A/N: The lovely, IsisNichole, gave me the idea of uploading the first chapter to the apocalyptic version of 'Just Call Me Lucifer/Sympathy For The Devil'. Is it possible to have a fanfic.. about a fanfic? Because if so, this is what this is lol, I love writing this version of the Grimes and I don't want to stop, so this story is literally going to be just for fun, as I will be tempted to go back to the other version in the future… Either way, hope you angels enjoy!

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Chapter 1:

'...The most Beautiful Thang...'

Rick woke up to sun rays warming his skin. He used pure will power to open an eye, and to his horror, the blinds were up and the window was open. He groaned as he rolled over, but was met with a wall of resistance.

"Oh my god, dad stop-"

"Daddy! Stop moving-"

"Naughty daddy!"

"Rick, quit moving"

He frowned as he peered at his family, all squashed onto his queen sized bed. Carl was at the foot of the bed, tapping away at his phone screen, while Judith was sat between he and Michonne, playing on Rick's phone, and Andre was laid across all of them, watching some brightly colored program on the TV.

"Really? All three of you are in my bed now?", He rasped as he sat up, "Why the hell are you even here, Carl?"

"I still live here on the weekends", His son countered, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"I don't remember agreeing to that…", Rick mumbled, before looking down at Judith, "You better not be running up a bill again, Judith"

"No, daddy", She muttered, not attempting to look at him either.

"Oh god! Andre let one go!", Carl groaned as he pulled his t-shirt over his nose.

"Gross!", Judith cried, slapping her hand over her mouth.

"Leave my little stinky butt alone", Michonne pouted as she looked at the small, curly haired boy, who was paying no attention to the commotion he caused.

"Jesus Christ", Rick recoiled when the smell hit him, looking to Michonne, "What the hell did you give him?"

"You leave him alone, too", She pointed one of the papers she held in her hand at him.

"It smells like death, Michonne"

"He has a lot of vegetables in his diet-"

"You still got him on that vegan nonsense? Have you noticed the difference in how he smells compared to how those two smelt at that age? He could clear a room with that butt"

She bit her lip as she tried to suppress a chuckle, "Stop it."

"We could use him on the force. We don't need teargas, just throw him at the crowd"

Carl snickered from the other side of the bed, "That's funny"

"Can ya'll get out of my bed, please? Saturday mornings are for me and your mother to lay in-"

"You said you'd take me to get my pageant dress, daddy?", Judith's brows furrowed together, finally tearing her gaze away from the phone.

He matched her expression, "Yeah, later"

"But I don't want to wait any longer! I want to see it and try it on-"

"It's not going anywhere-", Rick stopped himself when he noticed something different about his daughter's face, "What happened to your eyebrows?"

Judith's eyes widened, and she quickly buried herself underneath the comforter.

"What happened to her eyebrows? Why are they so thin?", He questioned Michonne.

She sighed, "Judith, tell your father what happened"

Judith called out a muffled, "No!"

"Girl, you better get up here", Michonne warned, skimming over the words on the page.

"You said you'd tell him for me!"

"I lied. Tell him."

"You better get up and tell me, Judith. Now", Rick waited for her to appear.

His daughter removed the comforter with a huff, "Mama caught me plucking my eyebrows so she had to fix them for me"

Rick studied the area again, "Why are you doing things to your face? There was nothing wrong with your eyebrows! You're ten years old!"

"They're bushy!", She complained.

His face pinched, "You're ten years old! I don't care if they grow all the way down to your chin! You leave them the hell alone!"

Carl chuckled, so did Michonne as she shook her head at him, "She didn't do too much damage Rick, and they'll grow back"

"They better! I want to see them how they're meant to look a month from now-"

"Okay, daddy-", Judith exhaled, dropping her head on his shoulder.

"Good girl", He leant down and kissed her forehead, "You're absolutely beautiful the way you are. You look like your mama, and ain't she the most beautiful thang you ever seen?"

"She is", the girl nodded.

Michonne gave him a bashful smile, "Stop"

"Feel free to throw some compliments down here", Carl suggested from behind his phone.

"You look like me. There's your compliment", Rick smirked.

"Look, see! Daddy!", Andre called, pointing to the screen as he scrambled to his feet.

Rick looked up to the flat screen TV on the wall, and sure enough, there he was, "Oh god, I look old"

"Why are you on TV, daddy?", Judith quizzed, sitting up in shock.

"There were a few attacks yesterday, they wanted to check we had it under control"

"You think they're on drugs or something? For them to be attacking people that way, it must be drugs?", Michonne's voice was thick with concern.

"We don't know yet, but it's a possibility... Apparently they're biting people-"

"Did you see it happen?", Carl probed, finally dropping his phone to his chest.

