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

"feeling so tired, really falling apart" t.walking dead daryl dixon x fem! oc season 1 - season 11 slow burn start: april 18, 2022 WARNING: any images, videos, gifs that are used in this book do not belong to me unless stated so. this story will include sensitive topics. added characters belong to me...

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- ???

fighting,romantic,intimate

For Iris, the apocalypse arrived in silence. Deaf since birth, she didn't hear the sirens or the screams of the dying in Atlanta. She only felt the bone-shaking rumble of tanks and the frantic pulse of the city's heart failing. Accompanied only by Dusty - a Blue Heeler trained to be her ears - Iris must navigate a landscape where sound is a death sentence and silence is the only sanctuary. When she stumbles upon a fractured group of survivors at a limestone quarry, she finds herself caught between two leaders: a sheriff clinging to the laws of a dead world, and a hunter who understands the music of the earth as well as she does. In a world that has forgotten how to speak, Iris must teach them a new language of survival. Because in the dead zone, it isn't the loudest who survive - it's the ones who know how to listen with their feet.

Different short stories about Daryl Dixon and Reader. • I don't have any rights over the walking dead character's. Only (Y/N) and any other new character.

Some imagines of Daryl Dixon from the walking dead! I hope you guys will like it!!!!!❤️

❝ look who's digging their own grave. ❞ ❝ that's what they all say. ❞ ﹙ the walking dead fanfiction ﹚ ﹙ daryl dixon x oc ﹚ ﹙ season one - season eleven. ﹚ ﹙ started 11/15/20 ﹚ ﹙ note; lowercase intended, story will undergo editing when completed due to mistakes. ﹚ ﹙ finished [ ] ﹚ achieved rankings: #1 in daryl 01/07/21 #7 in thewalkingdead 01/04/21 #10 in twd 03/28/21 #14 in normanreedus 01/07/21 #2 in daryl-dixon 03/07/21 #1 in daryldixonfanfiction 01/30/21 #3 in dixon 07/19/21 #1 in twdfanfiction 10/28/21 ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ; any gifs, images that are used in this book do not belong to me unless stated so. this story will include sensitive topics. added characters belong to me!

In the search for your brother, you get yourself tangled into a new group. Finding yourself getting stuck into many situations with one man in particular. Daryl Dixon. Although you two had a rocky relationship, he found himself lured by you. You haunted him, his mind, his actions. To him, you were nothing but a curse. (This is based after the prison fell. There are slight spoilers to the show.)

"You left me when I needed you most"

To feel dead in the inside. Was the least that concern him. [The Walking Dead Season 5 - 11 Started: February 3rd, 2024 Ended: n/a ]

"You wanted me to be here!!" she exclaims, spitting up the last of the bile from her mouth. "Why'd you want me here, anyhow?! You didn't answer my damn question." She looks over her shoulder, watching as he gets up off the ground, wiping off his knife before sticking it back in its hilt. He takes a moment, pondering his thoughts before shrugging. "You're the only one who kind of knows what they're doing. Even though you're sick all the time." "Then get me some fucking Pepto and I'll be perfect, lover boy." Daryl Dixon x Female OC

Through your eyes I see A smile you bring to me To your joy, I tether Not a lot, just forever Intertwined, sewn together Like the rock bears the weather Not a lot, just forever in which a hat wearing boy falls in love with a farm girl DISCLAIMER: although i wish i did i do not own twd or the characters i only own Annabeth and anyother character i may add in the future, Robert Kirkman and all of the amazing people who made twd happen own it and i do not no matter how much i wish i did. carl grimes s2-s11 started: may 12, 2026 finished: ? rewritten: ?

After losing everyone she ever loved, Rowan has spent weeks alone wandering through frozen woods where silence is often more terrifying than the dead. With little food, nowhere safe to hide, and winter closing in around her, survival has become nothing more than staying alive one more day. She unexpectedly stumbled upon a situation that would change her life forever, all because of one man, whose name is Daryl Dixon. What begins as survival between strangers slowly becomes something neither of them expected. As danger closes in and the world around them grows more brutal, threats and betrayal slowly turn into trust, loyalty, and something far deeper. But in a world where love can get you killed, Rowan and Daryl must decide if opening their hearts is worth risking the little they have left.

"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.

Book 1 of the Library children series In a world defined by the harsh silence of the dead, Daryl Dixon finds his solitary life transformed by two children-the fierce, protective Leila and her younger brother, Noel. As they carve out a fragile sanctuary within the walls of Alexandria, a haunting presence from the woods begins to stir, leaving behind cryptic offerings that bridge the gap between a lost past and an uncertain future. The Wings and the Anchor is a story of survival, the unbreakable bonds of blood, and the families we choose when the world falls apart. It explores the heights of maternal sacrifice and the steady strength of a man who becomes a father in every way but name, proving that even in the apocalypse, the heart can find its way home.

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 😊

Daryl and Beth have both escaped the the prison together. Daryl has been hiding his feelings for her and she has been hiding them from him. Their relationship excels quickly as they try to find the rest of the group. ( first book so im gonna do my best)

It was an unholy disadvantage, one that surprisingly hadn't killed Monet in this world. The utter darkness she lived in, unable to see anything. She hated everything about it. Daryl however was glad she couldn't see him, he didn't want her to see him the way everyone else did. He was glad he could make himself whatever he wanted to be in her eyes. ******** Obviously I do not own any of the characters from The Walking Dead, I am only using them as reference.