The Walking Dead Stories

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by Enfenthusiast on Oct 13, 2019
Fan Fiction

Women across franchises are going to be stripped and humiliated. Whether they have big tits or small, a hairy pussy or a bare one. Whether it be a falling towel or stolen clothes. No girl is safe.What's next? Tara Chambler(The Walking Dead) Beth Greene(The Walking Dead) Alicia Clark(Fear The Walking Dead) Daenerys Targaryen(Game Of Thrones) What's next?...

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Zombie Valentine's Day

by gldngolfer on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Sorry folks, no sex in this short story. Just a short and dirty story I threw together for my wife to celebrate two of her favorite things; Valentine's Day and the show The Walking Dead that came back from its mid-season hiatus on Valentine's Day. There is no mention of characters from the show and is not intended to be associated with it in any fashion, n...

The Walking Dead: Morgan's Tale

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

My name is Morgan Jones. I'm forty five years old, or at least I was, at the start of all this. Now, I'm not so sure anymore. I am not sure about a lot of things. Let's start from the beginning, if you please. I was born and raised in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. I lived there with my wife Jenny and our son Duane. At least, I did until the Nightmare began....

Dead Things Need Love Too

by Darkestkiss on Sep 15, 2017
Erotic Horror

The young man, brow furrowed and glasses perched low, bent over the table. His scalpel gleamed in the low light as he sliced through flesh and sinew. A thick tube was twisted with some force into the opening he created, allowing a dark viscous fluid to ooze toward the drain. Mr. Walker didn't move, but that was expected. Corpses tend not to do that. He turn...

Undead And Black In Texas

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

A lot of people wake up and curse their lot in life, thinking it's not easy to be in their shoes. Man, they should get over themselves already. If they're alive to complain, then things can't be that bad. If things were that bad, they wouldn't be around to complain. They'd be dead. Just take it from me, a dead guy. Well, technically I think I am undead. In m...

Ghostly Ghouls and Ghoulish Goblins

by SusanJillParker on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

All characters in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no underage characters. This is a Halloween contest story. Please vote. * Ghosts come out to play on Halloween "Well, here we are," said John, the Mayor's assistant, pulling up to the house. A typical politician, he was a gray-haired, portly man in his late fifties with darting eye...

The Graveyard

by DG Hear on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Horror

I thought I'd try entering a story in the 'Halloween story contest.' I hope you enjoy my little horror story. I don't usually ask for votes but I guess I need them to be considered in the contest. * My wife Chris and I, were holding hands and slowly walking through the cemetery. It was Halloween Eve, just before nightfall. We meet with a number of our frie...

Slayers the Series Pt. 00-01

by Lobo70 on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

SLAYERS THE SERIES Author's note: This is a Fluffy ( Buffy and Faith fem slash story). If you don not like girl and girl or Buffy the Vampire slayer, you won't like this series. I am in the process of writing a series of stories taking place as a alternative seventh season of Buffy, with the show morphing into a new series named "The Slayers". I started...

Huddled Together Ch. 01

by WritersUnblock on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Chapter 1 – Companionship Outbreak. ***** Note from the author: This is my first attempt at an erotic story. I've had wonderful feedback from my Literotica editor, KatySweetCandy, and a big thank you goes to her for her support. I would love any feedback that the readers would take the time to write, and greatly enjoy hearing what parts people enjoyed an...

The Ghost in the Looking-Glass

by ROBERTODAVO on May 23, 2018
Erotic Horror

Eight o'clock on a July evening - and you had been walking all day, stopping at pubs on the way, drinking heavily. And now you were on the Strand passing the ivy-grown church. In the distance across the waters the great red sinking sun flashed its rays. And there before you rose an old-style Methodist chapel. You thought at once of those early preachers thr...