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[lazyneonrabbitt]

His girls

Daryl Dixon x Original female characters.

Two new girls find a dog, and their very handsome owner.

This is a 3rd person fic featuring my TWD self insert Sherry, and @murdadixon's Tabby. No xReader for this one.

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Daryl couldn't find his dog.

No matter how he called or whistled around the street, the damn mutt would not show his face. So Daryl set out to find him by scent. He quickly caught on and followed his trail around the block, only to round the corner and find him in the front yard of the new arrivals. 

He was belly up on the grass, wagging his tail and being cuddled and scratched by the two girls that Aaron had brought in yesterday on a quick one-man scout trip. As his partner he had gotten updated on the fact but he hadn't seen them in person yet.

But they were good with Dog, so that was a bonus. Now he wouldn't have to always ask Carol to babysit him if he went out for too long.

Daryl stepped up to the girls and cleared his throat, having them both snap their heads up and quickly remove their hands from the animal. 

"We're sorry, sir!" The blonde one spoke fast, hands up in apology.

"Yeah. Didn't know he belonged to someone." The redhead added, mimicking the other's stance.

A low chuckle left the man before he spoke. "S'alrigh. He weren't respondin' but now I get why tha' is." He kept standing around with his hands in his pockets as he couldn't help but notice the way thw girls were staring him up and down. 

"Ya wanna babysit 'em when I go out huntin'?" The two quickly agreed. Having a dog around would surely make settling into the new community a lot easier. 

"Name's Daryl, by the way." They all exchanged names and Daryl gave them some more info on the community and names, together with descriptions of people to find in case they needed something and set off to prepare for his hunting trip. 

Back inside the house the two were talking, guessing and questioning things about their new home, but also happily gushing over the very handsome dog owner from earlier. 

Some time later a woman came by, offering to take them to the community's inventory space and let them pick out some clothes and necessities. "Hi, you're Carol, right?" The lady was happily greeted from the kitchen by the red haired woman, only for the other one to peek her head around the living room corner and chime in too. "Yeah! Daryl told us to find you if we needed anything."

Again, the duo was met with a kind smile but taken a little by surprise as one of them quipped. "He your husband?" 

Carol put a hand to her mouth as she laughed. "Oh, no dear. He's my best friend. He came by to make sure I'd check in on you. See if you were doing okay while you wait on Deanna's word." 

The girls ended up tagging along on a small tour of the community, being shown the larger important areas like the infirmary, inventory and the pantry. Before they went on their trek back to the house they went to pick up their needed items.

Later that day they were met by Deanna, who officially welcomed them into the community and would be assigning them both a job in the upcoming days. 

As the first week ended, Sherry, the blonde girl, had gotten a job at the inventory, repairing any damaged pieces of clothing that came in or patching up curtains, blankets and towels.

Tabby, the redhead had gotten a job at the pantry next door to help Olivia with her job that was becoming a little too much for just one person, making sure inventory was kept and no one took too much off the shelves. 

The girls stayed together that way and quickly became a part of the community.

Thanks to quickly becoming friends with Daryl by dogsitting so often, they were given the option to live with him, since after Carol moved to the Kingdom, his house was almost empty anyways. 

The three of them talked about it and agreed it'd work out fine and within the week after that they both moved in.

Two weeks in their new community and they were living with the gorgeous old man and his adorable dog. 

"Don't think hitting the jackpot was still a thing during the apocalypse." Tabby called from the stovetop. 

"Besides stumbling on a truckload of food, you mean." Sherry called back from the couch, where she was frankensteining a warm hoodie out of old scraps.

The two laughed around together until Daryl came home, announcing he'd be leaving on a multiple day hunting trip. Something about seeing better at night with the full moon up. 

The girls agreed to care for Dog while he was gone, and he brought back quite the amount of game. 

And the next full moon he left again, and brought back a nice haul.

The next moon, the same tale. 

They also learned he was allergic to chocolate. Carol brought cookies on her visits and made sure to tell them not to eat the ones without chocolate since they were specifically made for Daryl. 

"I'm pretty sure I saw him snack on a raw piece of squirrel when he was cutting one up last week." Tabby sat on the couch with her nose in a book. 

"I'm almost entirely convinced he's a werewolf." Sherry shoved a notepad over the book.

"Look, all signs are there." Her voice was a little too excited, but the redhead had to admit her friend had a very clear analysis written down and all points did come together to the same conclusion. 

"So, what now? You wanna sit him down and show him your notes?" 

The blonde shrugged. "I mean, why not?" 

The worst thing that could happen was her being wrong and things being awkward for a while. But she was so convinced she was being right that she couldn't see that happen. 

So the next time he got ready for his hunting trip Sherry spoke up. 

"You know you can just tell us you're a werewolf, right? No need to use weird excuses for your full moon runs." 

Daryl had stopped dead in his tracks at her words. Obsessively retracing his steps to figure out how they could have figured it out. But now his clearly panicked state gave him away, and sighed in defeat. "Aigh', how'dya figure it out?" 

Before Sherry could talk, Tabby had jumped up. "Wait, for real?" She let out an excited squeal. "Show us, pleasee?"

Daryl took a step back, still stuck being caught so off guard by two women who only knew him for a few months.

"She means we'd love to see you be your real self, no need to hide when we're around. Snack on squirrels if you're hungry, we don't care." A notepad covered in detailed writing was handed to him and he looked it over. His brows raising with how impressed he was she had managed to gather all this info before coming to the right conclusion. 

"M'still goin' on tha hunt. Talk after, yeah?" Two nods let him know it was all good, and he went out with a much more calm feeling this time around, knowing he'd have them waiting back at home no matter what. 

So he hunted in the surrounding forest, now feeling like he was being truly useful and not disgusting for once. 

Not that he had issues with being a werewolf, he just hated always having to be careful and hide it all the time. 

But now he could be home whenever he wanted, even when his mind howled at him and he had a hard time hiding his claws and fangs. 

He hunted more this run. Brought back two deer and a nice stash of rabbits and squirrels. He almost caught a boar too but he let it go to get a stray walker away from his deer.

Back home the two women had prepared him a nice meal as a peace offering. An apology for catching him so off guard before he left. 

Never in his life had he felt so welcome, but this was his home now. Him and his two girls. 

His girls.

No, the girls that he shared a home with. Not his girls. 

