Jesus's Angel
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  • Reads 11,389
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  • Parts 21
  • Time 1h 47m
Ongoing, First published Mar 12, 2016
Mature
Daryl Dixon. Something about him made me smile, even though the man would never even give me the time of day. He hated me, with an odd passion that I would never understand. I mean I never gave him any reason to hate me! Besides stealing his truck full of food. And sinking it. And almost shooting him. But I saved his life in that last scenario. Yeah he tried to act badass but I could see past it. I could see that sweet side of him that he tries to hide with his crossbow.
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