If You Were Asking What The Title Of The Show Was It's Called Outer Range!

If you were asking what the title of the show was it's called outer range!

OK. Thank you, I just saw this after I responded to the last one. Thank you!

"The Abbotts are coping with the disappearance of their daughter-in-law when the neighbouring Tillersons make a play for their ranch land. Tension comes to a head when a mysterious black void arrives in the Abbotts' pasture." That's the summary from Google. Its a western sci-fi story!

And it’s called The Abbotts? Or what’s it called?

You set aside the cloth, now stained with red and brown, from cleaning Daryl's wounds. He was sitting on the edge of his bed in the basement and it had taken you a long time to convince him to allow you to care for him, clean and patch up his injuries. There was only a dim lantern burning and the house was quiet overhead. It was late, at least nearing midnight. You sighed as you took in Daryl's condition.

His face was downturned and you stepped into him, between his knees which were cocked out toward either side. "Daryl," you said gently, lifting his chin with a light finger underneath. His eyes were glassy and your heart ached. "What do you need?" you asked in a whisper. "Just name it."

He shook his head and gulped. "Nothin'," he said. But his blue eyes drifted up to your face and there was something pleading in them.

"Then what do you want?" you asked, your own voice a little strangled with emotion. You were barely holding back your tears at what had been done to him.

He kept looking up at you with that same look and shook his head, but you could feel what he was asking for. You. He was just asking for you.

You moved into him until his head came to rest in the middle of your chest and his arms drifted around you to hold on tightly, crossing over the small of your back. Your fingers went to his hair and combed through it. Daryl shut his eyes and nuzzled into you, breathing in your smell, focusing on the shape and weight of you against him, in his arms—solid and real. "Is this what you wanted?" you asked him quietly, still soothingly stroking his hair.

He could only nod a little against you.

"You have me, Daryl. All of me if you want. I'm right here. Okay?"

He couldn't answer, but for the first time since he'd escaped The Sanctuary, he actually believed that he would be okay.

Prompt: "Is this what you wanted?"

Can someone tell me what the show is? I’ve seen it everywhere and I really wanna know what it is. Anyone out there? 

I watch the show for the plot. The plot:

I’ve never seen anything more TRUE!

Sometimes, the urge to write a fic doesn't come from the genuine need to write something, but from wanting to read it. And, unfortunately, no one has written this specific thing you want.

Always You

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I thought before posting the first chapter, I'd post a little get to know the Oc.

Rosalie Barlowe

Name: Rosalie Barlowe

Age:34

Birthday: August 6th, Leo

Pairing: Daryl Dixon

Pairings age: 40

Nicknames: Allie- Everyone else, Als- Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, Rosie- Daryl

Things to know: 

- Tight auburn ringlet curls, always a tangled mess

- Hazel green eyes

- Hyperthymesia memory is similar to eidetic memory, but anything she hears, sees, or experiences sticks with her and is hard to forget. 

- Strong-willed, unafraid to speak her mind.

- Rosalie Barlowe was an only child, whose parents loved her more than life.

- They wanted more kids but couldn’t conceive

- They were both killed on the way to see their daughter graduate from Kennesaw State University at 22. They were coming to surprise her and never made it.

- After that, she closed in on herself and didn’t do much but go to work and home. With her head down and focused on making her parents proud she progressed quickly.

- She was promoted to homicide detective in just 4 years and was offered a position at the Georgia Bureau of Investigation after 6 years of being a homicide detective.

- Favorite colors are dark green and yellow

- Was very close to her mom

- Her father was a hunter in his free time and taught her how to shoot a bow and it is his bow that she still carries around

- she wears a single silver ring with a peridot stone in the center on the middle finger of her right hand. It was her mother's, she never takes it off.

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Follow along on her story. And see what happens next.

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