Emma and Dylan are going back up to the lake so she can conquer her demon and jump back in, this time without a fit of coughing and thinking she might actually die. She had tried it once. She'd jumped in, not thinking of the consequences for a girl who had lungs made of glass. But this time will be different. This time, she's with Dylan. Dylemma smutty fluffy fun M

A gift fic of sorts for Compactor. A combination of two prompts she sent me: "I'm pregnant" and "Things you said on our honeymoon" as well as something that I'd been thinking about for a couple of days, which was just a conversation between Duke and Jennifer about how things would be different if certain things didn't happen.

During/after the event of 3.16. Daryl grieves what could have been.

A little Daryl/Andrea something to get us through the hiatus. Daryl Dixon in Woodbury? Andrea can't believe it. Is this what it means, to be a part of the Woodbury community? Way AU, more wishful thinking than anything else, but fun all the same. The Walking Dead belongs to Robert Kirkman and AMC, I just wrote this for fun with no copyright infringement intended.

He's not having any of that, though, and he kisses her again almost as soon as she pulls back—his thumbs on the corners of her mouth, the tips of his fingers pressed against the curls of her hair. Andrea/Daryl.

They've all been watching her since the CDC.

Andrea sees one thing, Daryl sees another.

They'd never had a room, a bed, to themselves.

"Did you draw this?"

"She's playing hard to get," Merle says, laughing.

All he can focus on is specific details as he tries to wrap his mind around the sudden, bizarre turn things have taken.

The echo of the gunshot still rings in his ears.

She knows Rick is talking and it's probably important, but she can't get the sound of that awful screaming out of her head.

Daryl finds her sitting out in the early morning.

She's staring at him. Again.

Summary: "I know what I saw." Daryl's adamant that he saw a Chupacabra in the forest that day. When Andrea retraces his steps she stumbles across something that in their world at least is even more mythical than the goat sucker. I own nothing.

"I've never really believed in God," she admits suddenly.

She feels it tug at her, practically calling her name, begging her to try it on. / full title: My Clothes Are Worn and Gritty Now Show Me Something Pretty

"Uh, if you don't mind, could you sharpen my knife?"

He could never bring himself to say her name.

Glenn can't sleep. Glenn can't ever sleep.

Carl has a crush on Andrea. Unfortunately, someone else in camp does, too. Let the pissing contest begin.

Post series two. Andrea just keeps surprising the heck out of Daryl Dixon. Which is only fair, 'cause he keeps surprising her. Daryl/Andrea UST

She's living his old life and he vows to see her through it.

Oneshot. Andryl. She'd lost too much to care anymore. Except for Daryl. He was her one constant. Her forever.

Daryl tends to say more when he doesn't say anything at all.

"What happened last night?" she moans.

He sees Glenn cross the yard and figures, 'ah hell'.

"Wait. How many tattoos do you have?"

It's the end of the world and he's in a mini-mart in Savannah, Georgia, scratching the back of his head.

All she sees is the dark, all she hears is the moans of the undead until somewhere, through the darkness, something else. The distant, throaty roar of a motorcycle. Post 2.13. I own nothing but my imagination.

It's a long shot, but he makes the call and leaves the rest up to the man upstairs.

He'd been rummaging through one of Winnebago's cupboards when he'd found it.

She presses her cheek to his back, squeezing her eyes shut. It's hard bottling such strong emotions, and she hasn't had nearly as much practice as he has. She wants to cry and scream and bawl over the people she saw die. But she isn't going to.

One hundred moments shared between Daryl and Andrea. Post 2x07.

She doesn't have him by the balls. Nope. Not at all.

Aren't there some things from this life she'd like to remember? full title: Five Photos Andrea Hopes She'll See and One She Keeps in Her Pocket

Something's gonna happen to her. Or something's gonna happen to him while trying to prevent it. It's just as inevitable as the next sunrise.

Post 2x11, this will probably be AU by the time it shows up on the site - but it's my happy place in the mean time. The difference between life and death is that death will come looking for you; life, you've got to find yourself. DarylxAndrea.

Post 2x11. When the gunshot ringing in his ears finally clears away, he's left with the sound of Andrea crying hysterically beside him.

"I think we should keep this to ourselves," Andrea says afterward, slipping her t-shirt on over her head.

"Don't tell me you've never done body shots, Dixon."

"Don't baby talk him," Daryl groans. "He's a mutt, not some pedigree poodle or some ****. He's lived in the woods. He's tough."

Elisabeth Kubler Ross said that there were five stages in the grieving process. Daryl Dixon thinks she's full of it. Daryl/Andrea

"The first time they kiss, its a nightmare." One of those 'five times' kinda fics which spiralled a bit out of control. Rated T. TWD belongs to AMC and Robert Kirkman, I wrote this for fun with no copyright infringement intended.

It's on the fifty-eighth day after Sophia's death that she realizes something is wrong. Multi-chaptered, Daryl/Andrea. Follow up to "Whiskey".

"Looks like there's a meteor shower tonight."

Daryl realizes he's kind of screwed. -— Daryl/Andrea. Complete

A little strumming of one of her favorite songs is all it takes for Andrea to finally recognize and act on long repressed feelings. Daryl/Andrea.

"Let's put it to a challenge," she says, grinning cheekily. "Whoever catches the biggest fish wins."

Summary: "I know you," Her kid sister had said confidently as they had jostled around in the RV on another hot Georgia day, "You say you want all those things, but when it comes down to it, you'll just do it." Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Daryl's got her pinned to the little mattress in the back of the RV when Andrea brings it up.

'He wakes up on the floor of the RV, again, just like the day before, and the dozen days before that.' Daryl gets a second chance at saving Sophia; and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth ... TimeLoopAU; Eventual Andrea/Daryl.

Daryl stood, glancing down at the bite wound, angry and swollen and gushing precious blood. A death sentence. Except, he wakes up three days later, alive as the rest of the them. Gen. Multi-Chapter.

In the end, it's Rick who asks Shane to go, but it's Daryl who makes him leave.

She starts to panic when he's gone for two days. -— Daryl/Andrea. Complete

"You can stay, you know. You don't have to run off."

She'd seen Daryl wander off alone while everyone else swarmed around Carol.

How could it be that, in less than a year, the world had gone so incredibly sideways?

At some point, Andrea realises, they're going to have to start thinking about the future. Not just the next day or next week, but the next six months, the next year. She just had no idea where they'd end up. Disclaimer: I own nothing.