Aubree Rae Morris. Only 23 when the world went to shit, a second-year med student with an internship at her local hospital under her mother's watchful eye. An older brother and a best friend she loved dearly and a father who taught her right from wr...
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An: The third episode of season three was skipped since it did not involve Aubree and the group at all.
Wrapped up in blankets and entangled together with Glenn my head rests on his bare chest and my arms wrapped around his shoulder as my head is buried in his neck. Glenn traced his fingers up and down my waist where my shirt was hiked up making me squeal but it comes out muffled through his neck.
He chuckled and turned his head placing soft kisses up and down my jaw, I moan quietly turning my head to rest on his shoulder and letting my lips brush against his neck. "We should get up soon" he whispers causing me to groan "But I'm so warm and cuffy"
He chuckles again and squeezes his arms tighter around my waist, I snuggled into him more squeezing him back and rubbing my head against his shoulder as my forehead rests against his neck.
"Glenn! Aubree!" Daryl yells up to us making me groan again, Glenn removes his arms from around my torso and slides out from under the blankets. He moves towards the door about to open it when I look up and he has nothing but his boxers on. "Um...Glenn" he turns back to me humming in response.
I nod my head towards his little half "Might want to put on some pants babe" he looks down and his eyes widen "O-oh he walks back over to our makeshift bed and grabs his pants sliding them on and grabbing his belt. He now opens the door and walks out while tightening his belt around his waist "Hey! What's up, guys?" He calls out nervously.
I grab my jeans and slide them on under the blankets before I push them off and zip up my boots, along with my red flannel over a simple tank top. I buckle up my belt with my holster and sheath around my waist. I hear the others laughing from below as I get dressed "You comin'?" Daryl calls out.
"What?" Glenn calls back after not hearing him clearly causing them all to keep laughing "You comin'? Come on, we could use a hand!" Glenn nods "Yeah, we'll be right down!" He turns back around to see me standing there fully dressed. I run my hand through my messy hair trying to tame it somewhat, pulling half back and putting it up in a small bun I toss him his shirt when I finish.
He slips it on and hands me my guns since I hadn't gotten that far, he moves our blankets out of the way to open the hatch and climbing down. I turn around and lower myself enough to close the hatch and keep going down. I glance behind me to see Glenn standing there with a big smile.
"Are you checking out my ass?" I ask curiously causing him to smirk "Maybe" I jump down from the last two rails right in front of him. I grin and shake my head at him amused at his blatant staring. I follow Glenn out of the walkway from the bottom of the tower right to the front of the prison gates.
The last two prisoners are standing there facing Rick, Daryl, and T-Dog "But you gotta understand! We can't live in that place another minute, you follow me? All the bodies, people we knew! Blood, brains everywhere! There's ghosts!" The blonde prisoner Axel pleads with Rick while hugging his arms close to his chest in his dirty jumpsuit.