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The one where Milton didn't die and is banging Jesus by The_Readers_Muse
Fandom The Walking Dead & Related Fandoms, The Walking Dead (TV)
06 Oct 2017
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Backwood Magic by WolvesLAF
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Walking Dead (TV)
05 May 2026
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A walking dead novel with a touch of magic.
16-year-old Harry Potter is taken in by Daryl Dixon a year before the dead start walking. Follow along as we watch them survive the end of the world as we know it.
I plan for this to be written in 3-4 Arcs.
Arc 1: Before The Dead Walk
Arc 2: Surviving the Dead
Arc 3: Finding Home
Arc 4: Building HomeThis is my first time writing anything, especially anything this large. Please let me know if there are any mistakes, grammatical or plot-wise.
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Glenn and Daryl meet right after the outbreak. If the dead rising to eat the living wasn't weird enough, things take and ever weirder turn after a bit of military bureaucracy at the refugee camp leaves them listed as partners in a civil union.
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“The hell you doin’ out here deliverin’ pizzas if there’s a state of emergency been declared?” Daryl asked. He pushed some of the empty beer cans away, listening to them fall to the floor in a clatter, as he made room to sit his ass down on the seat opposite Glenn.
“Uh, I’ve got rent to pay and student loans for the degree I never finished,” Glenn replied, taking a bite of his pizza and chewing. “You really haven’t heard anything?”
“Been out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere the last two weeks,” Daryl replied, opening the lid of the pizza box and taking a slice for himself.
“Jeez, man,” Glenn said, his mouth working around a lump of thick, congealed cheese. “You’ve missed a whole lot.”
“Yeah? You gonna start catchin’ me up or we just gonna sit here n’ have the world’s shittiest blind first date.”
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Carl didn't look back.
He didn't look back at the thick smoke coming from the prison. At the horde surrounding his dad's body. At the destruction left behind by the Governor.
He left them behind.
It's likely the fatigue that makes him think this -- the fatigue and grief that's been building up since he watched Sophia walk out that barn. But the thoughts won't stop.
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Carl escapes the destruction of the prison with Judith. He needs to figure out how to keep himself and his baby sister alive when they've lost everything.
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“Look at that dog! It’s huge!” the girl squealed.
Erik’s ears flicked back, his instincts screaming both warning and curiosity. The children approached the fence cautiously, one holding out a hand as if inviting him.
He growled low in his throat, a warning not meant to hurt, but to keep his distance.
The children froze, startled, but didn’t run. Instead, they whispered to each other, fascination shining in their eyes.
Erik’s stomach twisted painfully—a sudden reminder of hunger. He had eaten nothing since the battle, and the smells here were foreign and confusing. His wolf mind urged him to hunt, but there was no familiar scent of rabbit or deer. Just strange smells, unrecognizable and distant.
He licked his dry tongue and retreated silently into the thicker brush.