HEY READERS! If you're following me for Jeremy Renner; I bet you're surprised to see this Walking Dead fic. Yes. It is indeed a Walking Dead fic (best damn show ever). I am absolutely in LOVE with Andrew Lincoln/Rick Grimes. And there are not enough Rick/OC fics out there, so I thought I'd add to them(: So, for those who follow my stories for Jeremy Renner, I hope you'll stick around for this story! I actually really love it... hope you will too.
For those who are new; WELCOME!
*Just a few notes: My main character is from Texas... so if grammar's a little weird, it's supposed to be like that! Also, I highly recommend looking up anything you may have questions about (or ask me). EVERYTHING in this story has a purpose. I've thought it out that way, so don't be afraid to look things up.
I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD OR ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH IT. JUST MY OC'S!
Enjoy!
The young blond sat atop her red dun American Quarter Horse with her trusted K-9 friend on the ground below her and scoped out the prison just below the ridge she was waiting on. It looked uninhabited; however, she thought she had seen a glimmer of something up in one of the watch towers. She narrowed her violet eyes at the tower, but saw no movement. Her gaze then shifted to the rest of the prison sight to see only a few walkers still remained around the grounds. The large beast shifted nervously beneath her as the smells and sounds of the undead continued to get nearer to their location.
"Sorry Joker. Just got make sure we got a way in," she murmured affectionately to her horse his head bobbing up and down in an understanding manner. Her massive Anatolian Shepard puffed air through his jowls, signaling his increasing boredom. The girl ignored him for now and thought she noticed a large enough break in the back fence to allow her and her companions to squeeze through… with a little muscle of course. After adjusting the saddle bags and the heavy duffle behind her, she kicked the horse up to a trot and made her way down to the prison with her dog, Kage, in tow.
Upon seeing the broken down fence, she dismounted, and made her way over to the small dent. After shoving all of her weight into it, the fence gave way, and slid in the dry dirt just enough to allow herself, Joker and Kage to pass. As she walked back to lead her horse through, a walker smelled them, and limped its way up to the unsuspecting girl before it. The young woman heard the growling of Kage signaling a walker approaching from behind, saw the horse lift its nose in the walker's direction, and she simply grabbed the nearest thing. A horseshoe. She groaned at the irony, spun around and jabbed one of the ends into the dead's eye, and pulled really hard. The hard iron ripped a gash from one temple to the other, and the walker fell dead – again – before her feet. She wiped the horseshoe on her already gorey brown and red plaid button-up, and threw the horseshoe back into her duffle. Grabbing hold of the reins, she pulled the horse through the make-shift gate, and pushed it closed behind her, making sure it was strong enough to not allow in any more walkers. As she turned, she came face to face with a small boy, probably around 10 years old, holding up a pistol to her head.
"Who are you." He stated; voice surprisingly firm. Kage lowered his head to the ground and growled at the young boy.
She smirked a little and crouched down to his level. "Hey kid. Why don't you point that thing at somethin' that's gonna be worth a bullet. Not a whole lot of those left, ya know."
The boy just glared harder, but the woman could see boy's hands shaking slightly on the trigger.
"Hmm. Still not budging?" She stood up to her full height, and stared down at the boy before lunging at him to rip the pistol from his grip. "Now now. Didn't your daddy ever tell you it aint' nice to threaten a lady?"
"And didn't your momma ever teach you it wasn't polite to manhandle a child?"
The woman turned to find the source of the voice, and instead had a crossbow pointed at her head, instantly causing her to roll her eyes and Kage to leap in front of her, teeth gnashing and green eyes narrowing to slits.
"Wow. A crossbow. That's very…classy of you. Now seriously, stop pointing shit at me. And I wasn't manhandling him; I simply don't like people pointing shit at me." She enunciated her point with a step in his direction, and subtly scratched the dog's ear, allowing him to lie and calm down.
The bow was reluctantly lowered, and so she tossed the gun back to the kid, who still hadn't changed his hard demeanor.
"What do ya think Carl? Should we take her to your dad?"
"Oh great! There's more of you!" She rolled her eyes sarcastically.
"Yes. Actually quite a few," the boy murmured.
"Harlow. Harlow Grady," the woman stuck out her hand, hoping for some kind of trust to be formed, but both the people before her just glared at the outstretched hand. "Jesus. Touchy," she mumbled.
Both the men were suddenly startled when Joker decided to snort, causing Harlow to chuckle. "What? Never seen a horse before?"
"Nah. We've seen our fair share, just not since walkers came around. You know, they do have these things called 'cars' that were invented some odd years ago…" he smirked at her, and she just pleasantly returned it.
"Yes, and every week or so, you and your people have to go out of the way to try and replenish the gas. All I have to do is allow Joker to roam for several hours a day, and boom! He can be geared up and ready to go at any time."
"Joker?" The small boy, Carl, asked.
