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If only he knew (Daryl Dixon Fanfic)
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    Parts 11
  • WpHistory
    Time 28m
Ongoing, First published Oct 12, 2016
Mature
Hannah Atkins is a 21 year old woman who left her home for a year before coming back. The fate that awaited her was a gruesome one as she found her parents walking around as the undead. Now she is fighting for her life while searching for her sister and brother, whom both mysteriously vanished. Along the way she encounters a group as her abusive boyfriend pulls her along with him, nearly getting her torn up by walkers or by injuring her himself. She never thought that her saviour would be a redneck who likes to keep to himself and carries a crossbow. Can she get close to the mysterious man? Or will she lose herself along the way? Time will only tell.

Authors note: This is a Fanfic that I made by myself along with a little help from my friend. Multiple characters that show up are made after some of my close friends but not completely. Also please do not copy my story. I would appreciate it. Thanks!
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