A WALKING DEAD FANFICTION : DARYL X OFC HOPE 1. a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. 2. a feeling of trust DOUBT 1. a feeling of uncertainty or lack of conviction. Livian struggled with the dead one that had surprised her. It fell into her, bringing her to the ground. Snapping away with its strong jaws she attempts to shove it off when a sudden arrow came flying into its skull. It went silent. The blonde sighed, pushing the limp body from on top of her. Slowly she looked around, rising to her feet she carefully picked up her baseball bat, her bloodied hands slick and shaking as the crossbow wielding man moved closer to her. "I appreciate the help." Her voice wavered. "You bit?" He grumbled, voice low and gruff. She shook her head, "Not yet." Her eyes found blood stains on his ripped up t-shirt, "You?" The bowman grunted, "Nah." Livian nodded slowly, feeling herself calm, "Lucky us." A DARYL DIXON FANFICTION Daryl Dixon x Original Female Character
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