A/N: Well hello you lovely people. So I've had this story stuck in my head for a little while now and decided it was best to put it into words. This was originally going to be a Twilight Fic, which I even made a trailer for (You can find it on my profile), but after some careful consideration and some major edits, have decided to post it for The Walking Dead. So I hope you all enjoy :)

Summary: After the passing of their brother Shawn, Beth and Maggie Greene take it upon themselves to fulfil his last request. So with a little help from Maggie's boyfriend Glenn, and Daryl, Shawn's best friend and notorious bad boy; the four set off on a journey of a life time to give him his final wish...Seemed simple enough, but simple never really was Shawn's style.

Rating: T

Pairings: Daryl/Beth, Glenn/Maggie

PLEASE NOTE: I just want everyone to know that although this is supposed to be a light hearted story, I do not take cancer as a joke. I have personally been through cancer scares myself recently, and during the difficult time where I couldn't even walk, the only thing which kept me and my family sane was maintaining a good sense of humour. I believe laughter truly is the best medicine...unless you have diarrhoea.

Life is the greatest Journey you'll ever be on

The Road To Happiness

22 year old Shawn Greene was dying, and as brutal as it sounded, it was true. His doctors knew it. His family knew it. Hell, even he knew it. So denying the inevitable was not an option as far as he was concerned.

At first the diagnosis of Osteosarcoma had been a hard pill to swallow for the Greene family; and an even harder pill to pronounce in Shawn's opinion, so referring to it as 'Oscar' had been his only solution in the end. Or so he had said anyway. That very first trip to the doctor's surgery at the age of 14 had only been to retrieve a few painkillers for his 'Best Kicking Leg' as he (and his sisters) had so eloquently put it. But as time carried on and the pain persisted, Shawn quickly came to the acceptance that no amount of ibuprofen, co-dydramol or Reese's Peanut Butter Cups were going to make him feel any better.

As an avid soccer player, Shawn's doctors had originally come to the conclusion that all he had was a bad sprain and as a result, needed to spend a few weeks off the field. At that news, he was pretty sure the world was coming to an end. Well, a few weeks quickly turned into a few months and before he knew it, Shawn was back at the clinic complaining once again. By that time doctors were becoming increasingly concerned by his swelling knee and as a result booked him in for emergency physiotherapy. One session in and Shawn was convinced that he could have a career in contortion.

When phsyio failed x-rays were introduced; quickly followed by CT scans, MRI's and bone scans. But through it all Shawn never lost his sense of humour, even offering to swallow a penny so the doctors could have their very own warped session of 'Where's Waldo?' as they worked. They politely declined. But as they had sat studying the scans thoroughly for hours on end, they started to wish that something had been hidden within them that would bring them a semblance of joy. Instead they got the duty to inform The Greene family that Shawn was in Stage II of his cancer. It had been his 15th birthday.

Treatment started immediately, and to the surprise of the doctors, Shawn still maintained his positive outlook on life. But as time went on, the prognosis began to look bleaker and bleaker. The tumour situated in his right knee continued to grow, and after weeks of debating the doctors finally removed his leg. But again it didn't faze him. In Shawn's mind it could have been worse. They could have cut the wrong leg off.

Things began to pick up again after the amputation. Maggie, his older sister by two years, had finally built up the courage to leave the family home and go to college, something which she had been postponing since he had fallen ill. Beth, his younger sister, was able to sleep through a whole night without checking on him. And his parents, they began to smile for the first time in what felt like forever. Things were finally looking up for them...But then that ended.

Once again, Shawn began to get sicker. His body becoming more frail and weak as time went on. Maggie quickly moved back into the farm house round about the time Beth started checking in on him again. After more tests were carried out, it was revealed that the cancer had spread to his other bones and lungs, and that's when they knew. At the age of 20, doctors informed Shawn Greene that he was going to die.

Two years down the line, Shawn was still smiling. A smile which never seemed to fade or fail to lighten the hearts of those around him; but as he sat squashed up in Maggie's old banged up car listening to her and Beth 'sing' along to We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, he was highly doubting that a smile would be tugging at his lips anytime soon. When they stopped at a red light, he took the opportunity to reach for the dial of the radio.

"Shawn Greene!" Maggie bellowed as she shifted the car into first "Touch that radio and I'll kill you before the cancer does."

"You are such a way with words, sis. Y'know that?" Shawn smirked, settling to a classic rock station "But trust me when I tell you that you're already in the process of doin' so."

"Aw, c'mon, Shawn." Beth smiled, nudging him slightly as he sat back in his seat "I think we've got what it takes to be on America's Got Talent! Don't you?"

"The blooper reel, probably." He replied, Beth feigning hurt as Maggie quickly put the car in gear and continued on the journey home.

After watching Shawn sit in the house and cough his lungs up for the majority of the day, Beth had suggested that the three of them go into town to get some smoothies from Patricia's café. Take their minds off of things. After watching him cough up his lungs in the café, home sounded more appealing after all.

Coughing once again, Shawn quickly rubbed the small amount of blood away from the corner of his mouth, Maggie glancing at him through the rearview mirror with helplessness in her eyes. She watched as he pulled out a well crumpled napkin from his pocket, holding it tightly to his mouth before bursting into another fit of spluttering.

"Did you take your pill's this mornin'?" She gently asked once he had settled back down, their light hearted banter quickly dissipating.

"Yeah, Mom, I took them." He replied with a small smile, Maggie shooting him a playful glare as Beth giggled "Tasted just like M&M's."

"You are unbelievable." Maggie smirked, rolling her eyes slightly as Shawn shot her a toothy grin.