"Nah, just the aftermath, and it weren't pretty at all. Good thing they were in the hospital when it happened. They've got special OPS agents over there now, they don't think us small town officers can handle it"

Michonne scoffed, "I'm glad. I don't want you over there if they're trying to eat people"

He chuckled at his wife, "They are not trying to eat people. They're just aggressive, and they're trying to get away"

"Juice!", Andre announced as he stood up on the bed, his hands in the air.

"You want juice? Alright, let's go get you some juice", Rick held out his hands, and his youngest son barrelled towards him, "Come on. We got stuff to do, so I want all of ya'll ready in the next two hours. You too Carl. I'm not having you lounge around the whole day"

"I'm eighteen! That's what I'm meant to do", The young male growled, pulling the comforter over his head.

"Come on. We can have a nice family day out, you used to like that… before you decided to leave the family", Michonne sighed, climbing out the bed.

"Oh my god, mom. Please. I joined the police academy and I'm home every weekend"

"But you don't call in the week, so how am I to know if you're dead or alive?"

"Wait, what? Mom, campus is a thirty minute drive-"

"She's right. You know you're meant to call your mother. You're always meant to call your mother, regardless of when you last saw her and even if she knows exactly where you are. You call her and you let her know you're doing fine and that you're eating well", Rick preached as he walked around the bed carrying Andre, "Now get up... And make the bed"

"Just call me Cinderella already"

"You'd make a pretty Cinderella", Judith smiled as she followed after her mother.

"Thanks!"

"Ju-ju-juice! Ju-ju-juice! Ju-ju-juice!", Andre sang as his father carried him down the stairs.

"Is that your juice song?", Rick grinned at him, "I think daddy likes that"

"Can we order pizza when Lily comes over?", Judith requested as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"What is it with you guys and pizza? Seriously?", He eyed her suspiciously, "Your brother was exactly the same way. Always wanting pizza"

"You like pizza too, daddy"

"I do, but not eight times a week"

"Mama's always making those weird vegetable thangs… and I like meat"

"Hey! It's good for you!", Michonne called over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen.

"I know mama, but not everyday…"

Rick snickered as he let his son run free, "You're not meant to have pizza everyday"

Judith's face crumbled with disgust as she leaned on the door frame, "That's not fun"

"You'll thank me when you're older", Michonne insisted as she poured water into Andre's Sippy, "Where's my little monster?"

"Rah!", Andre growled, running up to her, using his hands as claws.

She smiled at him as she bent down and handed him his cup, "There you go, baby"

Rick waited until his son had the straw in his mouth before lifting him up and carrying him over to Judith, "Here, go sit with your brother so I can kiss on your mother for a little while"

Judith's jaw dropped as she took the toddler, "Eww! Daddy gross!"

"Well ya'll interrupted my morning routine, so it's only fair that I return the favour", He sniggered, watching her stomp away in horror.

"You are terrible", Michonne cackled as she placed the pan on the stove.

"I love my little boy but he's been interfering with our alone time", He made his way over to her.

"We didn't co-sleep with Judith or Carl, so I wanted to try it out. Who'd have known he wouldn't want to leave",

Rick spun her around to face him, "I never want to leave the bed when you're in it"

She giggled as she laced her arms around his neck, "Good, cause I don't want you to"

"Tell Carl to take the kids out, we'll stay here", He grinned as he nuzzled his face in her neck, "We haven't walked around naked for years"

"Because the last time we did we made Andre"

He laughed heartily at her before letting his lips find hers, and he gave her a sweet, soft kiss. He would have preferred to have devoured her in the comfort of their bed, but in all honesty, he'd have her anywhere he could.

"Don't go in there! Daddy's kissing on mama again!"

"Gross!"

Both Rick and Michonne snickered at their horrified children, before Michonne broke away from him, "I have to get breakfast started"

Rick raised an eyebrow at her as he grabbed a handful of her ass, "I think mine is already done-"

"What did I tell you about back there?", She warned, "Only on your birthday"

"You say that but… last time I was back there, you was screaming out all kinds of thangs-"

"Because I was in shock-"

"You called me a king and you told me your body was my castle".

She narrowed her eyes at him, "I got a little carried away"

"You said you wanted to feel my reign-"

"I did not!", She hissed, though she couldn't hide her smile as she tried to squirm out of his grip.

"Wonder what I can get you to say tonight-"

"Buy me some new earrings and I'll tell you whatever you want to hear", Her eyes lit up with the suggestion.

He raised an eyebrow at her, "You have more than enough-"

She covered his mouth with his hand as she gasped, "That's blasphemy"

He liked the palm of her hand, causing her to squeal, "Let me get my practise in for later-"

"Daddy! Uncle Daryl's on the phone! He said leave Mama alone, it's urgent!", Judith called from the living room.