But they were his girls. His mind told him so. That night in bed he dreamt. He watched as they cuddled up with Dog, giving him head scratches and belly rubs as his vision slowly distorted and he saw his own shifted self in place of his canine companion. The blonde rubbed her tits against his muzzle as the other stroked his cock as she rubbed herself on his thigh.

He woke up panting, feeling like he was about to shift. From a goddamn wet dream..

He spent longer in his downstairs bedroom that morning. Although they said he'd be food to walk around how he wanted, he didn't want his fangs to be on display or his claws to be out but no matter what he tried it wouldn't fade. At least he wasn't painfully hard anymore.

He gave himself a pep talk before heading up to the main floor and praying the girls were out already. 

"Hey Dee, wow." Tabby gave the man a once over, seeing his clawed hand as he raked it through his messy hair and offering him the drink she had gotten for herself. "Rough night?" 

Daryl only grumbled in response before downing the drink and heading out to the back porch for a smoke. 

And of course there he ran into the other cause of his annoyance. Sherry happily cooing at his dog as she brushed out his tangled fur.

"You look like the full moon hasn't decided to leave just yet, dude. Why not sleep in?" She suggested as she followed his figure sitting down and lighting up a smoke and grumbling some more. He disliked speaking with his fangs out.

"You can always just shift all the way to let out the frustration. You know, like a reset button." It wasn't something he had thought of before, and was now contemplating to do so. 

"Just let us watch. Tabby'd be over the moon." 

Oh how he hated that they were getting what they wanted and it being good for him too.. But he agreed and led her back inside and calling Tabby over.

"S'yer lucky day I guess. Sit." And without question they sat. 

In front of them Daryl had dropped to his knees and let the change take over. Deep, growling breaths filled the room as he became more beast than man in mere seconds and eventually was fully transformed. He watched his housemates on the couch as they stared, wide eyed and squirming. Thighs rubbing together as they stared. Downward?

His cock stood at full attention thanks to the source of his frustration. 

But neither of the girls was staring in disgust.

No, the absolute opposite.

They were interested. Their arousal was clear as day and he wasn't entirely sure how to respond. 

"Want help with that, big boy?" 

"I'll go lock the doors." 

Both women were on their feet within seconds as Daryl sat there, processing the whole situation but not really getting to before he was being touched all over. "Just move us to where you want us, yeah?" A soft nod let them know he understood as he laid on his back. 

One large paw went to tug at Tabby's sweats as the other one pawed at Sherry's top. 

The hint was clear as they undressed and waited for his next order.

Within moments he had them both settled like he saw in his dreams. His thigh soaked as one grinded herself down on it and a wet pair of tits against his muzzle, his thick tongue lapping at her nipples and a rough paw pad rubbing at her clothed pussy.

Their combined moans and the feeling of their hands around his shaft were so good it didn't last long before he spilled all over his stomach. He helped them both over the edge as well before relaxing back onto the floor and pulling them both close to him. 

From that moment on his two housemates did become His girls. A mutual agreement between the three of them.

More fun was had whenever one of them had a bad day, or when they were all in the mood. In both human and shifted form neither of the girls backed down and had their fun with him. 

He really had hit the jackpot. 

He was almost done with the day, stepping onto his porch as he caught one of the girls' voice saying something very interesting.

He knew he shouldn't, bjt he couldn't help but eavesdrop

"Man.. I wish I could have his puppies." Tabby slumped on the couch, tired after a long workday. 

"I mean, if you want I can carry it for ya?" Sherry came in too, offering her a plate of food. "Would you do that? Thought that shit scared you so much." The redhead happily chowed down on the meal, offering thanks between spoonfuls.

"Babies? Never in my life. Puppies? No problem with those." She offered her friend a kind smile. "Besides, that's what friends do. Being surrogate moms for their besties? We'll have to go ask around for a breast pump and a bottle though. So you can at least bottle feed the furball."

Daryl had a hard time containing his excitement, but managed to calmly smoke another cigarette before going into the house, pretending he didn't hear any of that.

Between then and the day Daryl left for his next full moon hunting trip Tabby and Sherry puzzled together a list of needed items, from vitamins to the breast pump and bottle, to maybe some nice stretchy pants or maternity clothes.

All while Daryl waited for them to ask him about the one thing that had been screwing with his focus for over a week now. 

With his stuff packed and ready to leave he was stopped by a hand with a piece of paper smacked against his arm, a flushed Tabby beside him who hid her face behind her hair.

"W'sthis?" He took the paper and went to unfold but another smacked hand stopped him. "List for Sherry and me. Please open it when you're outside the walls, okay?" 

Daryl mumbled something about strange women and their words, but he agreed and pocketed the paper. He kissed her goodbye and set out to find Sherry at her workplace before leaving on his trip.

Sherry was easily found in her workplace and was informed of the secret little list he was given, said his goodbyes and now left for the gates.

As soon as Daryl was out on the main road he stopped his bike and took the small paper from his pocket. Its contents had been mulling around in his mind ever since he touched it.

But he wouldn't have guessed this was how his girls would have played their cards. 

The list was full of baby stuff. And underlined in red sat those two things he heard them talk about. 

His hunting would have to be delayed for a bit. His first stop was Hilltop. 

He thanked the baby doctor for his donation and caught up with Maggie before setting out again, leaving a large deer at their gate as a thanks that same night. He hunted and stashed his kills for the remainder of his time and took quick runs into nearby areas to scout for the listed items. 

He had a large backpack with his girls' items and a good amount of meat gathered at the edge of the woods near the Alexandria gates.

His excitement to return home was clear as he returned earlier than usual, dropping the animals that hadn't been retrieved yet off at the pantry and heading for his house immediately after.

Welcomed by his girls he dumped the bag on the coffee table, right in front of them. 

"Ya girls planned on askin' me nicely?" 

It was clear they weren't gonna say a word, so he was just gonna ask a million yes or no questions even though he knew the answers already.

He found it crazy how they could so openly talk about it with each other but as soon as he asked they'd be all flustered and shy about it.

"So ya want pups." A set of nods meant yes.

"And yer too scared ta ask?" More nodding.

He gave his next question some thought. He wasn't needed in the community for the next two days as those were his given resting days. And since they were both home it meant they had nowhere to be either. 

"Wanna head upstairs?" 

Sherry shrugged and got up to follow while Tabby stayed behind. 

"You too," Daryl stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Yer as much part'a this as her." 

Daryl treated his girls equally. Always making sure they got just as many kisses and cuddles. Naptime was always shared and he always made sure both of them were all the way asleep and comfortable before passing out in between them at night.

