Never Leave Me (Daryl Dixon's Daughter) A Carl Grimes Fanfic [MAJOR EDITING]

P R O L O G U E

This fanfic has some differences and some similarities from the show. Some could be:

1) Some people who have died could still be alive. (Shane, Dale, Andrea, Amy, etc)

2) Some people who are still alive could die. (Maggie, Glenn, Michonne, Rick, etc) Literally no one is safe. *laughs evily*

3) People who died later in the show could die earlier and vice versa.

4) Lines will not always be the same as they were in the show (but I'll try).

So if you see any of these changes or maybe others please do not freak out on me and say that didn't happen.

If there are any grammar mistakes, which there definetly will be, I won't mind if you correct me or anything cause that would honestly improve my writing.

And I know in most fanfics all the POV's are usually on the main character but my book is different there is a lot of other characters who have POV's in the chapters.

Do not take any of my ideas withought my consent!

Just saying lol.

Btw, this is my first fanfic so I'm sorry if it sucks, it does get better because my writing inproves over time but I hope you enjoy :)

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SOME PEOPLE SAY being alone isn't always bad. I used to be one of those people, but that was only before the virus spread. The virus that turned innocent people into dead bastards. The virus that turned, once gentle and kind, people into assholes who killed the dead and the living. The outbreak made me lose everything important in my life. My family, my friends, my animals. And my home, in which at one point I called a sanctuary. It's all gone, all of it. I'm alone, have been for a while now. It wasn't on purpose but I'm still alone.

My dad always told me; "Don't worry, nothing is gonna happen to you. You'll never be alone. I'll never leave you. I promise."

But he was wrong. He did leave me. I don't even care if he searched for me after. He still broke that promise.

Right now, myself is all I have, no one else. But maybe it's better this way. Distancing myself from other people keeps myself from getting hurt. Getting close to anyone just puts myself in harms way. I can't trust anymore, not after what happened. Not after what he did.

I try to control my thoughts and not think back to what happened. But it never works. I'm always thinking about it. Finally after days, even weeks, of not getting anything to shine some light in my world, a tiny act of good makes me happy. But, of course, my memories come to haunt my mind and successfully outshine the smallest amount of joy I could ever have.

And it's all his fault.

After everything that happened, I made myself one small promise. I promised myself that I would never get attached to anyone again. I promised myself that I'd never trust or care for someone. I wanna keep this promise. It's the only one I've been able to keep so far.

At the start of the outbreak, I promised myself that I'd never kill a walker, for maybe they could be brought back to the person they once were. I broke that promise. I killed all walkers that came in my path, and I eventually saw that they weren't who they used to be. They're just dead corpses now. I also promised myself I wouldn't lose who I am. But it did. In this new world, change is inevitable.

I guess me and my father have a lot in common. We both love our weapons. If I do say so myself, I'm pretty badass for someone my age but I can also be a very nice person. So is my dad. That's another thing we have in common. We also both can't keep promises.

He promised me he would never leave me, but he couldn't keep that promise. I'm going to atleast try and keep mine. And maybe I can keep another one too.

I promise that no one will ever leave me again.

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Word Count
491 Words

So I edited the prologue lol. Still have another 30 something chapters to go lol.

Wish me luck!

Love you guys! Thanks for sticking around! *heart eyes emoji* lol

Sarah xoxo

(Should I sign off with Satan. It's autocorrected my name to Satan many times. I think I should lol)