"Go get it", Michonne insisted, finally free from his hold and making her way over to the fridge.

He pouted as he took one last look at his wife's toned back and long lean legs, before trudging along the hallway to the living room. All three of his children had decided to recreate the scene he woke up to, by lounging on the couch. He took the phone from Judith's hand with a sigh, "Yeah? What's going on?"

"Aye, somethan's going on, Leon called me and said the lines are ringing off the hook, somethan's going down at the hospital and he ain't been able to get through to any other department", Daryl explained hurriedly.

"What's happening at the hospital?", Rick clicked his fingers at Carl to get his attention, as his youngest son was attempting to jump off the arm of the chair.

"More people are coming in and the military's down there now-"

"What? The military?", Rick frowned, trying to pay attention to the phone call while Judith held up a magazine to him, pointing eagerly at the image of a girl in white dress. He held his finger up to her to signal to wait.

"Yeah, man"

Rick pursed his lips as he considered what to do next, "Get dressed, we're going up there"

"Alright"

He hung up and stalked back to the kitchen, "Listen, I need to get up to the hospital-"

"What for?", She peered over her shoulder with a frown.

"I need to find out what's going on with this thing-"

"You said they were eating people, If they're eating people then what do you need to find out?", She swung around to look at him, her waist length dreads swinging with her.

"Can you calm down, please?", He didn't want to laugh, but he found his wife to be irrational at times.

"No! Somethings happening and you're down playing it-"

"I'm not down playing it! I told you these people are pumped up on somethan' and they're attacking people but the military's down there-"

"The military!?"

"Please, stop screeching, you're gonna wake up every dog within a ten miles radius. Let me go see what's happening and I'll give you a call when I find out, but I don't want ya'll going out there, okay?-"

"See! What does that mean?! Why don't you want us going out there, Rick?!"

"God", He growled, pinching his nose bridge as he turned to leave the room, "It means, I don't know what's going on out there so I don't want any of ya'll out there. That's what it means, so now I'm gonna go change, okay?"

Her eyes darted all over his face, "You better call me-"

"I will-"

"And you better be careful!"

"I always am-"

"Don't do touch anything you're not meant to-"

"Alright!"

…

"Caught Lily playing with her eyebrows, trying to pluck 'em off-"

"Judith too. Michonne had to fix them for her"

Daryl glanced at Rick as he drove, "It's them damn magazines their reading. I told Sasha to put em away"

"I don't know why they're doing it but it needs to stop. She said 'they're bushy'-"

"That's what Lily said! I told her she got brows like me and she damn near cried"

A chuckle burst from Rick's lips, "Well if that isn't an insult"

"Right? She used to be a little tomboy, running around in the dirt and grabbing bugs… now she got her face in her mother's phone all the time. I told her she's nine years old, she needs to act like it"

"Kids these days are growing up too fast. They wanna dress up and go out… except for Carl. He's decided he just wants to live in our damn bed on the weekends"

"...Ya'll do have a nice bed though. 'Chonne showed it to me when you first got it"

"It was nice, before all three of them moved in on it. Andre's bed is like brand new because he's only slept in it once… and even then it was for an hour before he started screaming the place down-"

"What the hell!"

Rick hit the brakes hard when a small group of people ran into the road, all looking back towards the cafe. An older woman spotted him I'm the car and charged over to the window, "Sheriff! In there! Some man's attacking a lady in there! He's biting her!"

Rick glanced at Daryl, before reaching on the glove compartment for his colt python, "Alright, go find somewhere safe! Now!"

Rick and Daryl exited the vehicle and sprinted to the Cafe in a crouched position, trying to see something through the stained glass windows.

Rick approached the door first, as he had their only weapon, and he slowly pushed open the door, only to see over turned tables and chairs. He thought he couldn't hear anything, until the faint sound of chewing caught his attention. He stuck his head inside, and saw movement near the front of the bar.

Slipping through the small gap he made, he drew his weapon, holding it up high as he walked cautiously. Daryl followed behind him with both fists raised.

They both saw the man in question at the same time, bent over another person, causing them both to stop dead in their tracks. Rick looked at Daryl with wide eyes as they tried to wrap their head around the scene before them.

"Hey! Hands up now!", Rick ordered, placing himself in front of Daryl.

The man's head rolled up, and slowly turned to face them with cloudy eyes and a blood stained mouth. A low growl left him, while he still chewed on, what Rick could assume, was an intestine.

"What the fuck is this shit?", Daryl muttered picking up a coke bottle from the bar, holding it like a weapon.

Without thinking about it, Rick shot the man in his shoulder, causing him to fall forward, but he soon began to push himself back up.