But of course he also made sure they both came at least twice, three times each before finishing himself. Twice ofcourse. 

And that's how every moment they had together was spent for the next week. Up in the largest bedroom, round after round untill Tabby was too sore and fucked out, and Sherry was pregnant.

Daryl had permanently moved into the main house now, staying at their side whenever he wasn't out.

It was a known fact Daryl wasn't human, but that was all good as long as he stayed human within the walls and outside his home. And people had already started catching on about the two new girls being together with him as he never cared to hide  how he felt for them. Some found it weird and had their opinions, but they knew better than to voice them openly. 

But now one of them was pregnant, and people were concerned about her. 

Did she want it? Was it planned? Was it even healthy? Wasn't the other one jealous?

Those questions didn't last long, though. They faded quickly after a little incident at the pantry when Sherry, with her bump clearly visible by now, came to pick up some extra food and Tabby and her overheard whispers coming from others nearby.

Tabby was working so she could only kindly request they take their items and leave, but Sherry and her hormones weren't having it and snapped at them, making a bigger scene than necessary but not caring at all because someone dared to badmouth her family and she wasn't gonna let that slide.

She had rounded the shelf in seconds and snapped at the women. 

"How about you keep your nose out of our business and spend more time with it up your husband's ass so he won't have to grope a different girl each week huh?" 

Tabby hid a laugh behind her hands while the women loudly gasped at the insult. 

The offended one huffed. "Well." She puffed out her chest and stood tall. "You two sleep with nasty monsters." She scoffed at the two as the other middle aged, probably high class before, woman backed her up with an even less insulting remark. 

Now both of the girls laughed out loud. "Wow she really got us there." The sarcasm dripped off the words like venom. "Yeah, wow. Tabby, why didn't you tell me our man wasn't human?" Their laughs came from deep as they kept talking. "Our sweet, loyal beast." The emphasis on 'loyal' was strong, and a clear jab at the woman's cheating husband. 

Daryl had long made his entrance to the scene, staying back with a wide grin on his face as he watched his girls stand up for themselves and tear into the other women with nothing but truths and observations. 

Olivia had made her way into the pantry as well, now shooing both duos out of the door. At least Sherry got her items and Tabby now got the rest of the day off. 

Their happy giggles continued as they stepped onto the street, Daryl joining them only seconds later. "Yer insane, the both of ya." He fell into step in between them and moved to kiss both their cheeks. "Thanks fer defendin' me. Them old hags dun' like me very much."

It was a fun but tiring event, and the three of them called dog upstairs with them and piled on the bed for cuddles and some much needed rest.

The next month and a half passed quickly. And with some careful communication the trio had made a trip to Hilltop and get an ultrasound done and got the greatest news.

Although it did spike Sherry's anxiety, she was over the moon when the screen showed not one, but two little squirmy pups. "Look at that! One little nugget for both of us in one go!" Tabby happily but cautiously hugged her friend as Daryl shared encouraging words and praise. 

The way back home went by a lot quicker with the three all buzzing with excitement.

Luckily there wasn't much more waiting to be done as the last week approached fast. 

Bedrest sucked a little less with a dog always at her side and two adorably concerned people in the house making sure she was doing okay. All the time. Up to the second her water broke.

When her contractions had started Daryl had sent Tabby to fetch some items they'd need from the infirmary and got back as fast as possible to not miss anything. 

It took almost an entire day but eventually both pups were out and nursing. 

With both pups asleep, Sherry laid in bed. She kept nodding off while she tried to focus on pumping some more milk. She didn't want to keep nursing them both and risk them not imprinting on Tabby as their mother. 

Tabby, who laid next to her in bed, two pups snuggled against her bare skin. 

Daryl was all over the place, cleaning up the mess and making sure there'd be enough food prepped and up for grabs. No matter how bad he wanted to lay in bed with his girls and pups, he was going to make sure every needed task was done before resting. 

This went on for days. The girls spending all their time with the pups as Daryl made quick work of needed things and joined them afterwards.

He came from the kitchen with three bowls of stew balanced in his hands and set them out on the coffee table. They were still too hot to eat immediately so he took his time to settle down between his girls who were lovingly feeding their pups, both having picked their favorite momma. 

They had really hit the jackpot here in their home in Alexandria.

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[esmesketch]

♥ Valentine's Day commission for @finding-comfort-in-rain ♥

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[loganlostitall]

Literally if Daryl texted my OC 😭

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[artsyanapink]

2023-2018 redraw 🤗❤️

I'm a simp after all these years 😳

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[fanfictilltheend]

Long Time No See (Negan Smith/You *OC of @ravenrose18 *)

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A/N: Hi this is my first request ever so be kind lol. This is @ravenrose18 's OC and I hope I did them justice!

Warnings: cursing

Summary: Y/N is Negan's best friend from pre-apocalypse but they got separated at the start of it. When Negan gets let out of prison and goes back to The Sanctuary they find each other again.

It’s nearly sundown, but you finally made it to that place that you’d only heard whispers of: The Sanctuary. Or what was left of it. You’d traveled across the country on a string of rumors and terrifying myths until you had found where a man named Negan was supposed to rule. 

But it was abandoned now, red rust and decay covering the building. You were too late. You look at the decimated makeshift town that used to exist and wonder if that means Negan is dead and gone now too. You pray he’s not. 

You explore the factory floor, hoping for some clue to appear to lead a path back to your best friend, but everything you see is withering away or gone. You could sob with disappointment.

“FUCK!” A loud voice yells distantly, “You stupid motherfucking carcass piece of shit!”

Is that?

There’s no way.

Squelch.

It sounds like someone is killing a walker with a long, blunt instrument in the courtyard.

“Yeah, fuck you!” The voice yells. 

“Negan?” you try, rounding the corner to where the voice is coming from. 

“Who the fuck is there?” The voice asks.

And then you see him: there’s Negan. He’s older, yes, his hair is shorter, sure, and he’s not holding the famed baseball bat he’s supposed to carry, but instead a bloody lead pipe. He’s got on a grey shirt and a leather jacket and the most confused expression you’ve ever seen him carry. A dead walker lies at his feet. 

“Y/N?” he whispers, looking totally shocked. “Nah, this ain’t real. It can’t be. I have motherfucking lost it. Motherfucking hallucinations and all!”

