Delilah Dixon starts off the apocalypse with her two older brothers. Merle and Daryl. Her and her brothers were known as the red-neck trash in the group, but Shane Walsh saw something else in her.
What if Shane Walsh didn't die?
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Guns became their second priority behind pleasing Negan. Finding the guns might be the only way they have a chance to fight with having more people on their side. With their new deal they had to supply for two new groups meaning they had to send more people out. Rick and Michonne had left without knowing when they'd be back. Rick had sent Shane and Delilah on a supply run as well. Without either of them knowing when they'd be back they didn't want to come home empty handed.
Shane and Delilah traveled on foot. Their feet crunching on the crunchy terrain for hours. Delilah's scanned their surroundings constantly, her hand ever far from her tomahawk strapped to her back. Shane, kept the one handgun out of the two he had strapped to his belt, but his eyes were on the horizon watching for any signs of movement. It was eerily quiet like the world had gone silent as they trekked through the woods, avoiding the roads while looking at their map. They've decided to follow a trail to a grocery store father out than the've traveled before.
Shane adjusted his backpack, feeling the weight settle onto his shoulders. Delilah noticed his shift and glanced over. "You alright?" She asked him, her voice low but steady. "Just...thinkin'."
Delilah gave him a small smile. "About?" Her voice ringing in the middle of the word.
"It's just quiet out here. If we can find something good we might actually have a chance."
"Yeah. I get that." Delilah understood what he meant. The burn for a better future and a better life considering the fall of the world around them. "We'll be fine. I like to believe that for us." Her smile a ghost on her lips.
"I know. And for everyone. Judith, Carl, Maggie, her baby." His words were soft at the last mention. The baby. The thought of their's still lingering between them. The baby they could have had.
"We just have to keep going. Keep going strong. No stopping." Delilah said, keeping the positives still in the picture.
"I know." Shane's voice was low but with courage.
"We have to be close." Delilah pointed to the map and looked up. They've been walking for a few hours. Soon they would loose daylight if they didn't get there fast enough. The couple trekked back to the road where they spotted the building just a couple feet away.
They reach the old grocery store, the windows shattered but the door still on its hinges. Shane motions to Delilah to stop, his finger pressing to his finger pressing to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. "Stay sharp." He whispered the warning. Delilah nodded as she took her tomahawk out of the sheath and gripped it tightly. They exchange a brief look before Shane nudges the door open slowly. The hinges creak as it swings inward, and the smell of rot hits them immediately of rotten food and decay.
