In the aftermath of Rick's demise, Michonne has to find a way to cope somehow.

In the midst of heartbreak, Michonne realizes that hope is growing within her. *Post Episode 5 of Season 9*

A collection of drabbles, prompts, and miscellaneous writings I've created for We're The Ones Who Write. Usually Richonne but some Carchonne/Grimes 2.0 thrown in as well. Will be perpetually marked as "finished" but will be updated as more fics are written and completed.

"I don't really know what made me do it. Maybe I felt selfish because I was safe and others weren't. Maybe I need to pretend people are still good to one another. Maybe I just don't want to be alone". Daryl/OC

Art survived the end of the world when the dead rose by hiding away alone. Then she finds a man chained to a rooftop and in saving him, alters her own fate. Now they have joined up together and headed out of Atlanta and her life changes in ways she never imagined. * Warnings - Strong Language, Rape/NonCon, Violence, Slow Burn, Merle/OC, Merle Lives! * Sequel Now Complete!

Sequel to 'She Bends But Does Not Break' Life truly isn't a Fairy Tale and especially so in the Zombie Apocalypse. And Happily Ever Afters only happen in Fairy Tales, don't they. Misunderstandings and jealousy aren't the only things that come between our lovers. Will they survive this next threat? Will their love?

Join Wren as she battles what the Universe throws at her this time - Alexandria's been attacked & women are taken. What happens to Wren & how will she cope, as she gets kidnapped & escapes, only to be caught again & the lives she changes as she does what she always does -survives the Zombie Apocalypse. Wren/Art Centric Fic - 3rd Story in the Series

Cherishing those early hours and the quiet of their most intimate moments. Mornings were best spent wrapped up in her.

Jesus was an angel, as hard and as cruel and as callous and as harsh as an something from up in heaven, but his angels weren't feathery wings and golden halos; no, they were righteous fury and justice for all. / crossposted on ao3 / originally posted 02 march 2017

Daryl liked plans well enough, liked knowing the what and the why but never bothered too awful much with the how and when he found himself in dangerous situations he could only credit sheer luck with his miraculous escape, relatively void of injuries. / crossposted on ao3 / originally posted 24 feb 2017

It was rare that he ever found himself shaking with fury, his eyes stinging with emotion because it was that reprehensible, that abhorrent, vile, repulsive– / crossposted on ao3 / originally posted 19 feb 2017

prompt: "just let me take care of you." / crossposted on ao3 / originally posted 19 feb 2017

Who would want to fall for the guy who seemingly raises himself above others? Who considers himself a higher being, perhaps even thinks of himself as something of a martyr? What kind of complex does a guy have to have to not only accept the name but embrace and endorse it? / crossposted on ao3 / originally posted 16 feb 2017

A shy girl named Chuck finds herself in the exact place she doesn't want to be, in the zombie apocalypse living with violent men in a desolate nursing home. After Negan, her former gym teacher, finds her, will he be the savior she was looking for? (AU) (Negan/Original Female Character) (Status: Complete) (Contains: swearing, violence, sexual assault, blood, smut) (18 plus only)

He could hear Merle's bike roll up, could hear his brother's telltale stomp the second his feet his the ground. Paul heard, too. Their hands, which were at first knotted together between their relaxed bodies, separated, and the sudden chill on Daryl's palm held a stark contrast to the comforting warmth of before. / crossposted on ao3 / originally written 14 feb 2017

Jesus stopped trying to understand the whens and the wheres of Daryl's sleeping pattern. / crossposted on ao3 / first posted on 09 feb 2017

"So, is there any reason you're still here? Not that I'm not enjoying your company." / crossposted on ao3 / originally posted dec 29, 2016

He made his rounds around the garage, smiling and laughing at all the right times to guarantee the best (and cheapest) results, but at Daryl he faltered. Whether it was because he sensed flattery would get him nowhere or it was the look of murder on Daryl's face, Daryl wasn't sure.

It never occurred to Jesus to pay attention to Daryl Dixon's attire. It was, after all, the end of the world. / crossposted on ao3

What does a local divorcee Sheriff and burgeoning Artist have in common other than running an art program for the children of the small southern town of King County? AU No Walkers. Inspired by Ari Lennox's Backseat

The day Beth Greene decided she wanted to live was the day she grabbed hold of her life and never wanted to let go. Now, it's just the world surrounding her that she has to fight against.

They had forgotten. Forgotten what it was like to have something to live for. Someone to live for. Forgotten what made them human. Until Rick came along and gave them a family, people that they could call home.

Maybe it occurred to some too late that the world has always been this way, nothing changed and now it matches. If there was ever a time to band together it could have been now, and she thought they would. Living were just as much trouble as the Dead. And here Evan wondered if she only had to worry about old ghosts. Rick was right, it was the dead, the living, them included

She's warm in his arms—sleepy sweet and soft and so damn pretty. Just an alternate universe Caryl story in which I indulge my Daddy Daryl/Sophia and Fall feels. Rated M for sexual situations and adult language.

Negan has been defeated and imprisoned, but even with his throat slashed, he still manages to get his message across. Or, Negan writes letters to Rick that start off riddled with cruelty and bitterness and eventually turn into something else.