The Walking Dead [Carl x OC] /Other TWD Characters May Join/

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    //I would like to relieve my fanfic needs with some of THE WALKNG DEAD. Any other characters are allowed.



    NOTE: This story happens to the events prior to Season 5.


    Danielle Foster has survived on her own for the past two years ever since the outbreak of the virus had started. Before she could go back home to Minnesota, Atlanta's highway was flooded with cars. Danielle already knew that she was stuck in the city by the time that they reached the filled highway. As the family went back to their aunts home, Danielle was already met with walkers, ripping the flesh off of her Aunt Millie and Uncle Tom.


    Running off from the house, Danielle was forced to live on her own. The only weapons she had was a pistol and a hunting knife. Ammo was hard to come by, but she mostly scavenged dead bodies and abandoned stores for anything she could find. Living off of raw meat, candy, and some wild berries, Danielle continued upstate. Travelling through careless nights and tiring days, Danielle finally reached the town of Alexandria. She didn't dare step foot into the town unless she was invited in. But now, she had no choice...


    //PRESENT//


    Danielle had been wandering aimlessly in the woods near Alexandria for hours on no end. Her feet ached from all the walking. She came across a couple of walkers before she continued on.
    "These shoes were absolutely not made for walking..." She sighed to herself, sitting down on a rock to rest. A small sigh escaped from her lips as she stared up at the blue sky.


    "I'm still here, Mom..." She said with a small, sad smile creeping onto her face.


    Danielle had been scouting around for any signs of food. She was weak, yet she continued on her journey. Her feet crushed the leaves and twigs below the special designed boots. The silence was peaceful, yet disturbing at the same time. She didn't like it. It was the kind of silence that you knew was a bad sign. Danielle pulled out her gun and slowly inched her way around the forest.


    The silence was soon interrupted by two kids laughing. They sounded to be about her age. She stopped, her eyes widening. They can't know that she's here! Danielle quickly tucked herself into an old tree, watching and listening for any sign of the kids. She took a deep breath, clenching the pistol in hand.


    ---Character Bio---



    Name: Danielle Foster
    Age: 14-15 Years Old
    Height [When Standing]: 5'5"
    Weight[From Starvation]: 96Ibs
    Eyecolor: Ocean Green
    Haircolor: Brown
    Attire: Black Leather Jacket, Black and White Stripped Tanktop, Skinny Jeans, and Black Boots
    Weapon(s) of Choice: Beretta M9 Pistol, Bowie Knife
    Personality: Hostile and Arrogant yet Caring and Gentle
    Likes: The Color Black,

    So I realize this post was made months ago but I hope you don't mind if I join. I post sporadically because I'm usually very busy but I hope to get on here more frequently in the near future



    Name: Lucy O'Brien
    Age: 19
    Height [When Standing]: 5'6
    Weight[From Starvation]: 110
    Eyecolor: Dark Green w/ Hazel Specks
    Haircolor: Red
    Attire: dirty dark blue jeans w/ ripped knees, AC/DC band shirt with its sleeves ripped off, black leather jacket, dark brown combat boots, faux leather gun holster, necklace w/ dead parents' rings on it and her father's dog tag
    Weapon(s) of Choice: Her hunting knife she keeps tucked between her boots and jeans, her hand gun (Beretta 92FS), and the rifle (M4A1) she keeps slung over her shoulder
    Personality: Lucy is not very trusting. After losing everyone she had ever known, when it all first started, and later when she found people here and there, she has a very bleak outlook on life. Still, no matter how shitty she may believe the world is, she thinks that it is up to the remaining survivors to establish roots and live to tell the tale of how the world ended. Lucy is very outspoken and is not afraid to tell it like it is. She keeps a level head and straight face where faced with trouble, and has seemingly lost the ability to shed tears.
    Likes: She enjoys the taste of the few deer she has had the luck of finding and hunting. Despite the world having gone to hell, she still enjoys the outdoors, having spent most of her childhood on camping trips with her parents.