Georgian Heats

Disclaimer, I do not own any of these Walking Dead characters; AMC and Robert Kirkman do.

Note: I know nothing about the south, and the general culture of the south so please forgive me if it feels way off...any tips/ general knowledge would be welcome, just no flames!

Also in regards to their age, i got that info from wiki-surprise Shane is actually younger than Rick and Daryl- as for location mix of TV/comic book info.


It was the early summer when the Walsh family had moved to a town in North Georgia. He remembered it distinctly for this was the first time in his eight years of living they had gone beyond the border of their own county. He didn't really know why they were moving, too young to care and know better; all that occupied his mind was excitement for a new place, a longing for adventure deep seated into his young bones.

"Shane!" His mother called out to him from the ratty old station wagon, now parked into their new bungalow home.

He ran down the steps of their new home, with childish energy and skidded towards his mother. "Ma?"

"Now don't you go out wandering! You gotta help me and your pa first." She scolded him, as she set a packed box into his arms.

"Aww." Shane pouted as he lugged the box up inside the house.

As he traveled back and forth, from the house he took his time looking at the new scenery; rolling hills and mountains, they were not too far from town, but far enough that the neighbouring homes were a lot farther apart then he was used to. He'd certainly need his bike to travel around, thinking of which he was sure he now heard the scruff of wheels and click of a bike chain coming from the road. He turned around to look at the road from where he was standing near the station wagon. A boy his age was riding their bicycle pass when he stopped to look at him, his eyes briefly scanning the sold sign and locking to his.

Shane awkwardly held another packed box with one hand as he waved enthusiastically to the boy on the street. "Hi there!" He called out.

The boy cocked his head in thought, eyes guarded as he looked on. Before Shane could even drop the box and run over to the boy, the kid had decided to peddle away. Shane quirked his lips in confusion as he watched the boy disappear round the bend.

"Boy!" He heard his father scold before being wacked on the back of the head. "Get your heads out of the clouds and get a move on it!"

"Yes sir!"He responded immediately, gingerly touching his skull before moving on.