summary: when the winchesters thought they had stopped all kinds of apocalypses happen, hell strikes again with a zombie apocalypse and they find themselves separated from you. you get taken in by rick and his people and find yourself slowly falling for the archer (i suck at summaries) pairing: sam winchester x sister!reader, dean winchester x sister!reader, castiel x friend!reader, possible (definite) daryl x reader characters: You, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene/Rhee, Michonne, Beth Greene, Hershel Greene, Carol Peletier word count: about 3.3k
sorry if there are any mistakes!!! I’m still working on further parts but I hope I can continue this fic for as long as possible
It was a beautiful day in Georgia. Some birds were
chirping, the sun was shining – it would’ve been calm – if it weren’t for the
black Chevrolet Impala speeding down the road. The loud roar of the engine was
attracting a lot of walkers from the woods, something the four people in the
car didn’t quite notice. The car was Dean Winchester’s one and only, you could
say he almost loved it more than he loved his family. How the car made it
through the apocalypse, you didn’t know, but Dean sure was glad that they had
a car to get them from point A to point B. You were seated in the
backseat of the car, a thud made you turn around.
“Uh, Dean… You might wanna see this.” You said and
tapped your brother on the shoulder. His gaze shifted to the rearview mirror and
he groaned loudly. Sam Winchester, sat shotgun next to Dean, turned his whole
body around to take a look at what’s happening.
“I remember you guys always saying that zombies did
not exist.” Castiel said, his voice as deep as always. You gnawed on your
bottom lip and turned back around.
“Yeah, that’s what we thought but this is straight
outta the damn Dawn of the Dead movie.” Dean grumbled. Sam and you scoffed
at this but Cas had no idea what you were talking about. Of course he didn’t,
there were no movies to see in heaven and even here on earth, Castiel never had
a chance to see many, let alone movies about zombies.
“You know… it’s a good thing, though.” You said.
Dean slammed on the brakes, causing everyone to fly forward in their seats and
he turned around to stare at you in utter confusion. Sam slowly turned
and gave you the same look.
“How is that a good thing?” He asked, a little angry
at his little sister. Castiel kept quiet and just listened to the conversation.
You rolled your eyes and leaned forward over the front seat. You looked at
Dean, then at Sam and rolled your eyes once again at the looks you received.
“Don’t you look at me like that!” You warned, pointing
your index finger at them both, “Those things can be killed with anything, other
than the monster we’re used to. And it seems like every other monster has
either been turned into one of those sons of bitches of has been eaten by them.
So those rotting things out there are the only thing we gotta take care of for
Persephone:Roses are red, violets are blue…sunflowers are yellow…tulips come in all kinds of colors…daffodils are also yellow. Apollo: Was that supposed to be a poem? Persephone: No, I just like flowers.
Rick after he saved Morty when he's not around:
Be good, Morty. Be better than me.
Rick when Morty is still around:
Fuck you. I only saved your ass for my master plan involving your parent's getting divorced. So I could use you for camouflage before finally getting some mcnugget sauce.