“No, Negan, it’s real. It’s me,” you say, tears in your eyes. “I thought you were dead. Your house back home was burnt to the ground! But then I heard you were the leader here and I came, but–”

“Key word: was, princess. I’m a goddamn nobody now. Everything has gone to shit here. I was captured by a stronger group. I’m not even supposed to be out here right now. And then you just show up out of the blue. I really must be losing it!”

“What do I have to do to prove I’m real?” you shout. “Do I have to show you the goddamn tattoos we got together? Way back when?”

He smiles.

“Okay, maybe you are real. Can I hug you?” He asks.

“Of course,” you tell him and he closes the gap between you two and you melt into each other’s arms.

“What about Lucille?” you ask, thinking you know the answer.

“Cancer got her,” he says very sadly, pulling away. You almost feel sorry for bringing it up. 

“I’m so sorry, Negan. She was a great woman.”

“Goddamn right she was. Hey, you still got that necklace I gave you!” He smiles, reaching for the pendant.

“Duh, of course,” you tell him, holding up the rose-shaped piece. “It helped me keep going through all of this bullshit.”

Negan looks like that makes him happy.

“I knew you were still around and kicking,” he impresses. “I knew that despite everything you’ve been through, you’d still be around. What happened to your parents?”

You look down at the ground as the past begins to whirl around inside you.

“I killed them.”

“Good riddance.” Negan sneers. “Those abusive pieces of shit! I woulda done it myself if I had the chance.” 

You smile a little.

“Let’s get out of here,” you say. “This place isn’t what it once was, I can tell. The stories I heard about you, Negan. Some I hope are true and others I’m not sure I want to know.”

“I’ve done a lot of shit since this whole end-of-the-world business started,” Negan tells you gravely. “I regret a lot of it. I was fucked up by grief and my own ego. But I’m a better man now. That’s why I have to leave ya.”

“WHAT?” you boom.”We just found each other! What the hell do you think you’re talking about?”

“I’m on a mission, Y/N. I gotta kill some real bad people. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you in the process of it. I can show you a town where you’ll be safe called Alexandria, but then we have to part ways.”

“And you could die? On this mission?” 

He doesn’t answer right away.

“It’s possible,” he nods gravely.

“Then I’m not leaving you,” you say. 

“You, honey, are not going to be easy to persuade, I can tell,” Negan smirks. “But maybe if I do some better explaining, you’ll see why I have to do this shit alone. Still got that motorcycle I gave ya?” “Yeah, duh,” you nod, sure that nothing Negan can say will get you to leave him again. 

“Let’s set up camp somewhere much less depressing than here,” Negan proposes. “And you can tell me about all the badass things I’m sure you’ve done since the world turned to shit!”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

A/n: thanks for reading! Check out my other work below. LMK if you have a request or prompt for me!

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[kiruvry]

all men know nowadays is live through the zombie apocalypse eat hot chip kiss other men and lie

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[jemmalynette]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2023

Day Twelve: The Final Girl

It’s all come down to this, the last stand. There’s two people left, or at least two important people left; the killer and the final girl. She’s fought tooth and nail, and grief has made way for rage. At first she was just another potential victim, now she’s in the killers way and she won’t go down easy. In the beginning she just wanted to survive, but like Laurie Strode now she wants revenge. Which oc becomes the monsters monster?

Ali Christopher as The Final Girl

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[curlymantis]

I commissioned @tommieglenn to draw my girl Mary and Negan pre apocalypse. Mary’s having a little moment where she’s reminiscing! 🥺💖

Once again thank you so so much!!! I love it :D

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The Walking Dead OC sketchdump / mini comic

Alli (pronounced All-ee) and Buttercup (her pet alligator) met the group at Gabriel's church at the beginning of season 4

Close up and transcript under the cut

Alli : At least one of us got a full belly

Carol : Hey, I made venaison soup ... thought you might want some

Alli : Well I won't turn down a homemade meal but you sure you want to give it to me ? Your friends don't seem to ... like me

Alli : I mean I understand you don't know me, and Buttercup doesn't help

Carol : It will take some time for us to trust you ... So in the meantime why don't you tell me a bit about yourself ?

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[fallingfavourites]

okay i need some help pls

so i've been having this fanfic plot idea for a while now, its been slowly brewing in my mind. and i want to persue it i just dont know if anyone would be interested. so basically reader/oc would be rick and lori's daughter (could be adopted) but she wouldn't be with the group until Alexandria. so it wouldn't exactly follow the shows plot until then. (it would also mean i need to make a lot of stuff up which might be inaccurate so you'll just have to bear with me) i dont want to spoil too much about it (also because im still work shopping the idea myself) but the general plot will be angsty, reader/oc snuck out the night that everything happens to hangout with her friends (all other ocs) and wont know that her family is alive until Alexandria and in there i will also introduce other ocs reader will be bisexual!! i would probably cross post this on wattpad/a03 and here. wattpad will definitly be an oc, a03 will most likely be reader and on here it could be both idk yet anyway why im here its just purely would anyone be intrested in this? cause i fear grimes!reader/oc is a bit overdone but i do really want to write this (there is also a big chance that i will abandon this for weeks idk im trying not to tho! just dont expect much please)

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[psych0ruinz]

i know my twd oc connor would NOT be well liked if they were an actual canon character.... like everything about them is apathetic to others and aggressively morally grey. just a hater of a character and would be mid 60s when everything starts. like old and a morally grey selfish hater?!?! tbf i made connor exactly the type of character i get obsessed with. like selfisly apathetic morally grey microbiologist?!?! sign me up. and i did sign myself up. love a guy who is hated while never doing anything truly reprehensible..

#oc: connor #twd oc #the walking dead oc #twd #the walking dead

[myocsfanfictions]

The Road Ahead of Us - TWD (Season 2)

The Walking Dead Fanfiction

MASTERLIST

They had left Atlanta behind, trying to reach Fort Benning; but during an apocalypse nothing ever goes at it is planned. Sarah and Nicolette will have to face new challenges and dangers. How will they survive?

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Chapter 30

SARAH

"You made it work!" Nicki had told her as she got inside and Sarah started to drive. She had to make it back to the house, she was not sure how long the car would have worked.

"You're so dead after this!" Sarah exclaimed as she did her best to avoid the walkers, "What were you thinking?!"

"Can you leave the lecture for another time?" Nicki said as she looked outside, "We gotta find Carl and Rick!"

Sarah kept driving, trying to go towards the house, but the walkers were so many, and she could not put down all of them. She would have not risked them to get stuck in that situation.

