The Hitman Jake O'Connell

by Nate Texans

Before the Outbreak that caused the undead to walk the Earth and the human race to become an endangered species, Jake O'Connell was a Hitman for hire. Now, like everyone else who were all once something else before this all happened he's just a post-apocalyptic survivor living one day at a time in fear. Can he help keep those he's gotten close to continue to survive hell on Earth?

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Survivors

(Disclaimer: I don't own The Walking Dead only my OC.

Warning: Mentions of sex, possible graphic depictions of death, and guns/knives that may have become known after the shows release.

Pairings: Jake x Carol x Maggie (it's not a harem and sorry if anyone doesn't like that this isn't a Glenn x Maggie and that Jake gets two women. Sorry just love both Carol and Maggie), Glenn x Amy (which you don't see many of), Shane x Andrea, Lori x Rick, T-Dog x Jacqui, Beth x OC (17 year old cousin Adrian), Sophia x OC (12 year old Jaime) Carl x ?, Daryl x Michonne (possibly), other pairings.

Chapters will vary in size.)

Sitting on the floor of his tent at the top a Quarry located on the Outskirts of Atlanta is one Jake O'Connell who before the Outbreak which raised Hell on Earth, was a Hitman who has traveled to every continent at least a time or two during his seven year career as a gun for hire. It wasn't exactly the life he'd wanted for himself as a kid, at one point he wanted to be a doctor and help people, but his father brought him into this business hoping to continue the family business. Therefore, instead of saving lives he was taking them and for very large sums of cash if he might add and though it sometimes disgusted him the 27 year old was quite good at his job.

The positive side of the whole thing was that the money was good, the scenery changed, he had a lot of time off, and he had no complaints about his sex life. Not to mention, the male had been able to gather himself a fine collections of weapons and the need to stay physically fit was more positive than negative.

Now, after an Outbreak of some sort of virus or something killed off a major portion of the world's living population leaving humans and animals an endangered species while undead corpses known as walkers, which he calls them, roam and are now the world's leading species. They were ugly things that lived to cause fear, chaos, and eat everything with a pulse.

Currently, the former Hitman was sitting before a piece of cloth that held the parts of a disassembled black McMillan TAC-50 that had the capability of making a 1,970 yard shot depending on its user and whether or not it had attachments that lowered its accuracy and range. That meant the suppressor he was planning to attach onto the barrel was going to affect its performance whenever the male had need of using it which could be possibly sometime later seeing as he'd be going into the city a run to find supplies.

It'd be the first time he'd be going with a group instead of the usual him and Glenn and he had a bad feeling about the whole thing though others of the group still thought it a good idea. Once the 27 year old finished cleaning the rifle he put it back together before slipping it into his case/pouch and placed it on his cot before grabbing his shades and headed for the exit of his tent he'd been calling home for the last two, almost three, months and walked out into the partly cloudy day.

Blinking a few times to adjust his eyes due to the sun peeking out from behind the clouds and shining down brightly on the campsite causing Jake to put on his shades. the male was six feet tall with light brown skin, medium length natural slicked back hair, hazel colored eyes, and a short dark beard. He was currently wearing a grey muscle shirt under an open blue short-sleeved flannel shirt that hid majority of his lean torso from sight, blue cargo pants, and black combat boots. Holstered on his left thigh was a suppressed HK P30L and sheathed on his left was a MC-RB2 knife (Rambo 2 knife).

"Good morning Jake!" Two childlike voices call out happily and he barely turns in the direction they came from when a couple blurs of brown hair tackle him and wrap their lanky arms around his midsection. Had he been thinner than he was there was no doubt they would've knocked him down in their quest to hug him good morning.

"Carl, Sophia, you two feel like you've gotten stronger since yesterday" he tells them in a fake struggling tone with a smile on his face as he looks down at the two 11 year olds who were already gazing up at them as they let out small laughs.

