Daryl Stories

"You lose everyone, that's just the way it is now. Get used to it." The new world, where blood and dirt stained your body like it was your favourite perfume. Gore, misery, and death now come with the art of survival; everything that you once knew was gone. Scar Jensen, a fighter herself, loses almost everyone she held dear to her heart, that is, until she meets an unlikely group of people. Fighting their way to survive in a world where the odds are always against you, love, tragedy, and heartbreak were inevitable. Who knew that people so different could become so close in the face of death? #1 - zombie survival 11/18/2021 & 05/08/2022 #1 - reedus 11/18/2021 #1 - twdfanfic 12/04/2021 & 04/08/2022 #1 - Daryl 01/14/2022 #1 - Daryldixon 09/05/2022 © All Rights Reserved

-ˏˋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ.ˊˎ- Elodie Price had never heard the soft breeze of the wind or the sound of birds singing in the trees. After losing her older brother and her mother, the world had become grey. Ten years old, and already the universe had stripped her of everything. She couldn't see any reason to keep moving, no one to protect her. The Walkers would find her soon enough. With her hearing loss, she wouldn't even hear them coming. She could barely hear the world screaming around her. Her mother had always been harsh - never quite satisfied with anything Elodie did - and her brother distant. The little bits of love that trickled through, the faint scraps of affection, always seemed to slip through her fingers like water. She didn't belong. Not to them, not to anyone. So when she had come to the conclusion that maybe it was her turn to go, she never expected anyone to care. She never expected anyone to save her. Certainly not someone like Daryl Dixon. 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰; ©𝙙𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 𝙛𝙚𝙗. 𝟭𝟮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: - updates set in season 5 (the earlier chapters truly suck in my opinion, so once you get to like chapter 10 or so it gets better :,P) DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Walking Dead, or its storyline. I only own my orignal characters.

In a broken world, Irene Collins never expected to find safety in someone like Daryl Dixon. But as survival turns into trust, and trust into something deeper, they both begin to learn what to expect out of life - pain, loss, and maybe, against all odds, love. [Season 1 - Season 2] Daryl x OC I DO NOT own any of The Walking Dead characters nor The Walking Dead itself, but I do own some of my characters.

Her name is unknown. Her story is only hers to share. He protected her then, and he'll be there now. She'll hold him together when he wants to fall apart. He will hold her up when life pushes her down.

TRIGGER WARNING : There will be mentions of suicide, miscarriage, and potentially other topics that may be unsettling. Please, read chapters with caution.... There is angst. Blessing and Daryl Dixon began an unlikely friendship online years before the apocalypse. The Princess and The Redneck. A bubbly black woman, who was enamored by Daryl's Instagram full of wilderness. The death of her father brought her across states to finally visit the Dixon, and the connection they'd made is what made her stay. When the apocalypse begins a year later, they're forced to deal with the drama of their new group. Jealousy, denial, regret... Join them on their journey as they try to survive. A Daryl Dixon Love Story Daryl Dixon x OC Season 1- ???

"You left me when I needed you most"

Luke Li transmigrates into the world of The Walking Dead, just three days before the apocalypse begins. Then he awakens the Project Zomboid System. All-profession mastery, blueprint crafting, attribute panels. Everything is maxed out. But the most absurd ability of all is that he can see the buffs above everyone's head. That man who claims he wasn't bitten? [Infected - Mid Stage] That stranger smiling as he offers him water? [Deception] and [Hostility] And Shane, who keeps thinking about stabbing Rick in the back? The [Killing Intent] above his head grows darker by the day. "No one can hide anything from me." Sophia, I'll find you. Hershel, you won't be beheaded. Glenn, Negan's bat will never touch you. And as for Beth... "In this life, you won't die in that damn hospital." A harem survival story with multiple heroines, including Maggie, Beth, Rosita, and Ada Wong. Includes elements from Project Zomboid, Dying Light, Resident Evil, Fear the Walking Dead, and Z Nation.

(Updates every week!) Written out of the perspective of (Y/N) Y/N Monroe had a pretty rough childhood, but she learned to leave the past behind and move on with her life. Adopting a dog and getting a place of her own. Then the world ended. She didn't know it yet, but it would become the best thing that ever happened to her. "Living didn't mean anything to me until I was doing it for you." Daryl Dixon x Reader Fanfiction Season 1-??? I do not own The Walking Dead or its characters. All rights go to AMC. I only own my original characters and storyline additions. This story follows the events of The Walking Dead but includes original scenes