"Alright," Sarah said, her hands gripping on the wheel. Daryl was right, they could not stay at the farm. Sarah had to find a way to reach the road.

"Nicolette, take that rope behind you," she said.

"What?" she heard Nicki ask as she avoided another walker.

"Take the rope!" she exclaimed. That car didn't go fast, not as much as she wanted, but it'll do.

"The fuck, why is it wet?" Nicki cursed.

"It's gasoline," Sarah said trying to keep the car steady, "Tie the ends to two arrows, we can buy all of them some time, so that we could leave."

"Leave the farm?" Nicki asked.

"Place is lost," Sarah said with heavy heart, "Defending it would only mean being killed," She had really hoped that the farm could become their new home. A secure place, were to live togheter and grow. A place where they could have a pale imitation of a normal life. But there was not such place. Nobody was ever safe.

"Alright," Nicki muttered as she tied the rope around two of her arrows. Sarah nodded her head. They had to go away. Her mind went to Glenn, hoping that he was alright. She thought of Lori, hoping that she decided to leave the house as well with Carol. She hoped that Rick and Carl were somewhere safe. And she thought of Daryl. And she so hoped that she would have seen him again.

"This is crazy, you know that?" Nicki said, and Sarah nodded her head.

With all her friends in mind, Sarah turned the car around. She would have drive in the middle of the herd, trying to held back as much walkers as possible, maybe they could buy the other some time, before heading out.

"Go," Sarah said to her sister, that climbed out of the window, sitting on it, so that she could aim her bow, from the top of the car. Sarah looked at a walker falling on the ground, the arrow in its chest. Sarah kept driving as Nicki shot another arrow, in the skull on another walker. The rope tensed, bringing down maybe a dozen of walkers.

As Nicki was getting back inside, Sarah stopped the car taking out a lighter that she had found in the shed, when she started the car, she turned it on and throw it against the walkers. As the fire hit the rope, it immediately starte to burn, thanks to the gasoline. Those walkers got on fire and the one behind them get attracted by the light, leaving them the space to leave the farm.

Sarah took a look at the farm from the rearview mirror and the sight made her cry. The barn was almost ashes, the walkers kept walking towards the house and she could not see anyone. Were they alright? Were they alive?

"How long can we go with this?" Nicki asked, her tone flat.

"We'll go as long as we can," Sarah answered drying her tears with her hand. She was terrorized. What was going to happen now? They were alone, with nowhere to go. Where could she bring her sister? Where could they be safe?

"Do you think they survived?" Nicki asked looking out.

Sarah had to keep a sob inside. The thought of all those people that she really cared about was terrify. She felt heartbroken. She wanted her friends with her, she needed her group. Glenn, Rick, Lori, Andrea, T-Dog, Carol, Shane and Daryl...

"Don't wander around," had been the last thing the man had said to her. She had started to deeply care for him, and she really hoped that he was alright. That they would have seen eachother again.

They drove in silence and the sun started to appear at the orizon. Where was she going? She could not leave the others behind. She could not go on with only the hope for them to be alive.

"Where would they go?" Sarah asked her sister at some point.

"What do you mean?" she asked, turning to look at her.

"If they were alive, where would they go?" Sarah asked. They were a group, a family. Whoever was alive would have want to meet with the others. They would have surely searched for a gatering place.

"The Highway," Nicki said, "It was the last place where we've been together," Sarah let out a breath. A lot of things happened after they arrived on that highway. That made sense. She didn't knew Georgia, and her reference points were very few. They Highway was one of those.

"Where do I have to go?" Sarah said, turning to her sister, "Can you find the way back there?" Nicki nodded her head, before starting to give Sarah instructions to where she had to go.

Sarah followed the indications given by her sister. She wanted to blame the stressed state she was in, but she didn't recognize a single road that Nicki was pointing at. Sarah trusted her sister, and she was to scared that when they arrived there, no one would be there. The no one would ever came.

"You think they are there?" Nicki asked quietly.

Sarah took a deep breath, "I have too," she said.

Her heart beat faster as they arrived at the highway. The same grave yard that they had met the first time. But she kept going, trying to find the point where they had left the supplies for Sophia.

"Sarah..." Nicki muttered, pointing on the other side of the road from them. Sarah let out a sobb, when she noticed the green car and the blue pick up. They were there. Nicki opened the door, and Sarah thanked God letting out another sob before exiting herself.

Rick had walked towards Nicki, bringing her into an hug. Making sure she was alright. Nicki saw Lori and Carl, moving closer as well as Nicki nodded her head. Then Sarah's eyes noticed Daryl getting up from his bike, looking in her direction, his eyes wide. Seeing him there making let her out another sobb and before she could stop herself she was running towards the man, throwing her arms around his neck when she got closer. She could not help but crying seeing him alive. Daryl's body went stiff as she hugged him, crying against his shoulder.

"I'm so happy to see you," she said, her hands gripping the cloth of his vest. Sarah had really thought that she would have never seen him again, and the others as well. She had felt so lost. She cared about all of them, she really felt them as close as family and she wasn't ready to lose another. Not again.

Suddenly she felt Daryl's arm moving aroung her waist, and she let out a content sigh.

"I thought I told ya not ta wander around," he muttered, and she nodded.

"I know," she said, "But I couldn't stay back, I had to try to find my sister," Sarah felt bad for having lied to him, but she had no choice. Nicolette was her sister and she couldn't have never lived with herself knowing that she didn't even tried to look for her.

"Ya did," he said gently, making her eyes went wide. Sarah moved just a little so that she could look at the man in the eyes. In his gaze there was no sign of anger, he was looking at her softly, somewhat relieved. And Sarah's smile grew larger, as some tears left rolled down her cheeks.

"Ya alright?" he asked, and she nodded.

"You?" Daryl was biting the side of his lip, before looking down with a little smile, nodding his head. Sarah obsereved him for a moment. He had finally revealed himself for the man he truely was, and she was glad.

"You actually made it work!" Glenn's voice made her move away from Daryl, before being hugged by her friend.

Sarah left a giggle, "I told you I could do it," she said.

"I never doubt that," he said. Sarah give him a kiss on the cheek, before Rick approaced towards her, Nicki close behind.

"We thought you didn't make it," Rick said putting a hand on Sarah's shoulder, "I'm glad we were wrong," her hand moved to cover his, give it a gentle squeeze. She then hugged Lori, and shared a smile with Carol and T-Dog. Then she glanced towards Maggie, nodding at her, both happy to see eachother alive. But then she noticed that Shane was not there. And she didn't see even Andrea. Or Jimmy and Patricia.