"You say that everyday" Carl Grimes, son of Lori Grimes and his once upon a time neighbor tells him. It was the truth, the male hadn't greeted them any other way since they'd began greeting him this way in the mornings. Maybe it had something to do with how he'd once brought the kids back candy from a run and it was their subtle way of getting him to do bring them back some more sweets.

"And I mean it everytime" he replies before patting the two 12 year old's back before they were both called by their mothers to go and have breakfast. "Morning Lori, Carol" he smiles and waves at the two women, though his gaze on a specific one before looking away.

"Morning, Jake" they reply with their own smiles and waves before turning to their kids and telling them to sit down and eat before they got started on some school work, just because the world ended didn't meant so did the need to improve ones IQ. Hence, why on occasion before going to bed for the night or when it was his turn to take the night watch over camp.

"Hey, Jake, I got ya a plate" a male voice states and he turns his head to see Glenn walking over towards him with a plate of breakfast and a spork (spoon/fork for those who didn't know).

"Thanks, speedy" Jake tells the Korean male in joking manner while using the nickname he'd give him as he accepted the offered plate and began digging in. The whole reason behind the name was simply because the 23 year old was the quickest person in camp, of the adults, with himself coming in a close second and that's with boots on. "Andrea, run you off?" He asked while gesturing to said blonde and her younger sibling who Glenn had been getting close to as friends at her side while Shane, the woman's somewhat lover stood at the older womans side eating breakfast.

"I'd say it's getting old, but that's honestly the nicest nickname I've ever been called and nah, wanted Amy to spend time with her sister before we took off. Plus, I think Shane's presence is enough" Glenn shrugs before placing the spork in his mouth and chewing his food. "Am I the only one who's got a bad feeling about the run today?" He asked around a mouth full of food before swallowing and looking up at him.

"No, I've been having it to since the idea became a reality last night" the former Hitman informed him prior to stuff another serving into his mouth and chewing on it. "Other than Andrea and T-Dog, anyone else volunteer?" He questioned around a mouth full of food while glancing around the camp, looking over each and every gathered face. His eyes landed on Ed hoping he volunteered only, so the abusive prick could suffer an accident, he was a bigger threat to the camp as well as his wife and daughter than the actual undead motherfuckers roaming around.

"Morales, Jacqui, and Merle believe or not" hearing the last name caused the 27 year old to look over at his companion who noticed and nodded without to return his gaze. That fact that Merle was willing to go into the city for the group was shocking and it showed on his face for a sec before going back to normal.

It wasn't necessarily that he had a problem with the elder Dixon male it was just he wasn't exactly one to follow rules, was sexist, somewhat racist, bitched a lot, and not to mention he wasn't the sanest person around much less so when he was high on whatever drug he decided to pull outta that stash of his. Though other than that the man knew how to hunt, fix vehicles, had military training, was a good enough shot, and while he complained all the time he was loyal to his brother and in a way to Jake as well seeing as he'd been the one to keep the older man stocked up on dirty magazines.

"Think he'll be a problem?" Speedy questioned while looking over towards where the two Dixons were eating and chatting, knowing the beside him knew who was being referred to. While Merle was going with them into town, the younger one, Daryl, would be going out hunting and wouldn't be back until the next morning at the latest. If he came back at all.

"Let's hope not" Jake told him before finishing off the last of his food and walking over to put his plate down where the dishes went then headed for the Dixons to have a conversation with the two brothers. "Daryl, good luck on your hunt, hopefully you get a buck and..." reaching into his right cargo pocket and pulling out a closed pack of smoke which he tossed to the male in question "my last pack, so try not to finish them in one day" the younger Dixon gestured a thanks with the box before putting them into his pocket.

"Now, Merle, I hear you're going into the city with us today..." the older male nodded that his information was correct "and while you and I don't have any beef between us, I'm here to ask that you don't bring any drugs along with you on the run. Glenn and I already got a bad feeling about this whole thing and worry about the others, plus the lack of firearms and I'd rather not have to worry about you causing any problems out there. When we get back, you can have that bottle of Jack I got on my last run, but until then no drugs. We got a deal?"

