My life living as a Dixon

My life living as a Dixon

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Fanfic
The Walking Dead
I have lived 16 years of my life in fear of my abusive father. I grew up with my two older brothers Daryl and Merle gone because they were old enough to live on their own. I thought that was the worst experience of my life. That is, until the apocalypse came. In this story, Samantha Dixon lives in the apocalypse and finds love, and piece with not only her brothers, but also the people she runs into during her journey. I do not own any of the original Walking Dead characters but I do own Samantha. Read to experience Samantha Dixon's experience in the apocalypse and as a Dixon.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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