"Yeah. He's a horse that's got a sense of humor. Also, see that scar on his cheek?" Carl nodded. "Well, when he was just a yearling, he got in a fight with one of the other studs, and the other colt kicked him in the cheek; splitting it. We called him the Joker after that."
"What about him?" Carl asked, pointing to the dog.
"Oh! That's Kage. He's a big 'ol herd dog. You can pet him if you want."
Carl looked extremely skeptical, so she turned to the dog and patted his side. "Really, it's okay. Just as long as you don't threaten him again," she smirked.
"Well, this chat was fun n' all, but we really can't just sit around. We're already probably gonna get shit from Rick because we let you in without—"
"DARYL!"
"Fuck," she heard Daryl mumble. Harlow turned her attention to a slender middle aged man who was storming right towards them. Once he got close enough, he unsheathed his weapon, and pointed his gun right against her forehead. Joker whinnied in protest at his master's distress and immediately began pawing at the dirt.
"God dammit. You people make great first impressions on someone whose not even doing anything wrong,"
"You trespassed on our turf, destroyed our protection, and are currently threatening our safety." The man pressed the gun harder into her forehead, and noticed the other two tense with anticipation.
"Okay," she was getting really pissed off with all this pointing going on. "First, it ain't trespassin' unless you actually own the damn place, sweetheart. Second," she slowly raised her hand, and wrapped her fingers around the barrel, slowly lowering it to her chest to stare the man deep into his blue eyes. "I fixed that damn fence so walkers couldn't get in, and how the hell is I threatening your safety?!"
"We are just trying to keep our people safe! The governor's gone missing, and how do we know you're not workin' for 'em?"
"Listen here, Rick. At least, I'm assuming that's your name because you have this whole 'I'm running this show' complex thing goin' on, and therefore causing these two fine young gentlemen to shit their pants. But I'm not buying it. And you're obviously a dumbass if you think I could possibly be a spy. I came here on a fucking horse, and I don't got any weapons on me." She tried to keep her face impassive; hoping they wouldn't search her duffle and find a Walther gently tucked into one of the internal pockets. She had to make these people trust her.
"Then how the hell do you kill walkers?" Daryl butted in curiously, immediately interrupting her thoughts.
"Kill 'em with whatever's on me at the time," she shrugged. "But it sounds to me, that you've got some weird ass soap opera, Boondock Saints shit goin' on, and I simply don't want to be apart of that. So, if you'll be so kind to show me the proper way out, I'll be on my way."
"Nuh uh. Not until we know for sure who you work for."
"Okay, Ricky. Baby? You are extremely attractive, and that sexy, gruff accent of yours is working wonders on my libido, but you really don't have good ears do you?"
"I'M."
She pushed the remainder of the gun down, so it was resting at Rick's side.
"NOT."
Stared hard into his deep blue eyes.
"A."
Took a step forward.
"FUCKING."
Leaned into him, so her cheek was pressed against his.
"SPY." She whispered, semi-seductively into his ear. She could hear Rick's breath hitch in his throat as she brought her fingers up to caress his hard muscled bicep. After which, she turned around, bent over, giving Rick a good view of her ass in her white shorts. Grabbing the reins, she swung up onto an anxious Joker and whistled at Kage to follow.
Daryl whistled low, admiring the balls of the young woman, and smirked when he saw Rick clearing his throat awkwardly, and turning a light shade of red. "Hey wait up snarky," he called out to her.
Harlow stopped the horse, and turned to look at Daryl, noticing Carl was now nowhere to be found.
"Stay."
Rick's eyes immediately snapped to Daryl's and sent him a warning glare.
"We could use someone with your spunk. If not for entertainment," he smirked.
Harlow genuinely laughed at that, loving the feeling of human interaction, no matter for how long. She knew she wouldn't stay, but figured she'd humor the redneck in front of her. Didn't help that she really wanted to tease a seething Rick again. "You know what? Sure. I'm sure both Joke and I could use a break anyways." She slid down from the horse, leaving the reins around the horn, allowing the horse to now freely graze. Approaching the men again, she crossed her arms underneath her ample chest, and looked from light blue orbs to dark blue ones, and smiled seductively at Rick. "Got any showers? I really need to get naked and clean myself,"
Rick shifted uncomfortably and tore his gaze away from the enchanting violet eyes before him. How do eyes even get that color?!
"Uh yeah. Grab your shit, I'll show ya," Daryl ushered her with his hands, and she followed, but not before grabbing her duffle and winking sultrily at a now flushed Rick, who was now also in need of a shower.
So?! What do we think?! Please leave me a review; they make me smile a lot(:
Also, I picture Ashley Tisdale (2013 blonde version) as Harlow... well, she's about as perfect as I can get outside my own vision(; Maybe look up some pictures from her Maxim photoshoot... I think Harlow has that same cocky, sexy confidence about her, so that's why I thought Ashley was perfect.
XOOO, BethanyLeeRenner
