The Walking Dead is owned by Robert Kirkman and co. It is distributed by AMC and belongs to them all. I only own my own character Rose Leon and my own storylines/plot twists throughout this story.

"This is so unfair", giggled a blonde girl while she watched her friends lying on the grass soaking up the sun.

The blonde girl sat on the porch of a pristine white house watching the other two chuckle in mirth at the misfortune of her. It was not her fault that her skin was pale white, so pale that it seemed to glow in the dark. The girl blamed her milk skin on her heritage; she gained this from her father whilst gaining her mother's blonde hair and blue eyes. She grinned at the two girls lying on the green grass in front of her, in shorts and strap tops; she had known these two forever, since she was just a little babe. Ever since she was born she had travelled to a small farm in Georgia where these two resided. But being twenty-five now she no longer travelled to this farm with her mother and father, but journeyed alone.

"Rose," a thick accent cantered towards the girl on the porch. "How long do you think you're gonna' stay here?" The accent belonged to the elder of the two girls lying on the lush meadow. Her name was Maggie; she had short brown hair, sun-kissed skin and warm green eyes.

"It depends how long the airports remain closed," replied an equally thick accent, but not of the same origin. This accent belonged to the eldest girl out of the three of them. Her accent was distinctly different from the other two since she came from the other side of the world in Britain.

"I wish you could stay forever," a timid accent chipped in. The last girl was the youngest out of the three. She too had blonde hair and blue eyes, but whereas Rose's eyes were mature and wise, the youngest girls' eyes were young and full of youth. These eyes belonged to the final girl Beth who was only sixteen.

Rose stared at the two girls and laughed. This was one of the things she looked forward to every year when she was on summer holidays in England. She would travel to Georgia where her aunt and uncle lived and stay with them until it was time for her to return to England to work in the secondary school she has worked at for the past two years. Over the years she came over to Georgia she grew closer and closer to the Greene family and every time she left to go back to England a little piece of her was always tempted to stay forever and just live on the farm; find a nice man to marry with a farm nearby and live with him, visit the Greene's every day and return home to her warm, loving husband. Well, she can dream.

"Who needs a job?" Rose laughed at Beth and Maggie. "Do you think your dad will be able to handle us all under one roof?" Rose asked Maggie and Beth. They both giggled and shook their heads knowing the mischief they all got up to, especially with Shawn in the mix.

"I'm sure Patricia and Otis would love you to stay here," Beth insisted causing Rose to bite her lip hard trying not to burst out laughing. As much as Aunt Patricia and Uncle Otis loved having Rose in their house she was a little devil in disguise, always cheerful and oblivious to everything around her, but so mischievous that she gave the devil a run for his money.

"I'm pretty sure Uncle Otis would lose all his hair if I stayed in the house," Rose remarked sarcastically. Maggie snorted a laugh before putting her sunglasses back on and lying in the sun.

Rose looked over to the horizon and sighed in content. She wished things could stay this peaceful forever, never return to her job or England. Sure she would miss her mother and father, but they could return to her mother's native country. Her mother, Polly, was the older sister of Patricia. She met her husband some years ago and it was love at first sight. After two weeks of knowing each other Polly packed up her bags and moved to England with Roger and never looked back. Sure she visited once a year, but Rose knew there was some longing to return to the Georgian country side.

She was broken out of her thoughts as the 1996 Mercury Sable came driving down to the Greene house, a cloud of dust swirling around the car. Rose grinned knowing it was Shawn and Annette returning from shopping. However, her grin halted and turned into a look of shock as Shawn tumbled out of the car screaming for help. His neck and arm coated in a sticky red substance. His shrieks were spine-tingling. Shawn ran around to the other side of the car and dragged Annette out who looked worse. Half of her face was coated pure red, her skin flaked and peeling away from her face. Shawn dragged her out from under her arms and called for Hershel and everyone to help.

"What happened?" Hershel yelled as he came running out of the house, his pale skin going a sickly green colour.

"I-I don-don't know," Shawn stuttered as he struggled carrying his mother towards Hershel. "We-we were sh-sh-shopping and someone gr-grabbed her and just bit her," Shawn cried. Hershel grabbed Annette's legs and carefully carried her inside the house.

