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Baby Dixon (Walking Dead fan-fiction)

X_AngelWithAShotgun

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A girl drowning in the hatred and fear this new world holds, monsters like those from her nightmares threatening her every move. Alone and lost, the way she had been for months and years. 
But then she gets found by a group who have faced the horrors of the ones that eat others and the bandits and the crazy ones. And an unsuspecting redneck who becomes the one trying to protect this little girl not just from the world, but from herself...

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"But if you don't have other people why would you want to live? Why live to be alone?" Michonne seemed like she understood what I was saying. Like she had felt that before, but was trying to tempt me out of the mindset. 

"Cuz livin' alone is still livin'," I shrugged and looked down at my knees. 

"No it ain't. It's existin' but not livin'," Daryl briefly joined in from where he stood facing away from me in the corner. 

"I would rather exist than live. No strings attached," I admitted and Daryl dropped his head down. 

"I never thought I'd meet somebody more damaged than me, yet here we are," he murmured, only just audible. 

"I like being damaged. Damaged people are dangerous. They know how to survive," I was proud of this statement. That I knew it mostly. 

Michonne looked at me with pity, uncertain of what to say. I couldn't blame her really. She just bit her lip. 

Daryl spoke for her, a quiet whisper of," I know." 

And that was when I knew.


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Alive With The Dead by rot_and_write

The world didn't end all at once-it unraveled slowly. Quietly. While no one was looking. Neve, a introverted 17 year old, was always good at noticing things. The way her neighbors' pets started vanishing. The way the news anchors stumbled over their words. The way her school suddenly cared about checking students for "fevers" but never offered explanations. Still grieving her mother and lost in the silence of her own home, Neve watches as the world slips further from normal-until the night the power goes out. Until the night she sees a man, gaunt and bloodied, standing in her backyard. Watching her. After that, everything falls apart. As cities burn and the dead walk the streets, Neve is forced from the quiet life she knew into a fractured world ruled by survival, instinct, and impossible questions. Who can be trusted? What do the revenants-the "turned"-still remember? And how much of yourself can you lose before you're no longer human? Alongside Jace, a guarded 19 year old, a boy with his own shadows, Neve walks a path littered with broken people, fading memories, and echoes of a past that refuses to stay buried. Her journal becomes a guide, her sketches a record of what the world used to be-and what might still be worth saving.. She meets people. She loses them. She learns to trust, and she learns to grieve. But most importantly-she survives.

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A 10 year old girl, sharing the world with the dead. Everybody becomes family at some point. "Blood isn't what makes us family. It's because you'd risk yours to save me if I needed it, and I'd do the same for you. We didn't know each other before this, heck you didn't even like me at first. But now... you'd kill to protect me, and when I'm scared, you're the one I run to. You're my family because you stayed and my parents, my actual blood... they just gave me up." "Ya sound like ya Pop." "I know." TW: death. gore. murder. deep trauma. drug use. alcohol use. sexual assault. mentions of needles. abandonment. (really deep stuff so please don't read if you're triggered easily)

The Walking Dead, On My Own by IslandDevil716

**COMPLETED UNDER REVISION** 2ND BOOK OUT NOW Read "The Walking dead; kill or be killed" next!! lauren, 19, on her own in the apocalypse. Her family died and her sister went missing, she was believed to be dead so she never cared to look.... Lauren learned early on how to take care of herself no matter the cost, or who's around once she realized she'd always be alone... or so she thought. she lived on the run constantly looking over her shoulder, she came across groups but they never lasted and died and always left her alone. Lauren just went where the day took her with only 2 objectives on her mind; food and water. As her path stretches, things become more complicated and she finds that food, water and shelter are the last things on her mind. This story tells Lauren's journey before she met the infamous rick grimes and what she has to go through before she crosses their path and it all leads up to their big meeting on the rail road tracks, a spy and a cure. Will she ever find her sister? Lauren is in her worse state of mind after losing everything she's ever loved and gets to meet Rick in his scariest state of survival also, relating to him more than anyone else in the group having done the same things as Rick to survive at all costs. I do not own The walking dead characters or scenes, only characters I made up outside of the cast. If i accidentally stole ideas from anyone it was not on purpose; I haven't read any twdfanfic. I just opened wattpad and started clacking lol It will not go word for word as the show or comics, it will only have the characters. It's like an alternate universe with my own character. TW- violence, rape, cussing, murder, abortion ect. Cover created by me via canva

Nicotine by awriterspromise

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Surviving the Walking Dead: Season 2 by Dervela

Welcome to season 2! This is a fanfiction of the Walking Dead show ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SNEAK PEEK! "I don't need no nurse to look after me," he snapped at me, angry, and I frowned at him. He turned away from me after looking down "Quit being a baby...it will only take a second Daryl," I told him, moving to stand where I knew he could see me. "What happened?....why are you avoiding me?'' I asked, seeing him turn to look away. "Daryl?" "You were right to want to kill em" Daryl finally spoke up with a whisper. I frowned and felt my breathing quicken with the idea. "He said somethin about... the men messing with some young girls. " He spoke, but I could hear the anger in his voice. "Beat the shit out of em just because of that..." He said and turned away from me. I thought that was it until he just kicked something of his over making a loud bang "son of a bitch" he snapped and sat down and held his head low. I walked over to him and stopped just a foot from him "what he said reminded me of....you..." he said and shook his head "Because of what happened to you...I remember how skiddish you were back then...if I had known what he was doin I would have beat the shit out of him too....I don't want that happening again..." he said and finally looked up to me. I didn't know what else to say. I just looked at him now knowing he cared about me more than he showed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM THE WALKING DEAD, OR STORYTELLING AND ALL CREDIT GOES TO ORIGINAL WRITERS AND SHOW. I ONLY OWN THE MAIN CHARACTER OF THIS FAN-FICTION*

Gone. (A daryl love story.) by Aurelia_Su

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Not Made to Rot. by Thewalkingdeadgirl19

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