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I sat on the cold concrete, my knees pulled against my chest and my face buried in my hands. My body shook violently from something... The cold? The fear? The pain? I didn't care. 
   All I could do was sob. Sobs that wracked your body and tore apart your heart piece by piece. The tears streamed hot and heavy like lava rolling down a volcano. 
   I couldn't comprehend how this happened, how I ended up in such a dark and lonely place. I was faced with the thing that I feared the most. It stared me in the eyes like an ugly green monster ready to swallow me up whole. I was alone. 
   I finally looked up from my hands. Night had already fallen. I didn't know how long I had been there. Minutes? Hours? Time didn't seem real. Like a concept I just couldn't grasp. 
   It felt as if a snake was constructing my neck as the lump grew larger in my throat. This couldn't be happening. I was alone in a world where all you had to hold onto were people. I was alone in a world riddled with rotting, drooling freaks with no food, no water, no shelter, and no weapon. I was going to die. 
   I cast my eyes upward towards the heavens. I closed my eyes and even though my faith was crushed long before Freaks ran the earth, I sent up a silent prayer. I prayed that there was someone out there to look after me. 
   I opened my bloodshot eyes still watery from my weeping. My gaze landed directly on the moon and for a split second I felt something within me. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. I felt hope...All Rights Reserved

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Mute - Daryl Dixon X Reader ➷ by deadseoulwriter

"𝔖𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔡𝔬𝔪." -𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖓 Speech isn't a necessity in this empty world. It's not that I can't speak. I just choose not to. It's a waste of time. I have no need to communicate with others. Especially when everyone is pretty much already dead. I haven't spoken a word in almost two years. There's no need for conversation when the words that are spoken constantly go unheard. [COMPLETED] #1 in darylxreader (10/24/19) #1 in daryldixonxreader (11/17/19)

Always (A Daryl Dixon/ The Walking Dead Fanfiction) by ree_louise

"It's you and me Daryl, like it always has been." I say, looking into his dark blue eyes. "The way it always will be." He states. I nod my head, a small smile on my lips, "Always." Bree Winchester had known the Dixon brothers since she was running around in diapers. Living next door to the Dixon brothers came with its ups and downs. Daryl was her best friend growing up, he always had her back and she always had his, with Merle protecting the both of them. She had always liked Daryl but knew he never saw her that way. She knew that no matter what, Daryl would always protect her. When the dead began to walk and the world went to hell, she ran off under the protective arms of Daryl and Merle. There they met a group of survivors and everything changed. With Merle's disappearance, a Bree is all Daryl has left in this new world. Will she be enough for him? Will their relationship change without the influence of his older brother? Can they become something more? Copyright ree_louise I do not own any of AMC's stories or characters.

Angel by WalkerWitch

Daryl Dixon is completely on his own. After the Saviors burn down Alexandria, he thinks that he is the only survivor. Living without the group that he has come to love, has left him as nothing more than a shell of the man he used to be. One day after a brutal fight, he stumbles upon a run-down shack in the woods. As he lay dying on the dirty floor, his life is saved by a complete stranger. These two loners find that living life together is so much better than doing it alone. I haven't written a story in the first person since Broken. It's not as easy as it sounds, but I enjoyed the challenge. This story has taken me months to write and I finished it just days after the Season 8 midseason finale. Any similarities to that episode are pure coincidence. I wrote the chapter (You'll know which one) months before Season8 even started. For anyone that is newly following me or reading my books, I write differently than most. You only start to get chapters once the entire story is written. And it finally is. I hope everyone enjoys Angel.

Scars • Daryl Dixon by 0Myraa0

Daryl always put on a mask, an impenetrable facade that made him appear indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything or anyone except for himself. He pushed people away, deliberately keeping them at arm's length, but I knew better. I had seen glimpses of something more beneath that hardened exterior-something real, something human. It wasn't obvious, and it wasn't easy to see, but it was there. I didn't know the full extent of his story, of the pain and the ghosts he carried with him, but I could tell that behind his rough edges, there was a man who cared. The more I watched him, the more I saw that contradiction in him-this mix of isolation and vulnerability. I didn't know him the way I wanted to, but at the same time, there was a strange, inexplicable feeling that I did. It was as if there was something familiar in him, something I recognized, even though we'd never truly shared our pasts. His eyes, especially, told a story all their own-a silent narrative of hurt, survival, and loss. There was a depth there, something raw and honest, as though his life before all of this had shaped him into someone who had learned not to trust, not to hope. I found myself wondering what kind of life he had before the world fell apart-what his family had been like, what his childhood had been shaped by. I could imagine the kind of father he had-a man whose influence left deep scars, someone who might have made Daryl believe that showing emotion or affection was a weakness. It wasn't hard to guess that the lessons Daryl had learned were ones forged in silence and pain, things that had made him pull away from others and close off the softer parts of himself. Daryl Dixon x Fem!OC

Wilted Thorns • Glenn Rhee by JohnMurphysGirl

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"𝔖𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔡𝔬𝔪." -𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖓 Speech isn't a necessity in this empty world. It's not that I can't speak. I just choose not to. It's a waste of time. I have no need to communicate with others. Especially when everyone is pretty much already dead. I haven't spoken a word in almost two years. There's no need for conversation when the words that are spoken constantly go unheard. [COMPLETED] #1 in darylxreader (10/24/19) #1 in daryldixonxreader (11/17/19)