Hiraeth || Daryl Dixon Fanfic
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The redneck looked at her like she was crazy, as she averted eye contact, turning towards the wall, "I don't know," she shrugged, tucking a long dark lock of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit Daryl had noticed, "You just..." She mumbled, "You seem familiar." Victoria sighed, "Like home."
Daryl squinted at her, attempting to detect some sort of amusement in her features, to which he found none. The girl nodded, as if contemplating her thoughts, "Yeah," she confirmed to herself, turning her head towards Daryl,
"You feel like home."
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Victoria Jacobs has been on her own for over a year. Fighting the dead has become an everyday occurrence for her. After watching her little sister be eaten alive by the monsters humanity has become, she had to kill her own mother to stop her from changing. After being on her own for close to a year, Ria ends up unfortunately injuring herself and struggles to get away from the dead ones. Fortunately, Victoria is saved by a group with a crossbow weilding man that may have more in common with the girl than she originally thought.
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