When the world collapses, it doesn't do it quietly. Leon S. Kennedy was an FBI agent twenty-four hours ago. Hungover. Recently dumped. Still trying to prove he wasn't just another badge with good aim. Then the dead stood up. Now Atlanta burns. Armed with only his Silver Ghost, a combat knife he scavenged from a ruined home, and instincts sharpened by something darker than training, Leon finds himself protecting a young girl named Sherry Birkin - daughter of CDC scientists who may know why the world ended. On the road to Atlanta, Leon crosses paths with Kyle Borja - an Atlanta cop who moves like a ghost and cuts like a machine. Katana in hand, customized pistol at his side, Kyle is the only man Leon's ever met who fights like he's already adapted to the apocalypse. Inside the city, survivors are fractured. Power struggles rise. The military has fallen. A tank sits abandoned in the street. And someone is still alive inside it. As alliances form and tensions ignite, Leon must navigate not only the dead - but the living. Old names will appear. Chris. Jill. Claire. Ada. Rick. Shane. But this isn't their canon. This is a harsher version. A bloodier version. A world where: Trust is negotiated with violence. Love is slow-burn and complicated. The dead aren't the only monsters. And Leon Kennedy was never in Raccoon City... but he may be standing at the start of something worse. Survival is only the first problem.

After being discarded by Dr. Samuel Hayden, the Doom Slayer awakens in a world consumed by the dead. But this Earth is not his own. His presence does not go unnoticed as he carves through walker hordes with inhuman ferocity. Survivors-worn, desperate, and divided-struggle against the dead and find a safe place where they can live. Echoes of the past begin to resurface-not just for him, but for those who still remember the world before. Visions of lost loved ones, impossible yet real, begin to blur the lines between memory and reality. And beneath it all, something far worse than the dead or the living stirs in the darkness, a force that threatens to pull at the seams and unravel everything. By the time the truth is revealed, not even death will be an escape. The Doom Slayer does not search for answers. He searches only for his next fight. But in a world where the past refuses to stay buried, even he may not outrun what's coming.

ONGOING Rick 𝖺𝗇𝖽 Paloma 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 new world would throw at them. The last thing they expected was to find solace within one another. If Rick said the sky was blue, Paloma knew it to be green. No matter the case, Paloma found herself to disagree with everything Rick said and vice versa. When Rick takes Paloma hostage, the only thing she's worried about is getting back to her daughter. During this time, they not only find comfort, but they find themselves slowly falling in love. Which was the last thing on their mind. But fate had a funny way of revealing itself, even in the midst of war. EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE SLOW BURN 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖫𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖣𝖤𝖠𝖣 𝖱𝖨𝖢𝖪 𝖦𝖱𝖨𝖬𝖤𝖲 𝗑 𝖥𝖤𝖬!𝖮𝖢 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝟥 - 𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀

Marisol had never felt a parent's love. In the end, it was all she had ever wanted. But by her side she always had her boyfriend, Logan Reyes. He always took care of her, protected her, loved her. When the apocalypse broke out, they were separated. "Run!! Just survive, Mari!" Those were the last words Marisol heard before she ran. Marisol didn't want to leave him, but they had made a promise. "Wherever we are, we will always find each other." And Marisol kept going, because she knew that one day they would meet again. She eventually finds herself in a camp with other survivors, where she begins to form a very special bond with them. But being alone still makes her uncomfortable-like she doesn't belong there. She longs for the kind of love that comes from a parental figure-but will she ever find it? She is certain she will never find someone who loves her the way Logan did... but something unexpected happens. Marisol has to learn how to deal with herself. 🧟 This fanfiction will contain multiple scenes, including strong language, emotional distress, and potentially intense or mature content. Start : 28 May 2026

𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗥𝗵𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗚𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁. 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘆, 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. ➳ ᴍᴀɢɢɪᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ ᴏᴄ -ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ

We all crave something after the world ends. Safety. Forgiveness. A place to belong. Rebecca Greene has spent her life surviving-war, loss, and a world that keeps demanding more than it gives back. When everything falls apart, she finds herself carrying not just her own grief, but the lives and memories of the people who cling to her for safety. Between the dead she can't save and the children she refuses to abandon, Rebecca learns that home isn't a place you return to-it's something you build, piece by fragile piece, out of love, loyalty, and loss. As the world burns and communities rise and fall, Rebecca must decide what she's willing to lose... and what she's willing to fight to keep. This is a story about survival, found family, and the quiet songs we carry when everything else is taken from us. Pre-Apocalypse - Little After Season 11 I reserve all rights to this fanfiction and all original storylines, but the walking dead belongs the showrunners; Frank Darabont, Glen Mazzara, Scott Gimple and Angela Kang OC x Shane Walsh OC x Daryl Dixon OC x OC Trigger Warning Some are straight from the show some are not if you are not comfortable with reading scenes with these included there will be warning above the scenes. There will be mentions of Rape, and Murder including murder and rape scenes

