My feels after the end of 3x15 This Sorrowful Life were knawing me. I know it's late but oh well. Daryl comes across un-Merle. His take on it as assumed by me after watching Norman Reedus talk about it and me watching the scene. R&R if you wish. Thanks. T for a curse or two.

A story of a girl named Amber and her siblings trying to make it in a post apocalyptic zombie world.

This is how I think AMC's "The Walking Dead" season 3 finale should've happened.

Daniëlle thanks her survival merely on her running skills which eventually lead her to woodbury. However, she feels as if woodbury isn't all that good and she plans to escape. Can she leave her only friend behind to be able to survive? And will she ever find her crush Daryl, who without her knowing, is still alive?

"The things we love are always first to go..." Alter Bridge, "Broken Wings"

A set of incoherent chapters done as requests for some very lovely people. Spoilers up to 03.16 within, and rated T for language. Caryl for the most part.

When circumstances change, so do people. The group has grown closer, but when strangers threaten and bonds are broken. Will this group make or break? OC/Daryl. Sequel to: Leave No Stone Unturned

Daryl tells Carol about his past and the secret he's been hiding. Crackfic.

A sleepless night brings Merle thoughts he never wanted to have and in need of an angel. Inspired by Kamelot's song Sacrimony.

Jealousy hit him easy. Insecurity hit him hard. But as always, she knew exactly what to say. Caryl, post-S3 oneshot, Prompt Response!

Set in season 1: Evelyn Grimes is the daughter of Lori and Rick Grimes and when the zombie apocalypse starts she thinks she will never see her dad again but she was wrong and how does she feel about a certain officer. Shane/OC. Sorry summary sucks. First story.

Jennifer (OC) struggles to survive alone during the apocalypse. Before long, she crosses paths with the group. Can they help her? Can she help them? Eventual femslash.

Daryl's not happy about having a prison full of old people. Not one bit. Humerous, shippy Carol/Daryl scene.

A short The Walking Dead one-shot, Rick doesn't have anything left, or so he thinks so...but Daryl's always been there hasn't he? DarylXRick, Darrick or whatever you'd like! Very short but cute and fluffy :) Rated T cuz it's The Walking Dead

AU: Glenn and Maggie reminisce about their first meeting, before the Outbreak. Glenn/Maggie, Het, Fluff

Michandrea...sort of! My take on the finale of Season Three of TWD. Andrea confides in Michonne to do her one last favor... [Image credit: afinefringefrenzy on deviantART.]

A collection of drabbles, ONESHOTS and shortfics, unrelated to each other and mostly Caryl. See individual chapters for summary.

Merle opens his big mouth once too often and finds out that's it's not wise to upset Carol. Spin off from Plum Crisp, but you don't have to read that to understand and enjoy Doghouse. Marol. Rated M for Dixon mouth and adult situations. (But no smut sorry!) Chapter 6 & 7 Author's notes contain spoilers for 3.15.

A little Andrick/Rickrea fluff. It's mid-August and Rick can't sleep. Disclaimer: I don't own TWD.

Because we are the greater good.

Milton's thoughts as he watches Andrea struggle with her chains. Spoilers up to 3.16; including the season finale. Rated M for some language. One-shot; complete.

Dakota D'Arensbourg had her roots in South Louisiana. Coming out of a bad home, she was coupled with attitude and a sharp wit. Her world was just broken, but soon everyone else's was too. She was thrown into the world of Walkers and banded with a group where she met her match. Daryl Dixon. Will their feuding tear the group apart or will it bring them close in a world of the undead?

The misadventures of Rick and the gang while at Hershel. Warning: Very bad humor, your eyes may melt when you read this.

She tried to justify it by reminding herself about the bar of ivory soap she'd had her heart set on finding, but the truth was she'd gotten distracted by the angle of his silhouette as he leaned into the curtain. Watching first hand as he arched his hips into the spray and grunted in pleasure...

There was never enough time.