A/N - Okay so I have recently started to watch The Walking Dead and have completely fell in love with it. So why not add it to another one of my ultimate favourite TV-shows charmed and mix it up a little? I have seen every season of TWD and every season of Charmed about a bajillion times.

{If you're wondering, the timeline is Chris and Wyatt's so everything that is happening is happening around when Wyatt is Twenty-Four and Chris Twenty-Three. The other characters are the same age as they are in Season one of TWD and the outbreak started around 2023. It is also set in Season 1 of TWD}

Wyatt's Powers are: Projection, Force Field, Telekinesis/Telekinetic orbing/Remote Orbing, Immunity, Energy Balls, Pyrokinesis (From his Projection), Energy Waves, a hybrid of his mother's Molecular Combustion Combustive Orbing, Orbing, Healing, and Sensing and Glamouring.

Chris's Powers are: Telekinesis, Molecular Immobilization, Astral Projection, Telekinetic Orbing, Orbing, and Mediumship.

Chapter 1 - Lost and Homeless

"Chris, hurry up!"

There was nothing around for miles, yet only the vicious moans and groans of the things behind them reminding Wyatt and Chris Halliwell of the need to find shelter and barricade themselves away from the hell that was around the two boys. The eldest out of the two, Wyatt, twisted his arm violently around and flicked his fingers gracefully to make the head of the walker behind his brother explode. It was a close one this time, as it almost nipped at the flesh of his little brother's bare shoulder.

They would have orbed out of this mess but the pair had no idea where to orb to. The Manor was out of question as it had been overrun by the un-dead and by now the whole city of San Francisco would have been destroyed. Atlanta had been a whole new town to the Charmed Sons and they hadn't even had the chance to scout out any safe areas within the town before millions upon millions of corpses came running to dinner.

The boys, the only last hope of the world had heard of a refugee centre in this city, a place where they could find out more about a cure and help those who had needed it.

"I'm running as fast as I can Wyatt!" The younger brunette called out to his brother who had turned back to face forward. There had to be a place to hide or something they could do to distract the horde of walkers that were chasing them like a dog after a postman, anything, they just needed an opportunity that would save their lives. Fortunately for the two witches, they passed a boarded up general store that seemed to be the safest bet. But first they had to get away from the walking dead.

Grabbing Chris's arm firmly, Wyatt orbed them out of the way and into the store, leaving behind a projection version of themselves to lead the zombies away from their trail. The Twice-Blessed just had to hope that there were none inside. Making his hands fall to his knees in an attempt to slow his breathing, Chris began counting in his head, while his blonde haired older brother scouted the room that they were in. Chris needed to calm down… even if the event he had just been in caused him to freak out, the younger witchlighter couldn't afford to have a panic attack at the moment. They hadn't searched the area nor had they known if any demons were after them, but even having a group of demons surprise attack them right about now, would be so much better than getting chased by walking sharks.

"Are you okay? That walker nearly had you for lunch." Wyatt asked once he had returned from scouting the room that they were in. There had been back rooms, but the Twice-Blessed hadn't seen the point in searching them, if the two were just taking this place as a pit stop. He knew his little brother was almost on the verge of breaking down so he had used the joke to try and lighten him up. Who knew panic attacks could be so deadly?

"I just need a few…just to gather myself." Chris breathed, taking in so much more air than he had actually needed. "Is the area safe?"

"Yeah, from what I could tell there's no walkers around, no rotting corpses to eat us as a happy meal." Wyatt said, rather amused. That is until he saw the angered look on Chris's face. "What?"

"Can you stop joking about this like it's some sort of game? The world has ended Wy… there's nothing more to joke about." He knew that Wyatt's sense of humour was just a way of covering up how he really felt, but from the amount of times he had done it lately… Chris didn't know how much more he could put up with his older brother's optimistic nature and tendency to make everything completely ridiculous. It was at least about time he told him to shut up.

