AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hi I am back...I got married two months ago, went on honeymoon and moved homes to a new county where my hubby lives. I've been settling in, a reader messaged me and I dug out my laptop to update a story request and this came to me (I will update a chapter on The Journey soon) As the few people who read and comment on my stories know, I like to write complicated and drama and what's not more complicated and drama when two sisters fall in love with the same man?

Into: Rick Grimes moves to the countryside leaving behind his old life to start afresh as The Sheriff to a rural community where more than half the people are farmers set in their ways. He had taken the position seeking a quiet and solitude life after a heart-breaking and turbulent one but finds himself at the centre of everyone's lives and particularly the lives of two sisters. Country life and the people were not what he had imagined them to be. They gradually look to him when their livelihoods and homes are threatened by the outside world and unknowingly, he too comes to rely on them. He finds a life and his future amongst them, he finds a love he was never searching for. There will be a lot of laughs, love and sadly heartache.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Walking Dead or its characters

Apologies in advance for any spelling and grammatical errors. Thoughts in Italics

Two Sisters, One Man, Trouble

A Complicated Love Story

Chapter 1

Noreen Greene stops suddenly at the foot of the steps to the large white house when her mind takes off to a place into the far distance and then she's back in her front yard within seconds gasping in surprise. She turns around and stares into the horizon slack-jawed, unable to believe what was happening after all this time of nothing.

"The sun is most likely at its northernmost declination, best at these particular times!" She mumbles, blinking rapidly trying to remember her lessons in astronomy and astrology.

She could stand there for the rest of the day trying to work it out and do her calculations but excited, mystified and intrigued - she drops the basket of peaches and scurries into the house. Something big was going to happen and she needed to find out what it was.

Maggie looks up from the barrel of her rifle pulling out the rod and soiled felt when she hears the porch door slam shut and the familiar footsteps and clonks of a stick thundering up the stairs with more haste than normal. She doesn't flinch, grit her teeth or brace herself when the bedroom door at the top of the landing slams shut making the photo frames, large window, and chandelier in the grand hall shake and rattle.

In all her twenty-eight years, she's seen a lot and learnt a lot from her eccentric and unpredictable Grammy, she just never knew how someone so small, wrinkly and old could make so much noise and chaos as she goes. She shakes her head as she sets down the rod reaching for a cloth. Her Daddy was so calm, wise and collected and her Grammy, she was incredibly wise but extremely loud and scatty. Herschel Greene could mould into the background but Grammy Noreen Greene stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Daddy definitely takes after Grampa!" Maggie chuckles as she wipes the cloth over the metal of the gun.

Both men were quiet and graceful, spoke gently and only when the need was required, and Grammy was the complete opposite, a wild cat her Grampa used to call her. Noreen Greene was a free spirited woman and nobody could predict what she would do or come out with. The youngsters all around loved her and the elders wished she'd start to act her ninety-two years of age which Grammy found preposterous and quite offensive especially when her own son comments the same.

"Herschel Niall Greene, ya ain't old enough to be put over ma knee! Keep that sassin' goin' - you'll be needin' an icepack and sudocrem when I's finished with you!" Grammy threatened many times over and Maggie continues to chuckle to herself.

Some people say, she and her Grammy are definitely cut from the same cloth. They talk upfront, wear the same expression when sceptical if in doubt and never beat around the bush and sometimes if not tactful - it did get them into a little bit of trouble.

"It's not the right conduct of a lady to be so straightforward and forthright like a man!" A lot of the women would say when the men would be left with their mouths hanging open after a verbal dosage of reality from The Greene Women.

She hated the town meetings that took place with the handful of backwards people attending not liking any change with Will Dixon and Ed Peletier leading the pack of rednecks. Nothing ever got solved or moved forward with them there and those who had ideas, were hesitant to speak up because of the intimidation hurled by the pack towards the committee and the members. Jesus tried to use his diplomacy skills between everyone and at times it worked but he was still young and innocent and was made fun of when he talked about a better prosperous life. He was one person and didn't have anyone to back him up. They needed someone with experience, someone who could conduct these meetings and take no bullshit and make things happen.