r.espinosa x fem!oc The prison is gone, and whatever sense of safety came with it disappeared too. After surviving alone for weeks, Rocky Carlyn crosses paths with Abraham Ford, Eugene Porter, and Rosita Espinosa - a woman armed with sharp instincts, sharper sarcasm, and a habit of keeping everyone at arm's length. Joining them on the road is supposed to be temporary. At least, that's what Rocky keeps telling herself. But survival has a way of forcing people together. Between dangerous supply runs, empty highways, near-death encounters, and long nights spent trying to outrun the dead, Rocky and Rosita find themselves stuck in a constant push and pull of clashing personalities, biting banter, and feelings neither of them knows what to do with. Rosita doesn't trust easily. Rocky doesn't leave room for attachment. Unfortunately, neither of them is very good at staying unaffected. * Warnings: canon-typical violence, walker gore, injury detail, trauma, grief, emotional slow burn, tension-heavy banter, and two emotionally stubborn women accidentally falling in love during the apocalypse. * The Walking Dead and all related characters belong to Robert Kirkman, Tony Moore, and AMC. This story is a fan-made work created for entertainment purposes only. The plot could also have some slight changes!

I slipped behind a tree, holding my dagger tightly in my hand. Fear shook through me, crawling up my spine like roaches. A man sat on a log eating a squirrel with a clean crossbow in his free hand. He had coldness in his eyes and the sleeves of his shirt were ripped off. He ate slowly, his gip tight on his bow. Something told me.... He knew I was there... NOT THE OWNER OF THE WALKING DEAD, OR CHARACTERS OFF AMC WALKING DEAD

"Stranger" is not a love story. It's a story of drama, fear, anxiety, joy, frenzy, alcohol, and drugs. It's the story of Olivia-a thirty-four-year-old woman born in Rome, now living in New York City. A music professor at Columbia, she moves between lecture halls and underground clubs, swinging between the rigor of her profession and the chaos of her nights. Her life is a constant balancing act. By day, Olivia is composed, magnetic, intelligent-a respected teacher and an artist who helps her students find their voice through music. By night, the city pulls her into its whirlpool: smoke, drugs, dim lights, moving bodies, endless glasses of bourbon. And then there's Norman. A stranger, yet oddly familiar. An unexpected variable in a life Olivia thought had already been written. He's unlike any man she's ever met-unimpressed by her masks, unwilling to settle for the half-truths she feeds everyone else. He's direct, intense... maybe dangerous. Something about him draws her in-and terrifies her at the same time.

In a world full of death, your only death sentence may be love. -- She never believed in "true love" or "love at first sight" but when she met Daryl Dixon her world changed. All rights reserved. It's kinda not good, but I'm working on it and trying my best :))) Also I'm not trying to match the show, just some things are close to like they are in the show. Started: 3-25-2021 Ended: Starts on season 1 :) Daylily upload :)) ON HOLD!! I DONT OWN ANY OF THE MUSIC USED☻ ♡♡♡♡

This is a walking dead fanfic: The end never seems to be what you think it will. When you're young you probably didn't think much of it, maybe you though "I'll be old like grandpa when I go." Then quickly move on with you're life. Maybe you think about it again later as life gets harder, and you get older, "maybe I'll trip and get hit by a bus." Or "maybe I'll die from a heart attack in my 60s". Grim... but not as grime as what the world had to offer now. If you're lucky you starve, maybe you're the first to go, maybe your death is at your own hands. Those are the easiest. Those who can't seem to give up? Those that dispite the world ending, kept going? Our deaths won't be so easy. ---- This is a TWD fanfic/Daryl love fanfic This is a SOFT/SLOW romance, while there might be some stuff going on... It isn't always going to be the focus. There are heavy topics and I aim to create my own version of twd. I don't own it but I own my version and my OCs. Thanks 😊

15 year old Hazel has been alone with her little brother, Charlie, in the apocalypse scavenging for just about anything they can get their hands on since the dead started walking. Hazel and her brother find shelter at a place called Alexandria where Hazel thinks that she can finally stop fighting to stay alive. Things soon get a little more complicated when the Alexandrian's bring another group in from outside. *DISCLAIMER* This story starts in Alexandria (season 5) of The Walking Dead T.V. show so if you're not up to that point you will be confused and spoiled. *I would also like to let my readers know that I do not follow the exact plot of the story in season 5. It is similar to the plot of season 5 but not exactly.* *I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS (OR ORIGINAL PLOT MADE UP BY TWD) FROM THIS FANFICTION IT ALL BELONGS TO AMC/TWD CREATORS EXCEPT THE CHARACTERS THAT I MAKE UP (Hazel, Charlie, etc.) Also please do not copy any original story plots, characters etc...* *I also do not own the pictures that I post throughout the book* PG-13 content. Read at your own risk. I will warn my readers before a dirty scene.