"She wondered how long it would take for fate to reach forth her dark finger and strike them all down, one by one, until nothing remained but ash and bone and a whisper of everything they used to be." - Sequel to 'Three Little Birds'. S4 AU, Caryl.

"Daryl?" Her fingers reached thoughtlessly for the rounded firmness of his shoulder before she remembered and snatched them away. It wasn't like it used to be, and some cruel part of her wondered if it had ever really been anything at all. Still, he found her. He always did. Caryl, set two years after the events of 4.08.

JJ's life is falling apart at the seams. Can her friends help her stitch it back together? *NOW COMPLETE*

"She didn't hear anything. No voices from inside the prison, no walkers, no birds in the trees, not even the wind made a sound. Without speaking, they both turned, aimed their weapons and stood, shoulder to shoulder, watching the tree line. Something was coming." Caryl. Post S3 finale.

She had outlived all the other women from the original Atlanta group. She was the last one standing. Who could have seen that? Collection of drabbles, set after season 3. Disclaimer: The Walking Dead belong to Robert Kirkman and AMC. No copyright infringement intended. Chapter 51: Under Attack

Pre first-half S3 finale. "Some people see scars, & it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing." The lives they used to live were gone. But how much of who they used to be had been swept away too? A story of two damaged souls discovering going forwards means going back & facing the things that once held you. Rated for language/adult themes.