This is JOHN'S story... or Zane's big brother in other words. As Zane thinks her brother is dead, he's really not. John and Zane are so close to each other... yet so far. Maybe if John finds a cure for this at some point in time, everything will be okay. Maybe he'll be able to see his sister again. If she's still alive. And she is...

What would have happened if Rick and Daryl had been together before the apocalypse? If Rick and Lori had only been brother and sister?

While safe in the mortuary, Daryl becomes curious about what Beth has been writing in her journal. (One Shot)

The Alexandria Safe Zone has become their home. Daryl, helping Rick keep things in working order, has become used to the attention that comes with leading a community. However, when Beth starts earning the attention of a certain member in their society, how will Daryl react? ONESHOT *AU Beth LIVES!* For PrintDust's holiday fic exchange.

Written for Kaligoddess, for the holiday exchange for "The Walking Dead," organized by PrintDust. Episode tag for 5.08, Coda.

A secret Santa fic exchange. Happy Holidays to everyone who participated and to our readers. (Multi-character) (One-shots)

My first completed Bethyl story (Sorry if its bad) So basically, bethyl in the guard tower, not much else to it. Please leave comments - good and bad ones. So I know what to improve on

Set after #Coda: "Hope is not the believe that something is going to be just fine in the end―it's the believe that something was worth it, no matter how it ends." (Bethyl hallucinating encounter)

Daryl never opened the mortuary door that night, and he and Beth discover that, despite the moments of fear and darkness, it is a lovely place to be.

Daryl continues to believe that Beth is alive somewhere and has taken measures to lead her home to him.

ZA AU. Daryl and Beth have been holding up in a cabin after snow disrupts their journey north. (A series of bethyl one-shots)

unfinished slash, season 3, the group goes on a run to a new town. flashbacks to Rick/Daryl scouting run several days prior, and conversations about loss and loneliness. UNFINISHED.

{A Bethyl Fix-It Fic} "I bet you missed me, huh?" Daryl had missed her, to the moon and back.

Porque ella fue más que la hermana menor. Es más que culpa, perdida o negación. Ella era la esperanza, su esperanza. Y Carol lo puede ver. (En Memoria de Beth Greene). Editado.

The story begins with Daryl learning about Carol's exile. He wants to go after her but he will realize soon enough that it will not turn out as planned. A story that represents how I would like the mid-season finale and the aftermath to go. Caryl scenes ahead.

Brother, I couldn't have done it without you. 1,000 words. Set mid-S3. PG-13.

(Theory of how Beth lives) Beth and Daryl; watch as their love blossoms

In which Daryl braids Beth's hair and Beth confesses Daryl into silence. Oneshot. Tumblr prompt. Bit AU.

"I've finally got it figured out; you're Grumpy Smurf," she said, smiling. "Really?" He replied, squinting. "And how do ya figure that?" "Well," she said, crossing her arms. "You hate everything." "I do not 'hate' everything." "Really? Prove it." CarolxDaryl, or sweet, beautiful, humorous Caryl.

After all this time spent in what felt like an eternal Hell, the military finally stepped up and done what they had promised. Though skeptical about it due to past betrayals, the group had sought safety there; but what if the wrong answer given to the local psychologist determines your future in this hell bent world? Will Carl give the right one? Or will he end up like the others?

After the attack on the quarry, Shane finds Daryl alone and hurting, sitting by the water. Shane finds a way to ease Daryl's pain, and meet both of their needs.

Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child loving and giving, Saturday's child works hard for a living, But the child who is born on Sunday day is fair and wise and good in every way. Oc/Daryl M for later chapters

A 'Walking Dead' version of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas'. Hope you enjoy and Merry Christmas!

This is just a zombie story nothing to do with the walking dead series. So don't go scream at me. This is also my first story, R&R. "Where the hell are all these damn things coming from!" I shouted at my home with a look of both terror and rage on my face. They were like cockroaches, coming out of every nook and cranny moving like clockwork; they were never-ending.

He had gotten used to being alone but Carol had this uncanny way of making the loneliness disappear even if she wasn't right next to him. AU. Pre-ZA. Caryl. One shot. Complete.