"Where's the rest of us?" Daryl asked and Sarah noticed the smile disapper from Rick's face.

The man took a breath before answer, "We are the only ones who made it so far," Sarah looked down.

Were they dead?

"Shane?" Lori asked with shaky voice. But Rick did not give an answer, he just shook his head, his gaze on the ground. Sarah covered her mouth with her hand and when she turned to Nicki, she noticed her sister sharing a look with Carl. They didn't seem surprised by what they were saying, but the saddness in their eyes was evident.

Sarah could not believed Shane had died. He had changed in the last weeks, but he was a friend, and she never thought that he could die. Shane was strong, he knew how to defend himself, he seemed ready for everything. But maybe no one was ever ready for what they were living.

"Andrea?" Glenn asked, but this time it was Carol who spoke.

"She saved me, then I lost her," she explained.

"We saw her go down," T-Dog informed them saddly.

"Oh God..." Sarah muttered. Andrea was gone too. She felt tears in her eyes again, but for a very different reason then before.

"Patricia?" Hershel asked.

"They got her, too," Beth sobbed from next to her father, "Took her right from me, I was... I was holdin' onto her, Daddy," Sarah's heart clanched at the sight. That poor girl had been living in a constant nightmare since the farm. Her believes had fallen apart, then her home, now even her friend died in front of her.

"What about Jimmy?" Beth asked, "Did you see Jimmy?" Sarah looked at everyone.

Not her boyfriend as well, she prayed.

"He must have been the one in the RV," Nicki said from next to Carl, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes were looking at Beth saddly.

Oh no, Sarah thought.

"Yeah..." Rick muttered looking at Nicki, before turning towards Beth, "He was in the RV. It got overrun."

Jimmy was so young, few years older then Sarah. To die like that. Alone. No one should have died like that, with no way out, alone.

"You definitely saw Andrea?" Carol asked, her attention on Lori and T-Dog.

"They were walkers everywhere," at Lori's answer, Sarah's eyes widened.

"Did you see her?" Carol asked again.

There was no answer at her question.

"So you didn't see her get bit or dead?" Sarah asked with hope. If they didn't, she might have been still alive.

"I'm gonna go back," Daryl said making his way towards his bike. Sarah's gaze followed him. She didn't want for him to go back, but what if Andrea was alive, maybe wounded? What if she needed their help?

"Don't go alone," Sarah said, but Rick stopped Daryl.

"We can't just leave her," Daryl said looking at the sheriff with a frown.

"We don't even know if she's there," Lori said, but Sarah made a step forward.

"What if she is though?" She asked worried.

"She isn't there. She isn't," Rick said, "She is somewhere else or she's dead. There's no way to find her."

Sarah understood his point of view. After all they all thought about leaving the farm. But Sarah could not stop thinking about a wounded Andrea, she wanted to be sure that she had died. She didn't want to leave her.

"So we're not even gonna find her?" Glenn asked in disbelieve.

"We gotta keep moving," Rick stated as a growling sound could be heard, "There have been walkers crawling all over here," as he said so, they all turned to see a walker approach them.

"I say head east," T-Dog said.

"Stay off the main roads," Daryl began to say walking right behind Sarah to take his crossbow, " The bigger the road, the more walkers, more assoholes like this one," then he took some steps ahead, aiming towards the walker, "I got him," she shoot hitting it right in the eye, making him go limp on the ground.

"So we go east," Rick said, "Hershel, Glenn, Beth, Maggie and Carol, you'll ride in the green car," he pointed at the car behind them, "The others in the red one, and Daryl, you take the bike."

Daryl nodded, "I can take one person with me," he said and Rick nodded his head.

"Alright," he said, starting to make his way towards the car. Sarah observed Rick as he walked away. She felt bad for the man; he had just lost his best friend and more people he cared about, everyone knew that he felt resposable for them, it wasn't his fault if things went the way they did.

They all decided to scavange a bit more the cars. They needed gasoline, food and water. Maybe there was something else to find there, or at least she hoped.

"Let's go search for food, Shorty," Nicki said.

"Stay close," Lori said as the two children walked towards a car.

"I'll be where you can see me," Nicolette said as she passed by Sarah.

Sarah observed her sister, she seemed so much older than her years. That made her sad, but somewhat it made her feel more calm. Nicki was an intelligent girl, very mature for her age, and even if she could act impulsively, she never did something that she had not think through. Sarah trusted her.

"Ya one hell of a mechanic, I give ya that," Daryl's voice came from behind her, once she had gone back to her car to take back Dale's screwdriver that she had left there.

"It was not just me," she said tucking the object in the back of her jeans, "Dale and you helped me a lot," but Daryl shook his head.

"The work's yours," she smiled looking up at him.

"Do you want to scavange with me?" She asked, her smile never faiding as he nodded chewing the side of his bottom lip.

They walked for a bit, searching through different cars. They needed gasoline, food and water for the journey. They didn't know for how long they would have been on the road.

Back in the road....

"We really need to find warmer clothes," she said looking up at Daryl that was walking next to her, with his crossbow in hand. The winter was close and they barely made it out of the farm, no one had anything anymore.

"How long do you think we'll take?" she asked taking an heavy breath.

"For what?" Daryl asked, his tone wasn't harsh.

"For us to find another place," she had really thought that they could live peacefully at the farm. So much space, a house with doors and windows, fences all around. It seemed so safe. But there were any safe places anymore?

"It's gonna be alright," Daryl muttered and that made her smile.

"Thanks," she said and he frowned, "You don't think it, but it makes me feel better," they smiled at eachother, before Daryl looked down.

Sarah opened the door of another car. She set down in the backsit, while Daryl opened the trunk. Sarah found a back pack and when she opened she happily found some bandaid. Then there was a notebook, and some pens. There was even a wallet. She took it out, and opened it to read the document.

Alice Wynfild, 45 years old.

Sarah wondered if that woman was still alive, if she was safe somewhere. If she had found good people, or bad...

Taking a breath she put away the wallet leaving it on the seat next to her. And there she smiled when she noticed a little stone. Soft shapes, the colors were straped, different shades of brown.

"Ya found something?" Daryl asked appearing at the door.

"Some baindaid, and this," she said with a smile showing him the object in her hand.

He scoffed amused as she put it in his hand, "Ya're so happy about a stone?"

