Luci has always been alone, has never met anyone who isn't scared. Negan shows up, and things change. Rated for language and possible suggestive themes.

Everyone knows the world is black and white. Colors are just a thing from long told myths about soulmates and destiny. Or that was what Beth had always been told. Now, she's staring at a world of color and has no idea which one of her rescuers could possibly be the key that unlocked this wonderful new world. **Inspired In Living Color, but is a completely different story**

Beth has a secret admirer who works in a coffee shop.

When Daryl rumbles back into town on his too-loud motorcycle, quiet senior in high school Beth is in for a life changing ride.

Daryl helps Beth pick out some reading materials.

What happens when Daryl steals a car with a stowaway in the back?

Beth is Daryl's nanny.

Daryl get's a little jealous at the prison.

After Michonne and Rick's heart-to-heart in Alexandria's jail cell, their connection quickly turns to skin-on-skin. (Richonne one-shot, set to episode 7x08, Hearts Still Beating.)

Abraham meets a mysterious warrior woman on the field after running into a band of mysterious survivors calling themselves "saviors". Set around season 5. He finds her fascinating... Abraham/OC. M for strong language.

A one shot about Daryl's first night after his escape.

Everybody has a story. A story about how they survived. It could be war, a kidnapping; in some way, this person has survived something. But now, everybody is fighting to stay on this Earth. To live to tell another story. The undead have risen and our fallen survivors are in the midst of it. Will they survive? SYOC CLOSED.

Summary of the journey from the premiere of season 7 until mid-season finale.

This is what I think would happen once Rick and Daryl reunite, if rickyl were canon. Slash.

Daryl Dixon had a hard life. He grew up with alcoholic parents, an abusive father and a crazy brother. Nothing in his life had ever been easy. The only good thing he had was his best friend from childhood, Rick Grimes. When Rick asked him to be his best man at his wedding, Daryl instantly said yes. His life was never the same after as what happened in Vegas, did not stay in Vegas.

"Taking down all the dead makes me feel like," and he paused for a second, breath coming in short as he kicked down a pair of walkers before burying his heel in one of their skulls and his blade in the other's, before finishing, "I'm grinding for some massive boss level or something."

I was thinking of the Walking Dead and if it wasn't Maggie who was taken with Glenn but what if it was Daryl? What if Merle beat up Daryl instead of Glenn? What if there was a more serious side of Daryl's relationship with his brother? Like say abuse? Emotional, physical, sexual sibling abuse! Don't like don't read! This will have slash in it but later on in the story!

No one drank often. It wasn't a luxury they could typically afford. Drinking meant an inherent lowering of inhibitions and attentiveness. It meant slower reflexes and reaction time, and when death was only a second away on a good day, that wasn't a combination you wanted. But sometimes it was worth it.

He ducked behind an alley, a grin forming on his lips when he saw none other than the man he'd met the week before: Daryl Dixon, who threatened to knock him on his ass but in the same breath cooed lullabies to his niece; whose hard, calloused fingers locked around his throat when he thought Jesus was a threat but a second later combed downy-soft hair back on the little girl's head.

"There are stories about what happens when everything ends. Beautiful stories that don't have a sad ending, they don't have an ending. They will continue until the end of Time- she told him as she looked at the ring in her hand. The ring he gave her two years ago."

"We're almost there already, but you're in no shape at all to keep going. I can take anything that comes close out. Let me take care of you, okay?" Prompt: coming home. Canon compliant. 7A finale spoilers.

Do you know where you are?" She asked, and frowned slightly when he shook his head no. "Let's try an easy one. What's the year?" She said. "1980." He muttered annoyed. She smirked and chuckled "no I mean right now." zombie non cannon AU, Caryl, science fiction spin.

Dear Mr. Dixon My names is Sophia Pelletier. I'm nine years old and I am in fourth grade at Parkside School in Atlanta. For our social studies class we were assigned a project to write letters to wounded soldiers. Caryl ...AU.. no zombies.

Andrew hates chocolate milk. Norman decides to change that. A TWD RPF. :)

"Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Somehow, the sound was soothing. Steady, simple. It resonated throughout his wood paneled room of the Barrington House." Prompts: "waiting" and "open your eyes". Tumblr ask box fic. 3rd person. Established relationship. No angst/domestic Desus fluff