Rose saw Beth and Maggie looking completely broken at the sight of their mother and step-mother. She quickly grabbed Beth into a bone-crushing hug and whispered calming words into the young girl's ears as she took her inside to the living room. She gently placed Beth on the sofa and Maggie followed, mumbling something about making tea.

Beth placed her head in Rose's lap trying to muffle her crying into Rose's legs while Rose ran her long fingers through Beth's hair. Maggie came back into the living room handing everyone a tea and sat down forcefully on the armchair in silence, staring blank at nothing. The awkward silence was suffocating Rose as she looked around at all of the Greene's. Hershel then came stumbling down the stairs wiping his bloody hands on a handkerchief. No one asked questions as he just grabbed the television remote switching it on to the news. Beth's crying decreased as she sat up looking at the news.

"Breaking news, a new kind of disease has emerged in different parts of the world causing individuals to attack other people in a violent manner often trying to bite or scratch their victims. Those bitten often contact the disease and have symptoms such as fever, nausea, hallucinations and feeling fatigued. We caution everyone to isolate those with the sickness and wait for a vaccine to come as soon as possible."

Hershel quickly turned the television off and slammed the remote onto the table. He smiled at the girls trying to reassure them that everything was going to be alright.

"Have you called the doctor's Hershel?" Rose croaked. Hershel nodded his head.

"No response from the doctor," Hershel said sadly. "And emergency services are not answering either," he muttered, his head hanging down. "We have to wait until the cure comes about." Rose nodded her head understanding.

"Can I call Aunt Patricia and Uncle Otis and ask them to come over?" Rose asked timidly. "I'll just feel more comfortable with all of us under one roof." Hershel nodded in sympathy, understanding why Rose was so worried. Hershel then motioned Maggie and Beth to follow him and gave a small smile to Rose, thanking her for looking after Maggie and Beth in his absence.

A few moments after Maggie and Beth left Shawn came downstairs and sat next to Rose on the sofa. His skin was slick with sweat and his breathing was rapid. His skin was ghostly pale, even more so than Rose's. He was coughing every so often but otherwise Rose thought he looked relatively the same apart from the large white bandage around his forearm. His brown hair was under his favourite red hat and it was sticking out in every direction. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief and his crooked teeth still brought a bright smile to Rose's face. Shawn gingerly took Rose's delicate hands with his warm hands and began rubbing his thumb in smooth circles onto her hand. She blushed under his intense stare.

"Are you alright?" Rose asked talking into her lap scared to look at Shawn. He squeezed her hand gently.

"I'm fine Rosie," Shawn said softly. "Rosie, look at me." Rose shifted her eyes towards Shawn's intense orbs and smiled at him. Her heart began to bang against her rib cage, pumping at a hundred miles per hour. "Rose, I'm fine," he said, his eyes drifting towards her lips.

Rose bit her lip and knew what was about to happen. Shawn gingerly placed his cold chapped lips against Rose's plump pink lips. The kiss was sweet and innocent until Rose bravely traced her tongue across his bottom lip, begging for entrance. Shawn immediately allowed her entry. Rose's skin was on fire with passion. She and Shawn were just perfect for one another, despite him being the same age as Maggie; Maggie often called her 'Mrs Robinson'.

The relationship between Shawn and Rose has always been complicated. He had a crush on her since he was fourteen but she did not reciprocate that crush until he was eighteen and she twenty-one. Since then the two of them have had an on-off relationship, strained when she moved back to England but reigniting every time she came back to Georgia. They were each other's first everything and Rose knew every time she saw him she fell deeper and deeper in love with him.

Rose was the first to break away, trying to catch her breath. Shawn smiled sheepishly at Rose before pressing a kiss against her nose and cuddling deeper into her. Rose thought she was in bliss; Shawn would get a cure and everything would go back to normal. Or so she thought, until she heard an agonising scream of despair from Maggie and Beth causing Shawn and Rose to break apart and run upstairs to comfort their family.

WRITTEN:27th, June 2016

Sorry this is extremely short, but I just wanted to show Rose's backstory and her relationships with the Greene family! Thank you for reading!

Oh I also have this story on Wattpad and The Walking Dead Fanfiction website :)

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