This is a story about Daryl's little girl who thought she would never get to meet her father. That is, until the apocalypse happens.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead or any of the characters except for Harper
The weapons DEFINETLY sound like mine except your missing my Machine gun and grenade launcher
Climb a tree cuz that's what Myra Dixon in my story The boy usually does
Yup that sounds like me. Except I'm not an orphan and my name isn't Harper
*sees word here I am. Starts singing:
"HERE I AM! ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE!!"