They continued on in silence before turning down onto the dirt road towards the farm house, Shawn struggling to keep his eyes open. It had just gone 9:30, the sun barely going down, but he was exhausted. All he wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep. When they eventually came to a stop outside the house, Maggie quickly ran inside to greet their parents, or as Shawn liked to think, tell them or every burp, sneeze and fart that he shared while they were out.

"Just you wait, Bethy..." Shawn said, shaking his head slightly at his older sister as he gingerly got out of the car; Beth quickly coming round to his side to help him "When I'm gone, it's you who's goin' to be stuck with her."

"Don't even joke." Beth gasped as he took her arm to brace himself, a small smile gracing her delicate features "Maggie already wraps me in bubble wrap. Think I'll go insane if she constantly watches me. I'm surprised you haven't killed her already."

"Hey!" Shawn smirked as they headed for the porch "I expect to find peace in the after life. If I kill her now, then what!?"

Giggling, Beth helped her older brother up the old rickety stairs of the porch. She remembered a time when he was able to take three at a time. She remembered when they were kids playing cops and robbers on them, Beth standing at the top with her 'gun' as she attempted to apprehend whatever villain Shawn had chosen to be that day. Those were memories that not even death could rip away from her.

Once reaching the top step, Shawn motioned to sit down for a little, his prosthetic outstretched as he took a seat on the porch swing. The sky was darkening as they sat staring out onto the fields, Beth gently swinging her legs back and forth as she watched the horses in the distance.

"Are you afraid?" Beth finally asked, turning to look at Shawn who sat staring at the sky with a smile on his face.

"Of death? Not at all." He replied, causing her to smile a little "Life is the greatest journey you'll ever be on. Some journey's last longer than others, but it don't mean that they're any less special. My journey's comin' to an end, but I've enjoyed the view."

"You sound like a damn philosopher." Beth giggled, gently rocking the swing back and forth "...You ain't afraid what will happen to you?"

"I'm more afraid of what suit Mom will pick out for me." He said wide eyed, again causing his baby sister to laugh "But in all seriousness, no, not really...I just want to be free...D'you remember that vacation we all took to LA a couple of years ago?"

"How could I forget?" Beth laughed "Maggie with all those boys!? Daddy near had a heart attack that summer."

"Well, d'you remember the day we spent on the beach?" He smiled, Beth nodding "I have never felt as free as I did that day on that beach...Although I'm happy and content with my life, I don't want to be stuck here when I die. I don't want to be buried six feet under in a tight box wearin' my Sunday Best. I want to be free. Cremated. Dancin' in the wind on that beach."

"You're crazy!" Beth giggled, nudging him slightly to which he returned "...I mean could you imagine the look on Momma's face knowin' that you were cremated in your Sunday Best?"

Shawn could only laugh. Music to Beth's ears, it was. The three of them had always been close. Him, her and Maggie. Ever since they were kids, but with there only being two years between him and his baby sister, the bond they shared was unbreakable.

They soon fell into a comfortable silence, Shawn coughing every now and then as they continued to look out onto the farm. The sun had gone down and it was starting to get a bit cooler, but neither wanted to move...That was until Beth heard the familiar roar of a motorcycle in the distance. At the sound of it her stomach heaved, an anger bubbling up inside of her as her worst fear came into sight.

"Down, Cujo..." Shawn smirked, patting Beth on the knee lightly as her smile turned into a grimace.

"I mean it Shawn..." She warned, turning to face him "He so much as says one thing to me, and I'll kill him. Ok? I am not afraid of prison."

"Duly noted." He smiled, the roar of the engine coming to a stop.

With distaste in her mouth, Beth turned to see none other than Daryl Dixon standing before them. A rugged yet extremely attractive man whom she just did not get on with. He was slightly older than Shawn, probably by about four or five years, but the two had been best friends for as long as she could remember. Through thick and thin she had seen them grow together, Daryl especially, and although she found him to be nothing more than a colossal pain in the ass, he had surprised her by sticking by Shawn's side throughout his whole illness.

"Hey Shawn!" The handsome man called before turning to face her with a toothy grin "Hey Baby Greene. Wanna ride?"

And the fact that he deliberately tried (and succeeded) to piss her off on a regular basis did nothing but fuel her hatred more.

"Shove your bike up your ass, Dixon!" She spat, Daryl chuckling slightly as he bounded up the porch steps "What the hell are you here for anyway?"

"Came to see your pretty face, of course." He said with a smile, Shawn biting his lip to refrain from laughing as his sister practically growled "That, and I need to see your Daddy about some jump cables."

"He's inside, man." Shawn chuckled, Beth glaring at him slightly.

"She's so damn cute when she's mad, ain't she?" Daryl smirked, causing Shawn to laugh once again as his friend headed inside in search for his father.

"What an asshole!" Beth grumbled, Shawn flinging an arm round her shoulders.

"There, there..." He cooed mockingly "Y'know, I don't understand why you hate him so much. I mean, you did date him."

"Four dates, is not classified as 'dating', Shawn." She said through gritted teeth, her arms crossing over her chest as she tried to forget that "He's just a pain."

"I'll turn in my grave when you marry him." He joked, a cough escaping his lips as Beth patted his back.

"You're getting' cremated." She smirked "Remember? And believe me, ain't no way I'll ever be marrying that man."

"If you say so." He laughed, his sister glaring at him slightly "If you say so..."

Beth loved Shawn. She loved his humour. His love for life. After Daryl had left, where a few more words had been exchanged, she helped him out of the porch swing and inside, the cold night air affecting his chest a little more than usual. She helped him upstairs and into bed, tucking him in before turning his light off and going to say a prayer for him. A prayer that she would see him again in the morning.

That night, Shawn Greene died.

A/N: Well guys, I hope you enjoyed that chapter. Please leave me a wee review to tell me what you all thought. Thanks :)