In which Rick Grimes comes back
from the dead, only to find that he's
living amongst them too.
OR
In which Emerson Scott falls for the
widowed cop in the midst of their
world crashing down around them.
BOOK ONE
part i. - when the dead come knocking
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NOTE: i warned you all this is a lori grimes hate club book lol i do have others out though where she's a bestie girl if you're into that too! lol <33
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— PART TWO of THREE — THERE IS NO HOPE ANYWHERE
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10 | dear god, now is the time to take me out
LORI WAS IN A STATE OF SHOCK WHEN SHE saw her husband in the bedroom. She was even more surprised when Shane walked in. But that wasn't what startled her the most. No, it was the fact that her son was the one lying on the bed bleeding out.
The three of them were sat in the living room while Hershel assessed their son.
Rick, albeit how shocked Lori was, wasn't as happy to see her as she was him. He was angry. Angry at Shane, angry at his ex wife, and even more angry that Carl was hurt. He was just angry.
"We don't need to do this right now," Rick mumbled as the two of them sat with Shane. "I don't want to do this right now."
"Can I do anything?" Shane asked in a low tone. Rick just scoffed. In Rick's mind, Shane had done enough.
But yet, in the midst of distress, Rick clumsily replied, "Can you get Emerson? Carl's gonna wanna see her and I... I need to be here with him." And I need her here with me.
Before Shane could give any type of response, Lori's eyes shot up. "Who's Emerson?"
"She's who's been taking care of our son after you ran off." Rick spat. His tone was laced with anger, but mostly sadness at the thought.
Lori scoffed. "So she's what? This-this mistress that's been taking care of our son?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard what I asked." Lori replied with a simple shrug of her shoulders.
"Oh, and what about you? Fucking my best friend behind my back? Real classy." said Rick.
The comment left Lori and Shane speechless.
"I guess I'll go get Emerson." Shane said quietly. The awkward tension between the three of them was enough for Shane to want to get out of there. Though Shane knew he was the last person Emerson would want to see, if she was who Carl wanted, he would go and get her. He grabbed his hat, throwing it over his messy curls and stood up. Just as he went to reach for his infamous shot gun, Hershel came out of the bedroom wiping his hands on a towel.