Sarah rolled her eyes, "It's a crystal," she explained, "It's called Tigers Eye, and gives to whoever owns it the courage to face any adversities," Daryl had knelt down, looking at her, observing her expression like he had done many times, but she just smiled at him.

"How do ya know all that?" He asked with soft voice.

Sarah sheugged her shoulders, "Internet. I liked to keep myself busy," she answered, "And I like crystals."

Daryl looked at the crystal in his hand for a moment, "This yar favorite?" He asked. Sarah shook her head.

"It's beautiful," she said, "But my I like jasper. Green."

"What does it mean?" He asked.

"Protection," she answered. They looked in eachothers eyes, and she always got surprised at the blue of his irises.

Sarah forced herself to look away, before moving to get out of the car. Daryl got up, making space for her.

"Here," he said handing her the crystal, but she closed his fingers gently around it.

"You keep it," she said, looking at their hands touching, before turning to walk back towards the cars.

"Ya like bikes?" His sudden question made her look at him.

"Yeah," she said. She had always loved bikes, her best friend Lucy's brother had a one. Once he tried to impress Sarah, wanting to give her a ride. Sarah went and that night she came back home telling her mother that she would have liked to have a bike one day, but it was not very lady-like to her. Her mother had put many exprectation on Sarah, being the first born. She had always had a say about many things about Sarah's life, and she let her. She was grateful for her life, but the future that she had in front of her only gave her anxiety. She had never felt passion about anything rather than fixing, but in the old world that was useless, not like in this one. It was unbelievable that in a world like tge one they were living, Sarah had found something that she was passionate about.

"Why you ask?" She said, and Daryl shrugged his shoulders.

"Want a ride?" He asked.

Sarah's eyes grew larger as she crossed her arms, "I thought I couldn't touch your bike."

Daryl scoffed as he started walking, "Ya ain't touching it," he said with a small smile as he passed by.

"So we are a real team now," she said keeping up with him, "We got each other's back," at that he snorted, making her chuckle.

"Ya're crazy, girl."

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[loganlostitall]

Guuuuyyssss I’m gonna be doing my first ever Kinktober, it’ll be a mix of writing Daryl and/or Negan x reader and x OC, and as of right now there’s one Regan planned for a day as well. Currently working on day 1 which is gonna be Negan x OC so I’m finally getting my boy out there soon 👀

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[knivesovt]

I'm going to do a quick summary of each of my characters, for the sake of perhaps sparking someone's interest in writing with one of my sweet girls. If anyone is interested, please feel free to like or comment here and I will come to you !!

S o p h i a P e l e t i e r. We all know Sophia from season one of The Walking Dead. I do have my own spin on her, given that I've aged her up a bit ( as I'm not comfortable writing a child character -- to each their own, it's just not for me ). So, in my version, she was around 17 years old during the time of the initial outbreak. That said, when she was separated from the group, Sophia was chased away from the road by more walkers and unable to find her way back. She is very fearful of the dead, but not so much toward other survivors. Dangerous optimism or perhaps just naivety -- either way, it is very easy to establish a connection with her, given that she is a very sweet girl . . . but she's not going to be much help in a fight.

E l e a n o r B r o o k s. Before the outbreak, Eleanor was just a normal girl with a bit of a co-dependency on her older brother. She was an elementary school teacher ; she loved her job and the children, and often took it upon herself to care for them as if they were her own -- given that she had never had the time to settle down and start a family of her own. When things started to go downhill, Eleanor's brother ( Denver ) was quick to get the two of them out of the city. The pair lived out of his truck for months, never really finding a place to call home, but it did feel safe . . . enough. After an uncertain amount of time, the two found themselves scavenging abandoned homes for food or supplies -- just as everyone else. But they found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time, when the Claimers stumbled upon the home that the two had been shacked up in. Denver put himself in between the strange men and his sister, allowing her time to hide . . . but his death wound up being in vain. She was found and taken by one of the Claimers, a man named Jericho. Later, after discovering an unplanned ( and very much unwanted ) pregnancy, Eleanor made her escape after attacking Jericho in his sleep. She's been on the road, trying to put enough distance between herself and the men, knowing that they would likely track her down again.

M u r p h y C r a n e.

Very loosely based on Murphy from Z Nation ( the name was just kind of a coincidence, because I love the name Murphy for a girl ). Murphy's life was very normal growing up ; she was an only child and her home life was really good. When she was in high school, her father was diagnosed with cancer, and the family was always in and out of hospitals. It was never something that she complained about, and often found herself being the one to accompany her father on his trips. Though, during one of his hospital stays, things took a turn. Military were crawling all of the place, panic spread about while patients were forced to keep to their rooms. When gunfire started, that's when her parents took initiative to get her out of there as quickly and safely as possible. Her father stayed as a distraction, while Murphy and her mother ran. It as a decision that would always haunt her -- leaving him to die like that. Her mother, however, wound up doing something similar months down the road. During a supply run with her mom, Murphy was bitten by a walker ( along the top of her shoulder ). She was brought back home, where she was made comfortable and bandaged up. But the symptoms began soon after : fever, cold sweats, nausea, the indescribable pain in her bones, the whole nine yards. It was something that her mother couldn't handle, it seemed. Murphy was told that she was just going out to get some medicine -- anything to try and help her . . . but her mother never returned. Murphy's wound healed over and she's now known to be immune from the infection. The dead don't seem very interested in her anymore, finding that she can simply walk right past them without batting an eye ( she won't, because she's very fearful of them given her trauma ). This is a very well kept secret -- she is terrified of what might happen to her if anyone were to find out about her immunity. She doesn't want to be a lab rat.

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[moireia]

moodboard — quinn murphy by @lorettastwilight

"I am someone who did not die when I should have died." — Anne Carson

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[i-luv-carl-grimes]

Hii everyone! Okay so there's this fanfic I've been writing on Wattpad that hasn't been getting any attention and I literally have been working my ass off on it soooo I'm gonna post it here too!! I hope you enjoy!!! ************************

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

Ep1 s1

(Carl X oc)

Warning: abuse, language and lots of valance as well as gore if you are younger then 14 please don't read

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Even before this shit went down my life still wasn't something to be proud of

"Rayne, care to explain?" my mom asked holding up a test I got a 83% on. "My math test?" I answered and she laid a strong slap across my cheek. "Don't get smart with me!" she said as I felt stinging in my right cheek.  "Now, try again. Care. To. Explain?" she asked.  "An 83 is still a A" I tried to explain but once again I was met with another strong slap

Don't cry dont cry dont cry

"Your grounded" she said then pointed to the stairs, something warm run down my temple.  Opening the door to the bathroom only to be disappointed as my eyebrow had a cut and was now bleeding. 