"So, ya want me to go cold turkey till we git back, that right? All for a bottle of Jack?" Merle asked with a look on his face that was silently asking him if he was serious.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm asking. It's 10 years old, never been opened and it's all yours" the former Hitman tells him knowing that'll sweeten the deal. From what he'd gathered of the elder Dixon, other than his brother and doing drugs, he loved to get drunk.

"Well, it's a mighty fine deal. Tell ya what, throw in a couple of them Cuban cigars ya got and we got ourselves a deal" Merle told him with a small smirk which Jake replied before sticking his hand out which was shook in agreement. Once that was done the 27 year old decided to talk with the others who were going and making sure it was what they wanted to do.

-x-

"You're going to do everything in your power to make sure you and everyone else makes it back, right?" Carol questioned from where she sat on his thighs while leaning back against his chest with his softening member still inside her. He and the grey haired woman were both currently naked and covered in a thin sheen of sweat as they panted in effort to catch their breaths. Both had decided to take advantage of their regularly scheduled shooting practice which after unloading a clip into a bunch of empty cans where not a one was left standing led to them celebrating and being in their current positions.

"I always do" was the former Hitman's reply as he slid his arms around the woman's waist and held her firmly to him. "I'd tell you not to worry, but I know you won't listen and will do so anyway" the male adds before resting his forehead against the back of the Peletier matriarchs neck.

Jake and Carol had started this little thing between them a few weeks back after the male stood up to deadbeat Ed Peletier who abused his wife and gave too many longing looks in his daughter's direction. The only reason the man was still breathing was simply because the former Hitman hadn't caught him in the act of harming his wife which was all he'd done because if he'd done anything to Sophia, Jake wouldn't hesitate to do some things to the man that would cause him great, great pain before ending his life, but also because Carol had begged him not too because he was her husband and Sophia's father and in the end the former Hitman relented.

Their relationship started off as nothing but the 27 year old teaching the woman self-defense, how to break out of grapples, how to use a knife and where to strike a person, and lastly teaching her how to properly use a gun of any size. Everyone knew about this and nobody did anything to stop it especially because it was helping out Carol and everyone wanted what was best for her. In that time, they grew to trust each other and it resulted in Carol, without fear, showing him all of the bruises fading and newly made that marred her body along with telling him all about her life and Jake told the woman of the career that his father bred him for.

What made him care for deeply for the Peletier matriarch was that she didn't judge him and still saw him as just Jake, guy who helped provide for the group, most trusted friend, teacher, and someone she cared deeply for. That was also the day the two had their first time with one another in the woods, it was slow and meaningful and they'd been doing it since.

The only reason Ed had never noticed a thing was because Carol started slipping sleeping pills, which the 27 year old provided, into her husbands food and warm beers which always had him out for a few hours. He accused her of drugging him and almost got angry, but Jake interfered and claimed that the accusation couldn't be true because they all got from the same pot which meant they too would've all been drugged though neither had suffered any symptoms. While it didn't exactly please the man to be proven wrong he accepted the facts and let it be, least that's what everyone thought because the next day the former Hitman found a new bruise on his lover.

In a way, them screwing in the woods was kind of their way of getting back at the Peletier womans abusive husband which neither had a problem with, but both knew revenge wasn't the only reason they were doing it. It wasn't exactly love, just a deep affection for one another though with Ed still around it couldn't exactly flourish into anything else.

"Think we should head back?" Carol questioned while moving herself so that she could face him without actually moving from her position. The former Hitman knew she didn't enjoy leaving Sophia alone back at camp alone for too long and always made sure they got back to the group before too much time has passed.

"In a bit" Jake replied with a small mischievous look on his face which caused the grey haired woman to smile knowingly before getting herself ready for what was about to happen knowing every time they got together on a day he was going on a run into the city they went an extra round. It was because in case the male didn't make it back he'd leave this world knowing they had both been left satisfied.