The looks some of the men gave her when she dared to suggest or question them. She purses her lips tightly together holding her rifle up, aiming it towards the open window and looks through the scope. She didn't care what anyone said, it was the 21st Century and their sleepy rural countryside still goes about as if it's the 1900's. They needed to step out of the twilight zone and she didn't care if she was outspoken and blunt to the point, someone had to be. And being compared to her Grammy was an honour. She thought, if she gets to live to such a grand age, she wants to live it just like Grammy has because she did get respect from people by sticking to her guns, her principles and making small changes over the decades no matter how small they were. Her Grammy made ripple effects, now it was up to her generation to take those ripples and make waves and make a difference in the world they lived in.

You only live once and Grammy Noreen Greene always said - go for it, go for what you really want and fight with all you've got to get it and that's been their philosophy from as long as she can remember. It's gotten her into trouble but it's gotten her what she's wanted and she practically always gets what she wants. Maggie sits there grinning as she blows the tip of her gun. The wiser men of the committee took on board her suggestions, took her aside one day and thought she should join the committee alongside Jesus, fresh young eyes just as soon as they figured out a way to retire Ed and Will without a riot starting up.

Even though she was a modern woman who wanted some change in the world, she stilled believed silly things such as matters of the heart and falling in love. She felt she had come of age, and wanted to find herself a good man and when he came along, she wasn't going to let him go. Grammy and Grampa had the 1945 Love Story. Grammy had set her sights on Niall Greene when she was a 21-year-old nurse and fought off the many girls for his affections when he returned from serving in the Second World War. They fell in love and married. Her parents had the 1985 Love Story. Her daddy left it late - at the age of 40, he married sweet and pretty 20-year-old Annette Greene and she was going to have the next Love Story, 2017 was going to be Maggie Greene's year, she told herself. No more meaningless hook-ups or casual flings. When Mr Right finally comes along, she was prepared to fight off anyone who tried to take him just like Grammy had done with Grampa.

Noreen makes it over to her little round table, drops her walking stick and pulls off the silk cloth as she takes a seat on the cushiony chair.

"It's been a while since I've felt the call!" She mumbles to the crystal ball clutching it as it begins to mist up from within "What can it be, that after all this time, you're tryin' to communicate with me?" She asked.

She throws her glance back over towards the door to make sure it was closed. Her son didn't like her doing this but what he didn't know and didn't see, wouldn't hurt him. She focuses her cosmic blue eyes back into the ball, waiting in anticipation with baited breath at what she was going to be shown and then the appearance of a hazy figure emerges.

"Oh my! Yes! Yes!" She chants seeing a tall, dark stranger on a horse with what looks like a brown colored stetson styled hat on his head, a duffel bag hanging off his hip and another on his back, the tip of a rifle sticking out.

"Who is he?" She raises her brows curiously leaning in closer to get a better look but all she can see is his back in some type of uniform "Interesting!" She mumbles squinting to see better.

When she presses her nose to the ball, she sees the man's head turning slightly to the side like he was going to look over his shoulder, to look back at her.

"Look back! Look back! Yes, look back at me!" She urges, wanting to see the face that belonged to the body but then the knocking on the door makes the hazy figure turn his head back straight ahead of him, concentrating on his journey forward and then the mist swallows him up and he was gone.

"Darn it!" She sighs with a tut that she didn't get any answers to the questions jumping away in her head.

She slumps back into her seat with her head thrown back; arms dropped to her sides with her eyes and mouth left wide open staring up at the corner of the ceiling, trying to work out what the vision of the man on the horse meant.

Who is he? She wonders.

"Grammy?" Jimmy whispers between the crack of the door when he opens it, he didn't want to disturb her if she was asleep "Gramm-" He freezes, eyes widen in horror.

"GRAMMY NOREEEEEEN!" Jimmy yells grabbing his face and letting the door swing open.

