While the Greene farm offered the group shelter, refuge, and a sense of community, choosing survival was a decision each person had to make daily. But is just surviving enough? Daryl Dixon had thought so until he met Charlie, also a survivor of abuse. She makes him question everything he has learned about the world, but more importantly, about himself. Daryl & O/C

He broke down my walls without trying, that Grimes kid. Sure, I'd dated other guys after arriving in Alexandria - some of them had been really nice. But Carl? Well, Carl was different from all the rest. One-shot.

In this sequel to Her Freedom, Angel Dixon is heartbroken - her infant daughter has been taken hostage and smuggled away to be raised at the Sanctuary by Negan. Now it's up to Angel, her boyfriend, Carl, and the rest of the Alexandria community to save her as Negan begins to rule with an Iron Fist. Will their oppression last? Or can they put a stop to his tyrannical Saviors?

In this sequel to Their Oppression, Angel Dixon is finally happy - she has her daughter back and she's engaged to Carl. But the war with Negan has just begun and it's quickly taking precedence over her happy little life at Alexandria. Will they win this war? Will Negan conquer once again and take away all that she holds dear? Or will fate take care of him?

Teenage Angel Dixon has no one to turn to. The only family she has left is her biological father, Daryl Dixon, that doesn't know she exists. Attempting to survive, she joins a group named the "Wolves". But when she finds out they aren't what they seem, she escapes and finds sanctuary in a community called Alexandria. But can she survive the Wolves? Or will her father take her in?

In this sequel to His Captive, Daryl Dixon's pregnant daughter, Angel, is on her own in the unfamiliar community of Alexandria. Meanwhile, her estranged father still doesn't know her real identity. But is her friendship with Carl Grimes only a friendship or something more? And can she hold onto her unborn child with the looming threat of Negan? Or is the baby his property, too?

After the showdown with the Governor, we all got separated. That included myself from my loving boyfriend, Carl. Now I had no idea where I was or where he was. Could we ever find our way back to each other? One-shot.

Carl had meant the world to me - and now he was gone. Now I couldn't help but wonder, where did that leave me? Because I refused to live without the boy in the Sheriff's hat. One-shot.

Saying goodbye was always the worst part of losing someone. That constricting feeling in your chest, the onslaught of tears, the indomitable feeling of just knowing that afterward, you would never see them again. That's how it felt to say goodbye to Carl. Two-shot.

Losing him felt like dying. It felt like I was dying, too. And a part of me had - a part of me left this earth with Carl that night. That was the consequences of loving someone so perfect - no one else compared. One-shot.

My eyes locked on his and I knew it in that moment - he had planned this. He knew he had nothing left to lose, knew that this was our very last chance of reclaiming our livelihood. My boyfriend had always been reckless but this was worse than anything I had ever witnessed from him. But I was about to find out, his recklessness went to new levels. Our time had come. Two-shot.

My dad, Daryl, didn't approve of my relationship with Carl. But nothing could stop our love, nothing could change our minds about the way we felt. Loving him, even if we were just reckless teens - it felt like a dream. It felt like a pure and beautiful dream. One-shot.

He was trouble. I knew it from the moment our eyes met. He was a player and every girl within miles knew it. But those eyes, that hair, and that kissable mouth drew me in like a magnet. Before I knew it, I'd already fallen for this Cowboy Casanova. One-shot.

Every fantasy I had of kissing Carl, being with him was all in my head. It was all just a dream, never reality. But when I showed up at that party Carl begged me to attend...I never would have dreamed how sweet reality could truly be. One-shot.

Knowing already that I would have a blue Christmas with all of the loss we'd faced recently was enough to make me want to not bother celebrating the holiday. But we had to keep on living. That's what Maggie said and to be honest, she was right. We had to keep on living, even if they were no longer with us. And at least I still had Carl to keep me going. One-shot.

I could feel my heart constrict in my chest as I stared down at the plus sign at the end of the little white stick. There was no way I was ready to be a mom. But even my own misgivings couldn't compare to the sick feeling I had in just thinking about telling the father of the baby growing inside of me. How was I going to tell Carl? One-shot.

I should have told Carl, I know that now. But sometimes having a disability - even a learning one like I did - was a highly personal thing to reveal to another soul. Even if that soul was as kind, caring, and beautiful as Carl. One-shot.

We were no longer children, no longer innocent. I knew that from the beginning. But as these feelings grew inside of me, I also knew that I couldn't keep it hidden any longer. Carl had to know how I felt about him. And as I stood on his doorstep, my heart pounding in my chest, I wasn't afraid. Or at least I told myself that. One-shot.

It wasn't my idea to fall in love with our savior. It wasn't my idea to fall in love with someone who I deemed so far above me. But as myself and my brother, Siddiq, were about to find out, sometimes people could surprise you. And Carl Grimes was the most surprising of all. One-shot.

The war with Negan was nearly over and things were finally starting to look up. But bringing new people into our close-knit community? I'm not sure I was ready for that, no matter what Carl said. Another thing I wasn't ready for? These newfound feelings for my best friend. Changes were definitely underway. One-shot.

The first Thanksgiving you spend together should be sweet, memorable. Instead, Carl and I were running around burning turkeys and making a mess of the whole holiday. Until an idea popped into my head. Maybe a good one, maybe not so good. Either way, it would be an unconventional Thanksgiving. One-shot.

I never should have even spared that Grimes boy a glance. I was the daughter of King Ezekiel for crying out loud. I was better than this. But there was something about Carl, something I couldn't shake. A feeling that made shivers run down my spine. One-shot.

Being Negan's daughter had its advantages, sure, but tons of drawbacks. Like the fact that every teenage boy within a 5-mile radius was absolutely terrified of even looking at me. Can't blame them really, I suppose. But what happens when I get closer to that boy from Alexandria, Carl Grimes? Will he suspect my parentage? Three-shot.

I thought I was more to her than this, more than just a friend. She was everything to me but I was nothing at all to her. No, instead, she had feelings for that other guy, Ron. But it was getting harder and harder to bite my tongue, harder to not tell her how I felt. To not make her mine. One-shot.

Carl and I had been reprimanded on multiple occasions for sneaking around the prison, snooping in personal belongings. In our defense, we really hadn't meant any harm this time. Digging around in Daryl's things wasn't planned - but it did happen. One-shot.