Note: I can't at all say I know where this story is possibly heading, nor do I know how long it's going to be. I just know something has been nagging in the back of my head since watching Boondock Saints and Walking Dead back to back with one another. Not so bad now that I've typed some of it out, but we'll see what happens as time carries on. Not that it's hard to draw muse of any sort from Norman and Sean - add in Emily, well, things just get interesting.

This is more then likely going to start out and stay a Murphy/Beth pairing. Though I do have a tendency to change my mind so who knows. Connor may or may not acquire a love interest, though at this point I don't have any feels for one. Daryl will be pretty prominent as well, though in what capacity exactly is going to be shown as each chapter comes.

I'm also going to point out that I've more then likely, like definitely, have messed around with character ages. Not to mention have messed with the timelines of both TBS and TWD to get where I wanted to be story-wise and thus plot-wise; even if my plot is being made up as I go along. I'm probably not going to be answering questions to enquiring minds until the story is three or four chapters in. Just cause I think I'll know where things are going to be going by then. Hopefully. Though general, probable guesses are still more then welcome to be made.

Think that about sums everything up.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in relation to either the Boondock Saints or The Walking Dead. This is all just for shits and giggles.

Saints amongst the Dead

Prologue

Dark storm blue eyes locked onto wide blue orbs the shade of a clear sky. Nothing was said as it was all spoken within the shared gaze and body language. Because this was something that needed to be done and with that deep sense of moral obligation touched by some divine guidance there was nothing that would change his mind. It was why his steely resolve was met by her resonating her understanding that filled the space between them. Yes, she didn't like the idea of him being in harms way but there was a devotion for the man standing before her that was tangled with strong dose of pride.

Still nothing could overcome the pain within both of their hearts, and it was this pain that had them meeting in the middle of the room. Bodies came together in a battle of anguish laced with need and desperation. Yet beneath the pressure of hurried hands that shed clothing and the frantic kisses that begun anew before they even ended, was a fiery passion and a love that was all consuming. There was no room for tenderness at that very moment, despite the fact that under normal circumstances each touch and caress would reflect the term. No, this was an unspoken promise, a display of raw feeling that they felt for one another, along with an unspoken goodbye.

Because as naked, warming flesh came together in a tangle of limbs upon the rumpled bed both had failed to keep away the memory that was almost a twin to their frantic need of each other in that moment. Except this time he wasn't about to get on a boat and leave with no intention of coming back, this time he was off to finish something that had started with his father and could only end with his imprisonment or his death. What was worse, him and his brother had made sure that she wouldn't be around for the revelation of either outcome.

Dainty feminine arms and legs pulled the lean and sculpted body of the male closer at the mere thought of her departure within a few hours. Her fingers curling tighter into the muscle of his back as heels pressed into his buttocks and her swollen lips pressed even more firmly against his own. Taking to her cues and sensing the still growing need that was about to hit its crescendo, his large calloused hand curled into the long locks of silky blonde hair and tugged ever so slightly to elongate her neck. His lips left a burning trail down the smooth lines of creamy skin, placing extra pressure in the points behind her ear and pulse point as his other hand pulled up at her hip.

Two sets of different shade of blue eyes met momentarily from the distance he had placed between them before his hips surged forward and joined them in the most primitive of ways. The union had eyes drifting closed as mutual moans hummed from their throats. However there was little relish held for the moment as it was gone as quickly as it was made as the urgency was once again moving them into frantic action.

Hips joined with thrusts that were hard and deep. Hands pressed, pulled, and tugged at flesh and hair. Lips met lips, lips and teeth met and marked flesh. The abuse they made on one another would mark there bodies for days to come, yet neither would come to care about the bruised and scratched destruction stretched across there panes of flesh.

Despite it being only minutes, it had felt miraculously far longer as she felt herself climbing the final rise. Her breath made a final hitch and he made one particular thrust that rubbed all the right places, sending her tipping over the edge with a breathy moan that came out in the echo of his name. "Murphy."

The singular sound was all he needed before he slipped into in native tongue. "Is breá liom tú…" Thrust. "Is breá liom tú…" Thrust. "Is breá liom tú…" Upon his third thrust and profession of love his release had his entire body going lax. Despite the relief of the built up tension, he still found the energy to wrap his arms around the small frame of the woman within his arms and pull her with him as he rolled to the side.