-x-

"Alright everyone going on the run, let's mount up!" Jake called out a couple hours later after exiting his tent while wearing a brown torso and camouflage sleeved army shirt instead of the muscle shirt and flannel he wore earlier, he still had on jeans and combat boots. He was carrying his usual HK416 equipped with a suppressor, foregrip, flashlight, holographic sight, dual mag, adjustable stock, and a strap in his left hand. The TAC-50 in its pouch was slung across his back with an extra magazine inside while the 27 year old carried his tactical backpack which held a another dual magazines, pair of fingerless hard knuckle gloves, as well as a couple frag, flashbang, and smoke grenades of each along with some beef jerky, crackers, and water in his right hand.

"What's with tha armory?" Merle's voice questioned while the former Hitman was walking over towards the white Mustang he 'confiscated' a couple weeks ago as he ignored the curious looks everyone else was giving him, except for Glenn and Carol who knew why he was taking the sniper rifle.

"Well, I've discussed with Glenn that since there's more of us going into the city I'll go on my own and set up on the roof of a nearby building where I'll provide cover fire while y'all gather supplies. With all the extra attention more bodies will be attracting, it's best to have someone on overwatch" Jake explained while opening the driver's side door of the Mustang and proceeded to put his things in the passenger side. This seem to get the attention of more than a few people who didn't look to agree with the plan.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Lori questioned in concern while holding Carl back against her, she worried for him because of how close he'd gotten with her son and Sophia.

"Yeah, what if you get trapped on your own?" Amy questioned while holding one elbow with her other hand, she too looked concern for him which he understood since they had become friends over time.

"I'm sure, Glenn and I have discussed all the pro and cons of this plan with the latter former outweighing the latter. Plus, in the case that we run into a large group of walkers, being in two different locations and making some loud noise will draw the undead away from the others and while their attention is on me everyone else will have a chance to escape as I cover them" the 27 year old answered the group and noticed how Carol looked more worried than everyone else. He knew she didn't like the idea one bit, but couldn't deny the major pro it offered.

It was better to sacrifice one person for the safety of six others, though only if the person is willing to do so and he was more willing than his lover liked. The former Hitman had wormed his way into more than her heart and several others would feel his loss though none more than herself and Glenn who'd sort of become his best friend.

"Alright people, the man has made up his mind and there's no use in trying to change it which will only end up wasting valuable time they could be using to find supplies" Shane spoke up in his 'leader' voice and while he wasn't the group's sole leader it was best to have someone be the somewhat outspoken voice of the lot. "While I don't agree with your plan one hundred percent, I can't deny its merits. Just make sure you try and make it back as well" the former Sheriff's deputy added with a nod then shook his hand and then stepped back.

The group used a couple more minutes for everyone to say their good lucks, see you soons, and giving handshakes or hugs to their family members and friends. Carl and Sophia hugged him for a few seconds longer than usual followed by hugs from Lori, Amy, and Carol who subtly kissed his neck and told him to try his best to come back to them before they broke apart and he got a few handshakes from a few other, mostly males. Once all that was done with he climbed into his Mustang while the others tagging along with him climbed into an Expedition and a couple minutes later they were all making their way down the dirt road.

A/N: Hey guys, just trying this fic out and seeing what you all with think of it. I know most will turn away because of OC x Carol x Maggie and all I have to say is, sorry this isn't your kind of fic. Those who do read this, hope you enjoy how it's going. I know starting from S1 isn't always a good thing since there isn't much action in it, but hopefully this is a somewhat good read.

The young OC Jaime that I mentioned will possibly be appearing in the next chapter or so, but won't be related to anyone. The other OC won't appear until season 2 and also won't be a relative to anybody.

Also, the next update for my By Any Means Necessary fic will be up hopefully by Friday at the latest due to some rewriting I have to do.

Alright, well let me know what y'all think, hopefully I haven't done too bad of a job and get some good reviews. I don't mind constructive criticism. Until Next Time.