Just Maybe (Daryl Dixon Fanfiction)
The highly anticipated "final days" have been trudging along for about six years of Anastasia's life now. She's merely nineteen years old, however, this world makes her feel one hundred nineteen. After years of surviving in hell, you'd think she'd catch a break. Her family was dead by year two, and her group was decimated by year four. She's been on her own for a few clicks now, and she hasn't seen nor heard any live person since her last member turned. That is, until she encounters Daryl Dixon. Here she is, in the process of ending her life, when a shaggy-haired, muscular, redneck messiah comes out from the forest wearing two angel wings on his back. This is a story about Daryl Dixon changing Anastasia Fuller's life, and maybe..just maybe she can change his, too.
(1st person POV from Asia & Daryl)
(MOST CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME. ALSO, PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THIS STORY IS NOT FOLLOWING THE SAME STORY LINE OF THE WALKING DEAD COMICS OR TV SHOW. THANK YOU)