
Scarecrows, devils, and the dead are the only things out and about this late at night, and what that says about Daryl Dixon ― well, it’s probably true.

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“And when the pieces came together; when time unfroze itself and he realized with a gut-wrenching, sinking feeling what had happened—what he had just lost—Daryl Dixon felt everything that was holding him in the present disappear in a cloud of blinding rage. ‘I see red… everything is red. Everything I see is red.'”
3rd Place Best Fix It Fic for 2017 Moonshine Awards


Daryl wasn’t sure if it was the corn whiskey or the desperate look in her eyes, but he leaned into Beth softly claiming her lips.
1st Place Best ZA for 2017 Moonshine Awards
1st Place Best On The Road Fic for 2017 Moonshine Awards
2nd Place Best Reunion for 2017 Moonshine Awards
2nd PLace Best Collaboration for 2017 Moonshine Awards


Even when it was in the middle of the night, it was still damn warm, while the full moon and stars were shining down from the dark night sky, lightened them their way home. Beth had always loved such summer nights, hearing the crickets singing their songs, the air smelled like adventures, a gentle breeze was moving trough her hair, such nights were almost magical for her.