"Did you give yourself that cut? Just got some attention" my sister scuffed as I grabbed a wash cloth and held it under warm water.  "Hello?" she said but once again I gave no reply.  "Your pathetic honesty" added then walked to her room.  "I know" I mumbled as I put a bandage on the cut.

I was waking to my room when I heard a door open and close followed by something being set down.  I made my way downstairs to see my dad who had just gotten back from a hunting trip the thing he sat down being his rifle and revolver.  "Can you BELIEVE this, she practically failed!" my mom yelled holding up my 'failed' test.  "Hi Rayne" my father said and got up walking past my mom and over to me.  "What happened to you face?" he said referring to my now bruised cheek and cut eyebrow.  "I fell." I said already knowing better then to tell the truth.  "How bout the test huh? You know I can't let that slide also your mom said you were bad mouthing her and your sister, you know that's not okay" he said and I just nodded knowing nothing he said was true.  "No leaving the house at all and if I even see you look at the tv or play any video games so help me" he said this time more stern. 

I didnt hate my family but sometimes it's hard to keep myself from letting out all the stuff I have been forced to keep in.

"ok" I said.  "What's the use? She's just gonna have her face shoved in a book" my sister said kicking me in the leg I looked up to see if my father had noticed but he was already gone.  "You can't even defend yourself, honestly could you be any more useless" she added but I just once again stayed quiet.

Rule number one: always stay quite

I had 5 rules in place if I broke them, god knows how many marks would be on me if I didn't keep my mouth shut.

No.1: always stay quite (what's the point of talking when no one is listening to you)

No.2: never cry. ("Your so weak all you do is cry")

No.3: A (if I can't get good grades then I'm a disgrace, a failed, a mistake)

No.4: I don't need anyone (relying on other people means your weak)

No.5: take it.  ("You deserve this. You deserve to bleed")

I live with these 5 rules also on my mind if I break one...well...i don't know, I guess I never have, but I know I don't want to know what'll happen if I will. 

"There were a lot of people out this season" my father said.  "Really? I thought that not many people go out over there" my mom asked.  "Yeah I did to, and the weirdest thing about it was that they weren't even wearing hunting gear they were dressed in normal everyday clothes, and get this there werent even any buck" he complained.

People dressed in normal clothes on a hunting trip? Something about that doesn't feel right, as I thought something outside caught my eye.  I walked over to the window to see people, groups of them walking all sluggish almost tripping over there own feet, some of them...were covered with

Blood

Others had very severe injuries, like missing arm you could s-

I felt something rise in my throat looking at one of the people, a little girl with a large intestine spilling out of her I covered my mouth with my hand and ran up stairs getting the attention of my family.

The image crossed my mind once again this time I wasn't able to keep in what I was trying to avoid I ran into the bathroom bumping into the door frame and released my hand from my mouth my stomach unable to take anymore.  "Rayne? Are you alright?" my dad asked rubbing my back.  "She's just doing it for attention, stop being so dramatic" my sister scoffed but the only thing I could focus on was the...i dont even know what it was.  "Rayne what's wrong?" my father asked. 

"Outside...look, outside" I said in between huffs and coughs, my father then got up

It was to long before I heard the front door open, then slame shut.  I stood up and slowly walked down, to see my father's eyes wide his hands gripping onto his hair while my mom began to cry she then grabbed her phone

We all sat there is silence

...

...

...

Click

No one picked up

I ran over the to an old radio I used to listen to when I was younger, thank god I still knew how to use it

Static

"WARNING WE ARE CURRENTLY IN A CRISIS DONT GO NEAR INJURED PEOPLE THEY ARE INFECTED IF YOU GET BIT YOU DIE IF YOU GO NEAR THEM YOU DIE, THE LIVING WALK THE EARTH AND EAT THE LIVING"

"Oh my god" my mom said and fell to her knees.

I ran up stairs and ran into my room to get a book and ran back down stairs almost tripping.

"Look" I said and handed my dad the comic. "Holly shit" he said looking through the book. "We have to go, there has to be somewhere safe" my dad added. "Jade! Get down here!" my dad yelled and my sister walked over tears streaming down her face as she shook in fear, and if I'm being honest as much as I hate to admit it we all were even me...

"Me and you mather are going to gather food and weapons, you two go pack clothes not a lot just enough to travel as well as other things you might need" dad said and I nodded and ran up stairs to my room.

2 outfits should be fine including the one I'm wearing

Fit 1 (currently wearing) : red hoodie with a white t-shirts under and blue jeans (dw the fits get better)

Fit 2. A yellow stripped shit and white t shirt with leggings (most of these are based off of Clementine)

Fit 3. A purple t-shirt with blue jeans

I then went into the bathroom to get basic hygiene products (tooth brush, deodorant, etc) "get boots too!!" my dad said and I went into my room and dug through my closet trying to find the one par of boots I had.

Found them

They were an old pair of docs that used to be my sisters but they dont fit her anymore. I then looked at my desk to see a photo of my best friends and tears streamed down my cheeks,

The one person who actually cared, the one person I trusted please for the love please be okay.

"RAYNE GET DOWN HERE!!!" my dad yelled and I took the photo and put it in my pocket.

When I walked down stairs I seen everyone with bags in there hands my dad set his down and I walked by Jade my father then kneeled down and held up two pocket knives I put my hand out but hesitated while my sister just turned away and shock her head. "Please guys, I need to know that you'll be able to protect yourself if need be" he said and I nodded taking the black and silver knife and flicked it open, nothing to special. "Fine" my sister said then took it. "Alright me and your mama have guns but we won't be able to protect you all the time" he said I agreed but my sister wasn't having it. "No! You have to protect us YOU HAVE TO" she said and my father slapped her and she screamed and cried the....um....things?... Walkers ya

Started walking towards our house probably from hearing Jade cry

Sound attacks them

"Shit Jade stop screaming!" my dad said and covered her mouth only to revile the sound of walkers banging on the door. "Dammit Jade" my dad said. "We have to go through the back" he said and let go of my sister tears still streaming down her face we grabbed all of our stuff and my dad held tightly onto his rifle

Here we go

Name: unknown Nickname: Rayne Walker kills: 0 Living kills: 0 Age: 9

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