annoying ability to read the minds of everyone around him with no way of making it stop, except to live in isolation. So he moves up in to the mountains and only comes to town a few times a year, but is meet with glares and an hateful thoughts each time. While trying to hurry up and get the few items he needed, a stranger runs in to him and for once, Daryl hears nothing. Not one single thought from this man or the other people around them. For the first time in his life, the only voice he has in his head, is his own.

Keep Holding On by SayuriMinamino

Stay strong and fight this new world, survive, but never forget where you came from, everyone you loved and cared for. Take one day at a time and keep holding on. Daryl/Oc This was originally on my fan fiction account and then I moved it BarbaraQ18 here on wattpad and now it's here. If you started reading this before sorry about the change.

Mute - Daryl Dixon X Reader ➷ by deadseoulwriter

"𝔖𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔡𝔬𝔪." -𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖓 Speech isn't a necessity in this empty world. It's not that I can't speak. I just choose not to. It's a waste of time. I have no need to communicate with others. Especially when everyone is pretty much already dead. I haven't spoken a word in almost two years. There's no need for conversation when the words that are spoken constantly go unheard. [COMPLETED] #1 in darylxreader (10/24/19) #1 in daryldixonxreader (11/17/19)

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MASK (COMPLETED) by _Simran_N_

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Nicotine by awriterspromise

Death is a cruel, unbiased monster that only understands what it is to take. Addiction is strange. It is being hung on something that you know will only end up hurting you in the end. You keep coming back because despite knowing it will be your demise; you can't stop. It's the high of feeling with your drug of choice. There's no such thing as moderation with an addict. It's all or nothing. Love is mischievous. It pounces on you when you least expect it, grips your heart and messes with your head when you don't want it to. Even when you're terrified of receiving another broken heart, love doesn't give you a choice in the matter. No matter how hard you fight it. A woman, with fire in her past and a tongue as sharp as a razor blade, and a man, misjudged by his upbringing with a seemingly stone heart, fall victim to the big three. Together, they navigate a world of hatred and violence and learn that love exists in this cruel world in each other. He's never been taught what it is to love. She's terrified of ever loving again because it only hurts her in the end. They were both survivors long before the world fell apart. Little do they know, they will toss caution to the wind and give into their desires because that's what they always do. Like smoking a cigarette. *This is a DarylDixonxOC Fanfiction. I do not own The Walking Dead or any of it's characters*

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"You lose everyone, that's just the way it is now. Get used to it." The new world, where blood and dirt stained your body like it was your favourite perfume. Gore, misery, and death now come with the art of survival, everything that you once knew was gone. Scar Jensen, a fighter herself, loses almost everyone she held dear to her heart, that is until she meets an unlikely group of people. Fighting their way to survive in a world where the odds are always against you, love, tragedy, and heartbreak were inevitable. Who knew that people so different could become so close when in the face of death? #1 - zombie survival 11/18/2021 & 05/08/2022 #1 - reedus 11/18/2021 #1 - twdfanfic 12/04/2021 & 04/08/2022 #1 - Daryl 01/14/2022 #1 - Daryldixon 09/05/2022 © All Rights Reserved

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