klinta00
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My name is Fancy Grimes. Yeah, Fancy. I'm twenty-two years old, and apparently my momma was on one hell of a Reba kick when I was born. I've spent my whole life hearing jokes about my name, so trust me I've already heard whatever one you're thinking.
Rick Grimes is my father, although you wouldn't know it from most of my childhood. His wife made it perfectly clear she didn't want me around, and instead of fighting her on it, Dad stayed away more than he should have.
Luckily for me, Shane Walsh didn't.
Shane was Dad's best friend, but to me, he became so much more than that. He was the man who actually showed up. The one who protected me, worried about me, taught me things, and made damn sure I knew somebody was always in my corner.
That's why I don't call him Shane.
I call him Pops.
Then the world goes completely to hell, the dead refuse to stay dead, and suddenly all the family problems I thought were complicated don't seem nearly as important as surviving another day.
Good thing I've never exactly been normal.
I've got magic, a smart mouth, a stubborn streak a mile wide, and absolutely no intention of letting the apocalypse tell me what I can and can't have.
And apparently, surviving the end of the world isn't complicated enough, because somewhere between walkers, family drama, and trying to keep the people I love alive, more than one man manages to catch my attention.
My name is Fancy Grimes.
The world might be ending...
but I plan on going out in style.