There was a small silence before Wyatt had made his mouth move to answer. He had to admit he was slightly shocked by his brother's little outburst, although if he were Chris then he'd probably do the same. "Alright fine… geez" the witch said ending the sentence in a quiet whisper.

Once Chris had finally gathered himself together the two set off in search for any supplies that they could possibly use, food, water, clothes… anything! Normally Wyatt would just conjure some clothes and food but his little brother hated the taste of the food and hated the quality of his clothes. He never complained about the clothes that he had gotten from Wyatt, but with the possibility that they could find actual, normal, food Chris couldn't stay quiet about it. Reaching a door -which was mostly placed in the corner- the youngest waved his hand over to his brother to follow him and he did. As they crawled through the door they got to an open hallway which was dark. Wyatt was about to continue forward, but was stopped by the quick jolt of his brothers hand. Stopping him from moving any further.

"You hear that?" Chris asked staring forward to the end of the hallway. He couldn't see anything, but he could definitely hear the sounds of people talking away.

"Hear what?"

"Shh! Just listen."

And Wyatt did, stepping quietly in front of his brother. "That's people. That's actual living people." He announced almost too excitedly.

"How did you not sense them when we orbed in here in the first place!" Chris hushed, throwing his arms out to the side and then slapping them at his sides, as if to say to his brother- 'are you an idiot!?'

"I can't believe that there are actually people alive in all of this mess. What are we going to do?"

"Well we can't exactly just walk up to them. What if they're serial killers or something?"

"No, they're not. I can sense they're not." This was true in a way because Wyatt had an early development of Aura Sensing. Technically it was a power called Aura Manipulation, but because Wyatt had only just received it, the witch could only feel good or bad vibes off of people and every now and then when he really concentrated could see the actual colours.

"Alright then, so we just walk on over and introduce ourselves?" Chris asked his brother with high amounts of sarcasm. "The best thing we need to do…" The youngest witch started staring incredulously at his brother, before someone had interrupted them.

"Who the hell are you!?" The new voice yelled, keeping the steady aim of a shotgun at the two. The man, who seemed rather freighted at the sudden appearance of two random strangers, stared carefully at the boys darting the gun from one then to the other. Not knowing what else to do, both Wyatt and Chris held their hands up slowly and let themselves be ushered out into the large gathering where four people had been standing grotesquely over a mauled corpse. When they entered the room, Wyatt almost went into a panic attack himself as he watched the gathering of people throw their weapons up and aim them at the two young adults. But when he gazed over to his brother, he only saw a calm, blank composure. How was it even possible to stay this calm?

"W, we don't mean any harm." Wyatt announced placing his hands further behind his head. That was at least the last thing that came to the Twice-Blessed's head. He was the only one who could save everyone, and he wanted to do just exactly that. Not hurt people in a mad scramble to survive.

"How did you get in here?" the calmest out of all of them, who seemed to be leading, asked.

'Well, you see were witches and well we kinda have the power to teleport and we just ran ourselves away from a vicious pack of zombies without any guns.' Was what Chris really wanted to say, but seeing as these people would probably blast his brains out if he did, he decided against it and came up with a pretty legitimate story. Thankfully he was the brother that had the special talent of lying.

"We came here because of the broadcast about a safe haven." The brunette started and asked at the same time. "But when we got into town and saw that it had been overrun… we ran, but we didn't have anywhere to run to so we just snuck around the alleyways until we found this place." Chris had always been a really good liar, even in the toughest and rarest situations he could pick a story and follow it as easy as he could count. "My brother here… Wyatt, he actually has a knack for lockpicking doors…" At this Wyatt shot him a glare. Why did he have to have the criminal record in this tale? "And well he just did his magic and here we are. We just need some food and we'll be on our way. There's no need to…" he stopped and prodded his finger innocently behind him. "Have us under serial killer watch." Chris dropped the look that he had on his face and then turned it into one which pleaded. "Please… we have nowhere else to go."