"Shoot his back out", Daryl ordered.

Rick shot him again, twice in the back, and while dark red blood poured from the wounds, the man still moved, "He's still moving-"

"I can see that"

The man stood up and faced them, raising his hands as he stumbled towards them.

"His head!", Daryl yelled as they back up.

Rick raced his gun higher and shot the man in the head, stopping him dead in his tracks, and leading him to fall into heap. Rick stared at the body with a horrified expression, "What… the fuck, just happened?"

"He was eating her. Look. He was eating her damn stomach!", Daryl pointed at the other body by the bar.

"He was eating her damn- Oh my god, Michonne was right", Rick's eyes widened when he realised his wife dramatic assumptions were correct.

"What? 'Chonne knew about this?"

"Nah, she was just saying that, but… she was right", Rick narrowed his eyes at the corpse, "He looks just like that other guy we saw at the hospital-"

"They both got them same white eyes", Daryl stepped over the man as he examined him, "Them body shots didn't do shit to him"

"He shook 'em off like we were spraying him with water", Rick crouched down as he raked his fingers through his hair, "This aint drugs… this some kind of virus or somethan'... And this is going around… it's going around and we need to be careful. We shouldn't touch them with our bare hands… we don't even know how it's spreading-"

"Oh shit, you know who this is?"

Rick looked up at his friend, then the body, "Who?"

"He's that new pharmacist. I saw him the other day when Lily had that cold… he just moved here about a week ago"

Rick stood up and looked down at the man, "You think he's been around the people at the hospital?"

"He must of been-", Both men whipped around when they heard another, high pitched growl from behind them.

Rick's eyes widened when he saw the woman on the floor flailing her arms, but barely able to move as her stomach still lay exposed, and a large chunk of her neck missing, "Did she just-"

"How the hell is she moving?! Half her shit is hanging out!", Daryl grabbed the bottle again.

Rick raised his gun again, "Mam?! Can you hear me?"

The woman flipped over, and began to drag herself towards them, causing what was left of her remaining organs to fall to the ground, and causing Rick almost gag. He lowered the pistol to her head and shot her, right between the eyes.

Both men were rooted in the spot, staring down at the bodies in front of them with disbelief. Rick finally moved, scratching his brow with his thumb, "Who the hell do we call about this?"

"...Us?", Daryl rasped, squinting at him.

"Nah, this… this is above us. This is… I don't know what this is", He rubbed the back of his neck, "We'll call an ambulance… then file a report…"

"Saying what? We walked in and shot this man for eating this woman, then shot her because she was meant to be dead but she decided she wasn't ready for that?", Daryl snorted, "There ain't no way that we can write this down without it sounding like some damn story-"

"Freeze!", the door swung open, and Shane appeared, holding his weapon out in front of him. He came to an abrupt halt when he saw the corpses in front of Rick and Daryl, and his eyes almost bulged, "What in the hell-"

"You got called out?", Rick quizzed, taking in his casual clothing.

"Leon called me", Shane answered, looking down at the dead woman, "I was on my way to the department, then I saw all the people outside… what happened?"

"...He was eating her, so we shot him, then… she was meant to be dead. She looked dead. And she started coming towards us and- it doesn't even sound right when I say it", Rick shook his head as he started to pace, "That woman was dead. She was dead. Look at her! That's probably her liver right there, right? He did that. He was eating her. He was eating her and she was dead. Then she… she woke up. She woke up and she started dragging herself over to us…"

"We shot the man four times. You would have thought we were shooting rice grains at him", Daryl added, staring at Shane with a blank expression.

The third man's eyes darted back and forth between them, "So what are you trying to say?"

"We are trying to say that both of these people should have been dead, but they weren't", Rick responded sternly, "She should have been dead, and she should have stayed dead, but she… wasn't"

"Head shots took 'em out", Daryl crouched down with a grunt.

Shane ran his hand over his mouth, "You think it's drugs?"

"What drug does this, Shane? Huh? Just look. Look at them. What drug does that?", Rick cocked his head at the man, "Meth? Heroine?-"

"...Could be a bad batch?"

Rick's eye twitched as he stared at the man, "You know what, call an ambulance, tell them what happened so they can send out whoever they need to send out, and we'll have to tell people to stay in their homes until… until this makes sense. People are already starting to panic-"

"Can't blame 'em ", Daryl mumbled.

"Just… we'll drive around, and tell them to stay in their homes, then we get to the hospital… talk to them and see how they're dealing with this…"

"...They're probably shooting them in the head too. You saw how they were, they weren't doing nothing but growling like wild dogs"

Rick exhaled tiredly as he started for the door, "Alright, come on. We're officially on duty"