She didn't remain curled up against his side for long as she felt the unspoken words that told them they had to get moving. With a gentle kiss to his chest, her body rolled away from him and she found herself collecting her discarded clothes. Slipping back into her undergarments and shirt, she found her blue eyes finding him dressed in his jeans simply looking at her with an intensity that had her drawing her lower lip in-between her teeth. As he took the steps towards her, she found herself drawn to the small item that was being transferred from one of his large palms to the other.

"If ye and I had met under different circumstances, would be givin to tha son we would of had." Her inhale came sharp as her hand came to splay itself across the base of her throat. Wide eyes drifted from the large, intricate ring to the resigned yet determined face of a man whom had held her heart since she was seventeen. "I can't make ye any promises of our future, but I can give ye this to have as a remembrance of me and everythin I would have wanted fer the both of us."

There was a thickness in her throat and her eyes burned from the tears she refused to shed. Having no words, she pressed a tender, loving kiss to his lips before going to unclasp the chain that was already around her neck. Together, they placed his family ring on the chain where it sat next to her knotted cross before securing it once again.

In silence, they once again finished dressing until that moment came and they both realized time was up. Both froze and simply looked at one another, searing what they were seeing in that moment within there memories. Her hand left the doorknob, not even sure when she had pulled the door partially open and found herself wrapped up within his arms again. The kiss they shared was chaste, when they pulled away to press there foreheads together she swallowed.

"Close your eyes…" Came her whisper as she slowly pulled away. "Keep them closed." With each step she took towards the door, the harder it was to keep the tears at bay. Thankfully, he listened because she wanted him to remember the strength she held on to in there moment of goodbye. When it was just there fingertips brushed against one another, both of there arms outstretched, she uttered her final "I love you" before disappearing behind the door and making her way down the steps that would lead into the bar.

Going down the final step, she lifted her head to meet the gentle gaze of Noah. The older man had taken two steps to her one before pulling her into a hug. His aged voice mumbled a prayer of a safe journey before pulling away and gently cupping her cheek where he caught the stray tear that managed to escape the corner of her eye.

The smile she offered was gentle, though it did not reach her eyes as she stepped away from him only to turn and face the brother of the one she loved with her entire being. As his arms opened, more of her tears fell just as she fell within his embrace. "It'll be alright Lass, you'll see. No getting rid of us that easy."

What laugh she managed was strangled by a sob as she held him closer and buried her face within his neck. "I've never wanted to be rid of either of you." Came her mumble. "Still don't." His hold tightened as his fingers trailed the length of her blonde hair, which brought about a gentle sigh before she withdrew.

Meeting each others gaze, both of there smiles were sad and she found herself overcome with more tears by the gentle kiss he placed to her forehead. "Time to get going sweet girl."

Nodding, she pressed a kiss to his cheek before stepping back. The door to the pub opening as she did so. "Love you Connor." There was a momentary shift in his features before the familiar gleam filled his eyes and he responded with a simple wink before she turned around and met the face of Special Agent Bloom.

The woman offered her a closed lipped smile and tilted her head towards the door, except neither managed to step closer to it as she was halted by the desperate sound of her name as it echoed down the stairs.

"Beth."

It was far more clearer at that point where she turned around to see the dark haired Irishman crossing the space between them and crushing her frame against his own. For a moment all he did was hold her before pulling back enough to place a searing kiss on her lips and Beth found herself returning it with the same intensity.

When he finally released her, Murphy rested his forehead to her own and closed his eyes, "Is breá liom tú mo éan amhrán."

His desperate and broken tone released more of the tears she swore she wouldn't shed. But there was no stopping them now when he sounded like she had felt. "Agus mé tú, deo." The native language rolled off her tongue amongst her tears as she pressed her final kiss to his lips. They then met each others gaze one more time before she left out the door with Eunice.

No one had uttered any goodbyes that day, they could only hope the luck of the Irish be there with them wherever they may go.

Translations:

Is breá liom tú. I love you

Is breá liom tú mo éan amhrán. I love you my song bird

Agus mé tú, deo. And I you, forever (I and you, forever)