He runs and drops to his knees, grabbing a thin pale wrist and checking for a pulse and dropping his face into Grammy's lap "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE US, PLEASE!" He begs sobbing.

"Jimbo my boy, I ain't dead yet, got too much to do before I kick the bucket!" She speaks, still slumped back unmoving.

Jimmy falls back on his butt, bracing himself up leaning back on his hands trying to catch his breath staring confusedly at Grammy and she jerks her hand to come close.

"Whaaaa?" Jimmy rubs at his eye "Wh…why were you layin' like that…why would you do that?" He stammers when he found his voice sniffing and wiping his eyes on his arm thinking she was dead, crawling over and stopping to sit by her feet like a little child, he lets out a relived sigh "thank god!"

"I saw him!" Grammy answers in a low tone.

"Saw who?" Jimmy asks looking up questioningly "…Grampa Niall or, God?"

"No silly, a Lone Ranger on horseback!" She rolls her eyes and sits up blowing out a breath and fixing her hair "Very mysterious!" She smiles looking forward to this new adventure.

"Lone Ranger on horseback?" Jimmy repeats confused, narrowing his eyes wishing Maggie wouldn't take her time coming up "There, there Grammy!" He pats her hand looking back towards the door for signs of Maggie to appear but Grammy swats his hand away.

"Yes Jimmy, a Lone Ranger and don't give that look like I've gone senile!" She wags her finger at him "I know what I saw, my crystal ball doesn't lie…EVER!"

"Yes ma'am!" He answers rubbing his tailbone, he fell on it hard.

"And anyways, Grampa Niall knows I ain't comin' jus' yet! Got three grandbabies to see get married and we made a deal, he'll get things nice and ready for me up there and I'll get things sorted down here until then!" She smiles and blows up a kiss to the heavens.

Jimmy nods understanding but wished she wouldn't talk about going to heaven and leaving them. Wishing more than anything, Grampa Niall was still here with them, listening to the two of them laughing and joking together sitting on the porch swing in the evenings. Seeing Grammy sitting there every evening alone, saddened him. He or Beth would go sit with her in the quiet until she got annoyed at the crickets for making too much noise, they'd laugh when they hear a frog burp louder and they'd go back in to eat desert.

"And I AIN'T talkin' to God right now!" She says matter-of-factly, pursing her lips tightly together. She was still cross with him that he had taken Annette away from Herschel and the children so prematurely a couple of years ago.

"Grammy, you not been sayin' your prayers at night?" Jimmy asks shocked.

She shakes her head "Nope!" and Jimmy frowns remembering his mother telling him and his brother to always say their prayers before bed.

"I just talk to my Niall, check in with him and make sure he's takin' care of Annette. She's a worrier, worrying about Herschel, worrying about Shawn, about Maggie and Bethy, she's probably even worrying about me, the crazy sweet girl!" She chuckles and then looks serious remembering her vision.

"I need ta get ta town tomorrow and run some errands, will ya take me Jimbo?" She asks cursing The Sheriff for taking away her driver's license.

"Sure, but if ya tell me whatcha need doin', I'll be more than happy to do it for you?" Jimmy suggests helping Grammy up.

"You're a good boy Jimbo!" She pats Jimmy's cheek "But this is somthin' I need to do, I've got a feelin' I should be in town tomorrow!" She tells him scratching her chin thoughtfully.

"Okay, I'll pick you up before noon." Jimmy agrees helping Grammy back down to the family room.

Grammy takes a side look up at Jimmy and her eyes soften "Make that four grandbabies, I'll look for a special someone for my Little Jimbo too, so come one Christmas, I'll have all four of you with your significant others around the table and a few little ankle bitters at their momma's breast, wouldn't that be wonderful?!" She squeezes Jimmy's arm and he blushes at the thought.

"He thought ya died again?" Maggie asks with a small smirk without taking her eyes off from reassembling one of the shotguns when they walk into the open kitchen and Grammy settles down opposite her at the dining table letting out a distracted hum.

Jimmy embarrassed goes into the lounge and starts loading firewood into the fireplace.